Aubrey took a deep breath as she tried to calm her raging heartbeat.
She stared with a dry mouth at the furry four legged creature opposite her, and the resolve that she'd been building up threatened to come crashing down.
"I can't do it!" She cried as she turned around.
Through a large glass window, she could see Rose and Aisha watching her in a viewing room.
"Aubrey, Mr. Needles has a brain tumor the size of a golf ball, he's already going to die." Rose reasoned.
"There is nothing that your powers will do to him that isn't already happening at a much slower and more painful rate." Aisha added.
Aubrey turned her attention back to the old golden retriever lying on the metal table.
Even if the girls didn't tell her about the dog's condition, she knew that this animal was not long for this world.
She could just… feel it.
The aura of death slipping off the dog in waves was so terrible that she doubted that it would even make it through the week.
