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.