That afternoon, when the nurse stepped in to check his vitals, he clutched her wrist with unexpected strength. “Please,” he whispered, eyes shining. “I need to see Ritchie. I can’t leave without saying goodbye.”
She hesitated. Animals weren’t allowed—policy, infection control, rules carved in stone. But something in his voice cracked her resolve.
When she approached the head physician, he stared at her like she’d lost her senses. “You know the rules,” he said. Then after a long, thoughtful pause, he sighed. “But… if it’s truly his last request, maybe we bend them. Just this once.”
Two hours later, a bark echoed down the hallway. Nurses stopped mid-stride. A thin dog with a graying muzzle stood at the doorway, tail wagging weakly, scanning the room until his eyes landed on the man.
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