Doctors and nurses watched silently, their eyes glistening with emotion.
No words were needed—the love was palpable, powerful enough to eclipse pain and fear.
But then, suddenly, Archie stiffened.
His ears perked up, the fur on his back bristled, and before anyone could react, he jumped off the bed.
He bolted to a corner of the room where the surgeon assigned to perform the operation stood. A deep growl rumbled from Archie’s throat, escalating into fierce barking—as if he sensed danger.
The surgeon recoiled, his face draining of color.
– Get this beast out of here! – he shouted, panic clear in his voice as he tried to distance himself.
Staff rushed to restrain the dog, but the atmosphere had shifted. One doctor, younger but experienced, stared intently at the surgeon and suddenly froze.
He caught a distinct scent.
A strong, sharp odor. Alcohol.
