Denzel followed Zoey into the house, bolting the door behind him. Getting in, Denzel could see someone peeking, looking closer, he could see that it was Emily that hid, just as Zoey had instructed her to.
Zoey also saw Emily, and looking at her, she could recall what Denzel told her not long ago, and she was disappointed, shaking her head as she walked towards the room the dog was doctored.
Denzel positioned the dog back on the bed, and it was until then that he began to feel the pain that pricked him on his forehead.
"Ouch," Denzel let out before he saw Zoey walk into the room. Bringing his hands away from his forehead.
"Does it hurt that much?" She asked him as if she was concerned, but with the way she behaved to him, Denzel couldn't take it as she meant it.
"No. It's just a blister,"
"Nope. This is more than bloat,"
