Relief First, Questions Later

The waiting room felt like a trap. Time stretched thin as Hana and Peter sat in stiff chairs, staring at the same white walls. The slow tick of the clock only made it worse. Her fingers wouldn’t stay still. Her mind spun with worry. What if they hadn’t done enough? What if those fragile creatures didn’t make it?

Just when the silence felt unbearable, the door finally opened. The vet stepped out, a smile easing the tension in the room. They had made it in time. The animals were going to be okay. Relief hit Hana fast, but it didn’t stay long. She needed to know what they had found.