Oh thank God.
Jack let out a shaky breath and allowed one hand to fall down to the floor, and shut his eyes.
“That’s… that’s good, isn’t it?” he asked quietly. “That she isn’t anorexic…?” Jack asked as Roxy, realizing her daddy had walked away, came plodding over to him and began licking at his hand. He lifted it and pushed it over the top of her head, causing her to pant in appreciation at being touched.
“Yes,” the doctor replied, face serious and eyes still on the file, reading over the details. “It is good news, however, she still has eating problems as she does not eat on her own, without a bit of a push. She lacks a bit of nutrition and am going to require she take multi-vitamins upon her release from the hospital. She will also be required to eat large portions of food in order to stretch her stomach and get her used to eating more.”
“I understand… I… I think.” Jack said as Roxy wriggled her way onto his lap, tiny tail wagging crazily as she sniffed at his face, and he tilted his head back to avoid getting a mouth full of Pug tongue. “What can I do to help?”
Jack Maple 