"I think the dog is going to be fine," the physician told Rayne and Liam as he looked around for his first aid bag. The ambulance drivers had left earlier, after settling the dog on the floor near the coffee table in the main room of Rayne's room.
"He'll sleep through the night, assuming I gave him the right dosage. Tomorrow, you should take him over to town and let a vet there have a look at him and take some X-rays of his skull and shoulder."
"I can't thank you enough," Rayne said sincerely, "and I'm terribly sorry about your arm." She apologized for the bite he'd received from the dog.
"The bite isn't extremely deep, but it is rather painful," he replied stiffly while collecting bandages and antiseptic from the table near the terrace doors. "And of course now there's the question of rabies to consider."