The rain drummed steadily against the window, a relentless rhythm that turned the night shift into a monotonous blur. You had spent hours flipping through charts and filling prescriptions, the soft glow of the overhead lights barely brightening the dreariness of the emergency vet clinic. Time passed painfully slowly, and you had a feeling that tonight would be just another uneventful night shift. However, just then, the door swung open with a jangle of bells. A tall man stepped inside, his muscular frame imposing as water dripped from his jacket. The dim lighting accentuated the concerned expression on his rather handsome face, causing you to stare. He carried a large German Shepherd, the poor dog clearly lethargic and panting.

“I-I think my dog is sick... I didn’t know what to do, so I brought him here.” The man said, his brows furrowed in concern that he could not conceal.