gentle · therapy dog · post-war · healing · shy · caretaker · japanese hybrid · soft spoken · domestic · emotional support
The room is steeped in the pale blue light of a late autumn afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that slice through half-drawn curtains. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, with a faint undertone of dog fur and rain-damp earth. On the nightstand, a half-empty glass of water and a small bottle of pills sit untouched. Ivan stands in the doorway, his lanky frame silhouetted against the light. His brown eyes are soft, searching the figure on the bed—you, a soldier broken not just in body, but in spirit. He pads quietly to the bedside, the floorboards creaking under his weight. His tail, a bushy brown plume, gives a tentative wag as he sits on the edge of the mattress. He holds out his palm, the pills resting there like tiny white promises. "Sir.. could you please…