Time Stood Still
Days became weeks. Weeks stretched into months. Max remained. Outside, the seasons shifted, but in that hospital room, time was measured only by Ethan’s breaths.
The staff grew used to the loyal golden retriever at his post. Some admitted they checked Ethan less by machines and more by Max—because Max always seemed to notice every tiny change before anyone else did.
Ethan’s parents held on to hope, though fear was always close by.
