Chapter 8Caleb
It’d been five days since Dancer started the antibiotics and still not much had changed, other that his appetite had picked up a little. Caleb was practically pulling his hair out trying to get the reindeer to get out of the stall and just do something. Anything.
When Greg arrived to check on him that morning, he’d found Caleb pleading with Dancer, begging him to join his buddies out in the training area.
“Come on, Dancer. Your friends miss you. Aren’t you feeling any better? Please, buddy. Surely the meds are working, aren’t they?” He plopped himself into one of the chairs and hung his head in his hands, his elbows braced on his knees. He lifted his head at the sound of someone clearing their throat and was relieved to see Greg.
“Shouldn’t the medications be working by
