The Loyal Watcher
The shepherd followed close behind, his nails clicking anxiously on the tile. A security guard moved to stop him but hesitated. He wasn’t running away—he was trying to stay with her.
Inside the trauma room, the girl was laid on a gurney. Monitors beeped, oxygen masks pressed against her face. Her heartbeat was faint, her breathing shallow. “We’re losing her,” murmured Dr. Simmons, the lead ER physician.
Outside, the shepherd paced, whining each time the doors swung shut. Finally, one nurse motioned for security to let him in. The moment the doors opened, he trotted straight to the girl’s side, sitting perfectly still, eyes never leaving her.
