NovelEnglishAfter the lawyer left, she found herself staring blankly out the window, her thoughts suddenly drifting hto Ozzy.
She always made sure to leave plenty of kibble for Ozzy whenever she stepped out, but now she had been hospitalized for four
days.
Panic set in, and she quickly got out of bed, determined to check out and head hto see her furry friend.
But the moment her feet touched the floor, the room spun wildly.
With no other choice, she grabbed her phone and called Elvis.
“Elvis, can you swing by my place and check on Ozzy? He should have enough food, but | haven't been hin days.”
“Il head over right now,” he assured her.
Her heart softened at his response, and on impulse, she asked, “Could you bring him over this afternoon? | really need to see him.”
“Of course.”
Only then did she feel truly at ease.
True to his word, Elvis brought Ozzy to her in the afternoon.
Ozzy was a little bundle no bigger than a forearm and had to be carried.
The moment Zoey laid eyes on him, her complexion brightened considerably.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Thanks,” she said as she took Ozzy into her arms from Elvis.
The little grey pup was quiet, probably sensing that Zoey was unwell. It lay still in her embrace, only its tail wagging furiously.
Zoey stroked its head gently, then gave it a little nuzzle.
“Is there still food left at home?”
Elvis set down a fruit basket and took a seat. “There's plenty. | topped it off.”
“Thank you.”
She held Ozzy close, leaning back against the headboard.
Ozzy had all his shots, but Zoey didn't want him catching anything, especially not from the hospital. She asked Elvis, her concern
evident.
“When can | get out of here? | feel fine, really. I'd rather recover at hand look after Ozzy too. It's so dull here.”
Elvis frowned, clearly worried. “You need to rest properly.”
“It's the sat home, and I'm more comfortable there,” she insisted.
Seeing that he couldn't dissuade her, Elvis went to negotiate with the doctors.
Initially reluctant, the doctor eventually prescribed a pair of crutches for Zoey.
Elvis, with Ozzy in his arms, and Zoey, hobbling on crutches, made their way to the elevator together.
As they reached the ground floor and the elevator doors slid open, she saw Wendy and Fitch standing outside.
Wendy was there for a follow-up appointment and hadn't expected to run into Zoey.
Zoey, gripping her crutches, moved awkwardly, ignoring Fitch as she shuffled past him, staying close to Elvis.
Fitch, having learned from the lawyer that she was hospitalized with what he thought was just a common cold, was now concerned
by her apparent severity.
He stepped into the elevator, stealing one last glance at her retreating figure.
She was limping, pausing every few steps to rest, clearly in pain.
Wendy clutched his arm, “Fitch, what are you looking at?”
Fitch turned away, pressing the elevator button with a calm facade.
Wendy's expression darkened, but she forced a smile. “That was Zoey, right? How did she get hurt? And who was that guy with
her? They seemed close.”
Her voice trailed off, her hand tightening into a fist at her side.
“Oh, Fitch, my doctor must be ready by now. The check-up won't take long. Just wait foroutside in the hallway.”
He nodded, suddenly craving a smoke.
Once out of the elevator, he made his way to the designated smoking area, which had windows overlooking the street below.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBy stwist of fate, Zoey was just passing beneath his window.
She moved slowly, the man with the puppy pausing to wait for her, asking her something with care.
She looked up to speak to him and then reached up to pat Ozzy's head.
Fitch remembered the puppy's name, Ozzy, something they had chosen together.
An odd feeling washed over him, akin to seeing his child accept someone else as a father.
Flicking ash from his cigarette, he watched as Zoey handed her crutches to the man.
The man carefully helped her into the car, where Ozzy sat quietly in her lap, licking her hand and making her smile.
Fitch didn't want to care, but his gaze seemed glued to the scene.
By the the snapped out of it, the car was gone.
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