Opening the door, Zoey took a look at Denzel, who looked a little tattered. She was least bothered by him the moment she set her eyes on the extremely injured dog.
"Come on in,"
Zoey left the door opened and turned around, looking around while turning her head this and that. Her fingers kept pointing at different directions as if she was trying to figure out something.
Denzel held the dog in his hands, waiting for the call to bring the dog into a room with her.
"Over here," She went and opened a door, putting on the light in the room.
Following her from behind, he walked into the room, placing the dog on a high little table in the room just as she ordered him to.
She held a light pen in her hand, opening the eyes of the dog to check it's pupils.
"Are you also a vet?" Denzel asked her, not minding the injuries he had on his face.
