Tension In The Room
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Milo’s claws scraped faintly against the steel surface. Each sound amplified Lilly’s tension. She wanted to scoop him up and run, but forced herself to let the vet continue.
The vet kept murmuring, steady, calm. His patience softened Milo’s panic slightly. Lilly exhaled slowly, though fear still gripped her stomach. She clutched the table edge, needing grounding.
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