It was day twelve of Bull Patterson’s recovery from emergency triple bypass surgery. He’d coded twice, developed pneumonia, and survived infections that should’ve killed him. Through it all, his Great Dane, Duke, had been his reason to keep fighting.
I was checking Bull’s vitals when I heard shouting in the hallway — a woman’s voice, sharp and entitled.
“I don’t care about your policy. That’s my father in there, and I have a legal right to make decisions about his property.”
