A Morning No One Expected
It was a typical Monday morning at St. Mercy General Hospital. Doctors hurried through the halls, nurses rushed from one room to the next, and the phones never stopped ringing. The whole building pulsed with urgency—until everything suddenly froze.
Through the automatic doors walked a German shepherd. But this wasn’t just a stray dog. Draped across his back was a young girl, pale and motionless, her small arms hanging lifelessly at her sides.
For several long seconds, the entire lobby fell silent. A receptionist stopped mid-sentence. A doctor’s voice died in his throat. All eyes locked on the animal as the steady sound of his paws echoed against the polished floor.
