Date: 2013-03-31 05:40 pm (UTC)
drownondryland: (Dream a little dream of me.)
"Oh," Meredith says, wincing. She reaches out to stroke the poor dog's fur as she leans down to get a better look at the wounded paw. "Poor thing." No wonder the dog can't stop moving. It has to hurt pretty badly. It's just good it's prevented the kid from trying it herself and potentially getting all cut up.

"Well, you know what? It just so happens that I'm a doctor. So I will get her all fixed up in no time, alright? What's your name?"
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