One day, Frank brings in a kitten he found either outside his house or outside of the hospital.
He bathes it, treats it and feeds it and stuffs it in his scrub shirt’s chest pocket until Dr. Al-Hashimi (regretfully) tells him off for hygiene reasons. But by then Dana has found a box and stuffed it with a sweater. The kitten is asleep in the box on the charge desk, and everyone drops in to check on it.
“What are you going to do with it?” Mel asks, watching Frank feed it formula with a syringe.
“I don’t know... “ He looks so sad. “I’m already sleeping on the sofa. If I bring her home I’ll be sleeping in the car.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good place for either of you to go home to.” It slips out, and for a moment she starts to apologise before closing her mouth because no, she means that and he should hear it.
Mel gets pulled into an emergency before they can finish talking, but she goes to find Frank after.
“I can take the kitten.” She says. “But I think you should come home with me too.”
He blinks, shocked.
“Think about it,” Mel tells him.
And that’s how Frank, a kitten and a golden doodle find their way to living with Mel.
