He kept glancing at the cub, whose breaths were shallow and irregular, the ticking clock of its condition driving Jeremy forward. He navigated the winding roads, the visibility barely a few feet ahead. Each time the car slid, even slightly, Jeremy’s heart pounded harder.
Finally, the faint glow of the vet’s office appeared through the blizzard. Jeremy exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Pulling into the parking lot, he skidded to a stop and quickly carried the bear cub inside.