302 Word Short Story

With Bloody hands I said good bye. As I hold my new born puppy Buddy all I can feel is his warm blood running down my hands I can’t hold back the urge to cry. I look up for the first time since I saw Buddy get hit by the truck and ill I see the is the from the speeding truck way in the distance. I scream out in anger as I realize it is too late for me to catch this person who has brutally harmed my puppy.  I look down quickly and see that buddy is slowly drifting out of consciousness. That’s when I began to run to the truck to try and drive Buddy to the closest Veterinary hospital which was 30 minutes away. As a run to the truck with buddy in my hand I can feel my heart beating and my mind begins to explode with the worst case scenario. As I lay I get in the car and lay buddy on my lap, it is very apparent that 2 of his legs are broken. I then slam the car into reverse and back out as fast I can, as soon as I get on the highway to the vet I can feel blood of the dog seeping through my pants.  I look down and Buddy is now unconscious and this just motivates me to drive faster. Running on pure adrenaline I begin weaving through traffic with hope for Buddy. As I finally pull up to the hospital I jump out my truck with Buddy in my arms, I begin to feel nauseous. I fall to my knees and look into the eyes of Buddy for the last time as my head hits the ground. As soon as I come to, I realize. It’s too late.