"She's anemic, and there are signs of mild recurring inflammation around her pancreas. Combined with the blood donation, her body's stress response is significant." The doctor pulled up the results. "It's not critical, but she'll need to stay for observation—two days, IV fluids, nutritional support."
I exhaled slowly.
By the time I got home, it was already late. Alex's room was dark—he probably wasn't back yet.
I didn't bother waiting and focused on packing my things.
Just as I was dragging my suitcase toward the door, Alex called.
"Serena, Cheese just donated blood. I bought a bunch of snacks it likes to help it recover."
"The delivery's at the door. Go grab it."
I glanced at the pile of snacks on the floor, then tossed them straight into the trash.
"Cheese hasn't been able to have goat milk since it was a kitten. With this many goat-milk snacks, are you sure it's Cheese who likes them—or Salad?"
Alex muttered, "That's weird. They're from the same litter—how come Salad's fine with goat milk, but Cheese…"
My heart skipped.
So when he bought me a cat, he'd bought Lily one too.
But none of that mattered anymore.