“It’s alive, but barely. I think it’s injured—probably from struggling against the plastic.”Without hesitation, Peter slipped his arms under the creature, lifting it gently. Julie caught her breath as she saw the strain on his face. “Are you sure we should move it? What if we make things worse?”
Peter shook his head, his voice resolute. “If we leave it here, it won’t survive the night. We need to get it back to the hospital—fast.” Julie nodded, swallowing her fear. She shone her flashlight ahead, guiding Peter back through the forest.