Before I could respond, the monitors screamed — his heart rate spiking. I hit the call button.
Dr. Reynolds rushed in. “What’s going on?”
Dr. Reynolds looked at Bull, at Rachel, then at Duke. “Get out,” he said. “Now.”
Rachel lifted her chin. “I have a court order—”
“I don’t care if it’s signed by God,” the doctor snapped. “You’re endangering my patient.”
At that moment, a new voice came from the doorway. “The dog isn’t yours.”
It was Tommy — Bull’s oldest friend and club brother. I’d called him when the shouting started.
Tommy stepped to the bed. “Brother, you okay?”
“She’s trying to take Duke,” Bull said weakly.Continue reading…