Chapter 3 - The Broken Unit
Ethan Cole didn't look like a war hero. He looked like a man who had been pieced back together with titanium pins and sheer willpower. His right knee was encased in a heavy medical brace, his knuckles were scarred, and the deep shadows under his eyes told the story of months spent in hospital beds listening to the hum of heart monitors.
When Griffin took three measured steps toward him, Ethan dropped his steel cane onto the linoleum floor with a loud metallic clatter. He didn't care about his balance. He sank heavily to his good knee, opening his arms.
Griffin closed the distance in a heartbeat, burying his massive wedge-shaped head directly into Ethan's neck. Ethan wrapped his arms around the dog's torso, pulling him so close that it was impossible to tell where the man ended and the dog began.
"I'm sorry, buddy," Ethan choked out, his shoulders trembling slightly as he pressed his face into the dog's thick fur. "I'm so sorry it took me so long. They wouldn't let me out of recovery. I'm here now. I've got you."
The entire corridor stood in silent witness. The security guards lowered their posture completely, looking away out of respect for a moment that felt far too private for a public hallway.
Natalie stood up slowly, wiping her palms against her coat. She watched the bond between the soldier and his canine partner with a mixture of profound relief and professional worry. She had read Ethan's medical file alongside Griffin's. Ethan had suffered severe blast trauma six months ago during an ambush—the same blast that had shredded Griffin's flank. Ethan had undergone five surgeries on his leg and spine. He was scheduled for a medical discharge from the military in less than thirty days.
And according to the strict, unyielding bureaucracy of military working dog protocols, a discharged soldier with severe physical disabilities was rarely permitted to adopt an active-status tactical canine.
Camila Rowan stepped forward, gently placing her hands on Sophie's shoulders, pulling her daughter back into her arms. "Sophie... baby, are you okay?"
Sophie looked up at her mother, her face completely calm. "He was just lonely, Mom. And his harness hurt."
Ethan broke his embrace with Griffin, his hand resting firmly on the dog's neck. He turned his head, looking up at Sophie. His eyes were red-rimmed, carrying the weight of a man who had lost almost everything he had built his life upon.
"Thank you, little lady," Ethan said, his voice deep and sincere. "Griffin... he doesn't usually like strangers. He hasn't let anyone touch him since the blast."
"He's not a stranger," Sophie said plainly. "He's a soldier."
Ethan blinked, visibly moved by the child's simple, absolute clarity. He pulled himself back up using the wall for support, retrieving his cane from the floor. Griffin immediately stepped into position on Ethan's left side, perfectly aligning his shoulder with his handler's hip, serving as a living, breathing brace to keep the man steady.
"Dr. Mercer?" Ethan said, turning his attention to Natalie. "I need to know what the board decided. Are they letting me take him home?"
Natalie felt the knot in her stomach return with a vengeance. She glanced at Camila, then at the hospital security officer who was quietly taking notes on his clipboard.
"Sergeant Cole," Natalie began carefully, choosing her words with extreme precision. "We should go into my office to discuss the military board's preliminary report. Please."
Ethan's jaw tightened. The relief that had briefly washed over his face vanished, replaced by the hard, defensive edge of a man who knew he was about to fight another battle he wasn't equipped to win.
"He stays with me," Ethan said, his hand tightening on his cane until his knuckles turned white. "Whatever you have to say, you say it in front of him."
"It's not about hiding anything, Ethan," Natalie said softly. "It's about what the military working dog transition program requires. Come inside. Let's get Griffin off his feet and give him some water."
Ethan looked down at Griffin, who was watching him intently, sensing the sudden spike in his handler's adrenaline. Then Ethan looked back at Sophie, who was still standing by her mother.
"Can the girl come?" Ethan asked suddenly.
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Natalie hesitated. "Ethan, this is an administrative review—"
"The girl calmed my dog in two minutes when your whole staff couldn't do it in two days," Ethan said bluntly, turning toward Natalie's office door. "She comes, or I walk out those doors right now with Griffin, and you can call the M.P.s to stop me."
