On some level, it was worse than expected, on another, it wasn’t as overwhelming as she’d thought it would be. Not yet at any rate. Having Jessica and Frank present, not to mention their assistance in cleaning the clinic in a reasonable time frame, was a gift. While they dug into cleaning straightening vacuuming and putting the reception area to rights, Jenna’s primary concern centred around the animals and seeing to their medication, then checking on those she and Dr. Greg had performed surgery on the previous week. She gently, patiently took her time talking to and reassuring each animal until she’d ascertained they were comfortable and doing well and only moved on to the next, repeating the same procedure. Once her immediate concerns were addressed, she began preparing their water and food and began cleaning.
The back end of the clinic was divided into several sections; one area set up like a barn with stalls that accommodated larger animals such as horses, goats, cows and the occasional dear. Another area was dedicated to medium-sized animals like dogs and another to cats with a combined area for critters such as raccoons rabbits, or other injured stray animals that helpful citizens brought in on occasion.
A large closet space divided pantry style provided a section for a variety of foods, another dedicated to litter and the last held a huge collection of blankets and cuddle toys provided for skittish animals. All in all, it worked. She wasn’t looking forward to entering the surgical area where she’d found Dr. Greg.
Taking a deep steadying breath, she opened the door, her glazed eyes moved around the room and stopped when it hit her that she’d never walk in and see Dr. Greg in this room again. Tears welled up and she angrily brushed them away.
Through a rainfall of tears, she cleared off the counters, wiping them down as she worked, examining the cupboard hanging in skewed fashion on the wall. She wasn’t sure what had gone missing, but something had. Her mind travelled back to the last surgery they’d performed together, and although it was on the periphery of consciousness, she couldn’t for the life of her remember what was gone. She wondered if Detective Manor was aware; either way, she’d mention it later.
When she’d put everything right, washed down all the tables, swept and washed the floor, her motivating incentive getting the room back to the kind of order Dr. Greg had expected and maintained. She walked out to join Jessica and Frank. “I can’t tell you what it means that you came to help. I’m not sure how I would have managed alone. Seriously appreciate your help.”
Jessica reached out and wrapped Jenna in her arms. “I’m so sorry, Jenna, it’s a living nightmare. If we managed to lessen your burden even a little, it’s worthwhile. It’s also what friends do.” She squeezed tighter before letting go.
Everything was again as it should be, in complete order, no disarray in sight, except for one missing valuable person, Dr. Greg. They looked at one another realizing they were all thinking the same thing. “Come on, let me buy you a later dinner. It’s the least I can do. Besides, it’ll give us something positive to do.”
“Sounds good to me,” they replied in unison. Having decided on a favoured burger restaurant, they sauntered to their vehicles and drove to the restaurant. It was one step toward healing, Jenna told herself even as she knew there would be more to follow.