Racing Against Time

The group moved swiftly through the woods, rain turning to mist as they neared the hospital’s rear fence. Flashlights bobbed, and Hana’s breath puffed clouds in the cold air. The bear padded behind, pup secure in her jaws. Every so often, she paused, checking to ensure Hana was still close.

Back at the hospital, security was distracted by reporters and the still-contained ER area. Hana led the group through a maintenance path to a side door. Peter banged once, and a younger vet assistant he knew cracked it open, shocked but silent. “We’ve got more,” Peter said. “Clear a table. Now.”