A week later
A week laterI was arm"s deep taking a peryton’s temperature when my phone vibrated in my pocket. The animal bleated and I quickly pulled my arm out before she got spooked.
“How’s that?” I asked, showing the thermometer to Jacob.
“Slightly elevated. Let’s prepare a bay for her in quarantine so we can monitor her more closely.”
With a nod, I pulled my obstetrical sleeve off and discarded it in the bin without thinking too much about it. This was definitely worse for the peryton than for me so I had no right being squeamish.
While Jacob went over some numbers with the head keeper, I checked my phone where a message from Ramona was waiting.
“Could I take an early lunch?” I asked Jacob, hopeful he’d agree considering how quiet it was in the clinic.
“Sure. Can you input the
