But when the results came back, the entire medical team was stunned.
Leo’s infection was receding. His body, which had stubbornly resisted treatment before, was now responding to the antibiotics. His fever was dropping, his kidneys were no longer under threat, and the need for surgery had disappeared.
We stood in silence, the weight of the discovery settling over us. Could it be that Rex had sensed it all along?
When I went back to Leo’s room, I found Rex lying quietly by his side. The fierce protector of the past two days was now calm and peaceful. His head rested gently on the edge of the bed, his eyes closed, his breathing steady. The storm inside him had passed.
I felt tears welling in my eyes. I, the rational nurse who had always trusted in medicine, in science, in charts and numbers, couldn’t stop crying.
