Steve was restless, pacing back and forth in his bedroom. His eyes darted around the room, and every now and then, he would glance at the clock. Shane sat on the couch, his arms crossed, silently watching his friend's agitated movements. Finally, the tension in the room became too much for him. "Steve, will you calm down? Pacing like this won't change anything."
Steve stopped abruptly, turning to face Shane. His eyes were filled with worry. "How can I calm down, Shane? It's been two days since that chemical substance hit that she-wolf, and she's still suffering! What if we've done something irreversible?"
Shane sighed, trying to remain patient. "I understand how you're feeling, but we have to wait. Doctor Eugene will be here tomorrow. He'll know what to do. There's nothing more we can do right now."
