I smiled as he carefully placed the scalpel in my hand. “Don’t worry; it’ll be over with quickly. Marley probably is dozing off, he’s so bored with what we’re doing.”
He made an inarticulate choking noise as I probed the anesthetized area with my fingers, watching closely to see if Marley felt anything. When I judged it safe to incise the wound, I made a cut about an inch long, watching with satisfaction as the infected matter dribbled out of the incision, followed by a slow trail of blood.
The light on Marley’s leg wavered, then dropped as Butcher, with a soft sighing noise, keeled over in a dead faint.
“Poor lamb,” CJ said rather dispassionately as she grabbed the light, readjusting it to shine on the surgery area. “He’s absolutely great when it comes to people’s injuries, but animals
