“That your dog?” one asked carefully.
Logan shook his head slowly, exhaustion heavy in his voice.
“No,” he said. “I think… I think I was his.”
The dog collapsed near the hallway doors and released a quiet whine filled with exhaustion rather than fear, and something about the sound made even the busiest staff fall silent.
Dr. Carter knelt beside the animal, noticing bite wounds along its shoulder and frost clinging deep in its coat. The pitbull didn’t react to her touch; it simply stared forward, waiting.
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