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EMERALD LAKE
Wenner hurried back to the Wildlife Centre. He was on a mission. Travelling as quickly as he could with his jacket wrapped around the injured bird under one arm and a cane in the other hand, he felt frustrated with his handicap. Life and death were in his hands, and he hated that his physical disability slowed him down. Once he reached the Centre, he called Chelsea. It was her day off, but he asked if she could assist him with a surgery right away. By the time she arrived, the surgical table was prepped and ready.
“Here I am,” she said. “What are we doing?”
He helped her on with a surgical gown and handed her a cap for her head. “Some asshole with a pellet g*n decided to have some fun. Prepare yourself. It’s Talon.”
Chelsea gasped. “Uh…nooo. How can anyone be so cruel
