It was just another ordinary day at the city hospital in Manchester. The reception hummed quietly with the sound of the air conditioning, nurses scribbled down patient details, doctors murmured in the corridors, and IV drips steadily worked their way through the wards.
The head nurse, Margaret, was checking the appointment ledger when suddenly, the sharp click of claws against linoleum echoed down the hallway.
Out of nowhere, a dog appeareda large, reddish-brown mutt. It moved with purpose, as if it knew exactly where it was going. Clenched in its teeth was a black plastic bag, tightly knotted at the top.
Margarets head snapped up. “What on earth is a dog doing in here?” she exclaimed. “This is completely unhygienic! Someone get it out!”
Two doctorsMr. Thompson, the surgeon, and Nurse Emilyheard her cry and sprinted after the dog. But the animal was quicker, darting past them without hesitation, ignoring the baffled stares of patients as it bolted down the long hospital corridor.
People peered out from their rooms, some laughing, others whispering in confusion, but the dog paid them no mind. Then, at a door marked with a red sign, it skidded to a stop. The black bag fell from its mouth onto the floor. The dog whimpered pitifully before breaking into sharp, frantic barks. It rose onto its hind legs, scratching at the door as if begging to be let in.
The doctors finally caught upand thats when they realised why the dog had been acting so strangely.
Breathless, Nurse Emily knelt and gingerly picked up the bag. When she untied the knot, everyone froze. Inside was a tiny puppy, barely breathing, its leg twisted at an unnatural angle. Its fur was streaked with blood.
“He he brought it here for help,” Mr. Thompson said quietly.
Later, they pieced it togetherthe puppy had been hit by a car near the hospital. The dog, clearly its mother, had somehow known this was where help could be found.
The doctors had to improvisethere was no animal operating theatre in a human hospital, after all. But Mr. Thompson, along with two other medics, gathered what they could and set to work cleaning the wound. They splinted the puppys leg and administered an injection.
The entire staff was stunned by the dogs intelligence and determination. While they worked, she sat by the door, whining softly, never taking her eyes off her little one.
When the surgery was over and the puppy was carried out, the dog gently licked its face before resting her head beside it, as if to comfort it.
