Chapter 5 - Bear’s Uncanny Protective Instincts
Inside Ruth’s private recovery suite, the heart monitor beeped with a slow, steady rhythm that filled the quiet room.
Massive Bear lay sprawled across the entranceway like a black stone sentinel guarding the gates of a fortress.
When a nurse walked down the hallway carrying a tray of medications, Bear’s ears twitched instantly.
He didn't growl, but he lifted his heavy head, fixing his deep brown eyes on the nurse with intimidating focus.
The nurse stopped in her tracks, swallowing hard as she stared down at the 130-pound Neapolitan Mastiff blocking her path.
“It’s okay, boy, I’m just here to check her IV drip,” the nurse whispered nervously, keeping her hands visible.
Dela stepped out from the adjoining family room, noticing the tense standoff in the corridor.
“You can pass, Bear knows who belongs here,” Dela assured the nurse with a gentle, reassuring smile.
The dog lowered his head back onto his paws as the nurse hurried past him into the safety of the room.
Dela walked over to Ruth’s bedside, adjusting the warm blanket over the old woman’s frail, sleeping shoulders.
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Even in her deep, medicine-induced slumber, Ruth’s face still carried the faint, haunting traces of the suffering she endured.
Dela brushed a stray lock of gray hair from Ruth’s forehead, praying silently that peace would finally find this broken family.
