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I can hear Red barking from far away. I take off at a run.
He’s standing in the doorway of Dr. Venn’s office, barking at a woman and a robot.
Dr. Venn’s chair is in its extended position so he’s standing upright again, supported by all the purple cuffs and cushions. That’s what Red doesn’t like. He doesn’t seem to mind the woman so much. She’s about my mom’s age, and she has one of Dr. Venn’s arms cradled between her hands while she’s massaging his wrists and fingers.
“My nurse,” Dr. Venn calls over the sounds of Red’s alarm. “This will only take a few more minutes.”
I grab Red by the collar and ask him to sit. Then I crouch down next to him and pet him while the purple monster still looms above.
Then, just as Dr. Venn said, a few minutes later the nurse is done and he can compres
