7
Half an hour later, I got into Brandon's car.
The clinic he took me to was quite far away. No wonder I couldn't find any information about it on Google.
The doctor knew him. When she saw me, she asked Brandon, "Your girlfriend?"
"Colleague."
She stared at me for a long time and asked me what had happened to the kitten. I told her that Ginger wanted to vomit but couldn't. She wondered if Ginger had eaten anything randomly. I said she shouldn't have, but I went to work during the day and didn't know if she had.
As I spoke, I almost burst into tears. I was so overwhelmed with guilt. Why couldn't I answer the most basic question? The vet suggested that we do a CT scan first. I agreed and handed Ginger to the nurse. I stood outside the treatment room, feeling at a loss.