The Cure

Bjorn struggled through the blizzard toward the quarantined town, clutching a blanket-wrapped medicine bottle. His rations were gone, his sled dogs were missing, and his strength was depleted.

Suddenly, he heard a chorus of barks and shouts over the roaring wind. Were those figures in the distance? Bjorn’s vision was darkening and his ears began ringing incessantly. Everything went black as his body fell limp into the snow.

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Bjorn slowly opened his eyes, overcome by the sensation of warmth in his limbs - and a wet tongue on his cheek! Bjorn chuckled softly as he stroked Valo, his faithful lead sled dog. His section of the room had been hastily partitioned off to accommodate his cot, but Bjorn could hear sounds coming from the rest of the cabin.

“Open your mouth, please,” a woman said. Bjorn thought he heard the clinking of a metal spoon against a glass bottle. “You’re good to go. Next, please!”

The townspeople are getting help, Bjorn realized. As a sense of gratitude and peace spread through his body, the dog musher smiled and closed his eyes. My mission is complete.

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