Dolphin tale 3 Hazel the fighter

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Dr. Clay appeared at the window, his face pale but determined. "We've just received the test results," he began, his voice steady. "The water from the tank was contaminated with a bacteria that Hazel is highly allergic to. But the good news is that we caught it early, and the antibiotics should kick in soon. We're moving her to isolation for observation, but the doctors are confident she'll make a full recovery. She is also awake" "Thank you lord, thank you" Clay breathed a sigh of relief, his grip on the window loosening. Sawyer let out a shaky breath and nodded, tears streaming down his face. "Can i go in an see her now?" Clay asked, his voice cracking. The doctor nodded, his expression sympathetic. "Of course, Dr. Clay. Take as much time as you need."

Sawyer turned to Phoebe, his eyes filled with relief and gratitude. "She's going to be okay, Phoebs. She's going to pull through this." Phoebe's shoulders sagged in relief, and she leaned against the window, wiping away her tears. "I knew she could do it," she whispered.

Clay walked into the isolation room, his heart pounding with fear and relief. Hazel lay in the bed, her face pale and drawn, but there was a hint of color in her cheeks now. The beeping of the monitors filled the room, a constant reminder of the fragility of her condition. He took a seat by her side "hey baby" he said stroking her hair gently, "how you feeling." Hazel slowly opened her eyes, focusing on him for a moment before speaking. "Tired...and cold...why is it so bright in here dad?" Her voice was weak, but her usual feisty spirit was beginning to return. "Well, sweetie, you're in the isolation room now, so they can keep an extra close eye on you. And it's bright because they want to make sure you're feeling warm enough." He smiled down at her. "But don't worry, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." "Thanks dad can I have a blanket please?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Of course, sweetheart." He reached for the intercom and pressed the button. "Hello? Can we get another blanket in here, please?" A nurse appeared moments later with a warm blanket, and gave it to Clay. He tucked it snugly around Hazel, making sure she was comfortable. "There you go, baby." He stroked her cheek gently. "Now, why don't you try to rest a little more? The doctors say you're going to feel a lot better soon." Hazel closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Okay dad." Her voice was already beginning to fade. Clay watched her for a moment, his heart aching with love and worry. But he knew that Hazel was a fighter, and he had faith that she would pull through this. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, whispering, "I love you, Hazel." Just as he did, the door to the isolation room swung open. Sawyer and Phoebe rushed in, their faces etched with relief and concern. "How is she?" They both asked in unison. Clay turned to them, tears welling up in his eyes. "She's going to be okay," he said, his voice catching. "She's going to be okay." And in that moment, they all believed it.