Rose was finally no longer on bed rest. She felt like she could breathe again, smile again, and even live again, despite the void that sometimes threatened to consume her. Sure, she wasn’t quite at the stage where she felt whole again, but she was plenty thankful for the surprisingly quiet life she led at the base.
That being said, considering how much Roman, and everyone really, attended to her as if she were made of glass, she hadn’t had the chance to check on Mey in quite some time.
Sure, she called Dr Cooper every few days, but that wasn’t quite enough in her book.
That day, she finally mustered the courage to ask Enzo for a ride to the vet, “I’d love to go see Mey.”
Because of his injury and their almost fraternal bond, Enzo had become her shadow somewhat; fretting over her l
