Leo looked at the dog. The impact had been catastrophic. A rear leg was twisted at a sickening angle, the bone gleaming white through a tear in the skin. The abdomen was distended—internal bleeding, almost certainly. The dog’s gums were the colour of wet chalk. He was going into shock.
Three days later, the owner came. Her name was Sarah. She had six stitches above her eyebrow and a concussion, but she walked in under her own power, her face pale and drawn. When she saw Beans—bandaged, shaved, but alive, his tail giving a slow, groggy thump-thump against the cage floor—she collapsed into Leo’s arms. Animal Series 41 Dog Impact
"Pulse is thready, 140," said Jenn, the tech, already hooking up an IV. "BP 60/40. He’s fading fast." Leo looked at the dog