When the vet finally emerged, his face softened into a reassuring smile. “Allan, you did something incredible,” he said, his voice calm yet filled with respect. “If you hadn’t brought the fawn in when you did, it wouldn’t have made it. Thankfully, it’s stable now.”
Relief washed over Allan, his shoulders sagging as the tension released. As Allan looked out the window, he noticed the storm had finally abated. The snow had stopped falling, leaving a quiet, still blanket over the world outside. The streets glistened under the streetlights, the chaos of the storm replaced by a serene calm.