A human in scrubs approached Jude, his surgical mask around his neck. "You're the one who brought in the wounded fox, right? We've gotten him stabalized, and it looks like he's going to be alright." He sighed. "From what we can tell, your friend got a pretty big dose of some sort of animal tranquilizer."
Dave pulled the cruiser into the parking lot in front of the station, looking forward to a little time off in the break room. He thought about going to the hospital afterward, though he told himself that Jude had it covered. Just glad to have some time off, he leaned back in a chair and lit a cigarette, taking a long drag.