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I never missed a single day of physical therapy, not because I was afraid of being left with a limp, but because I did not want Dad to worry.By the time the hospital's annual awards ceremony came around, I had not planned on going. Tiffany practically dragged me there."You're definitely winning something this year. It'd be a shame if you missed it."She pulled me into the conference room, and we took seats in the very last row.Onstage, Howard was giving his speech. He talked about everything the hospital had accomplished that year, the dedication of the doctors and nurses, and the importance of patient safety.As I listened, my mind slowly drifted away. I thought about everything that had happened over the past year. Being reborn, surviving the car crash, breaking my leg, and confronting them outside the operating room all felt like scenes from someone else's life. Then came the forged signature, the tiny mole that unraveled the truth, Lilian being led away in handcuffs, and
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I lowered my head and took a sip of my milkshake.She was right. I had changed. I had died once before. After that, I no longer trusted people so easily, but I also refused to give up so easily.After we finished our drinks, Tiffany drove me home.She had an old song playing in the car. The melody sounded familiar, but I could not remember its name."Tiffany.""Hm?""Thank you."She blinked in surprise, then smiled. "For what? I didn't do anything.""You brought me those medical records. When no one else dared to speak up, you did."Tiffany did not answer, but the tips of her ears turned a little red.…On my first day back at work, I stood in front of the mirror for a long time wearing my white coat. It was a little loose. I bought it years ago. After losing nearly 20 pounds over the past three months, it no longer fit the way it used to.I buttoned it up, clipped my ID badge to my chest, and walked into the emergency department.The nurse at the reception desk looked up,
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Three months without putting any weight on my leg had taken their toll. The muscles in my right calf had shrunk so much that my leg looked almost like a stick."You're healing very well," said Andrew Rogers, the head of orthopedics, after studying my X-ray scans. "One more month of physical therapy, and you should be able to walk normally again."I nodded and slowly pulled myself to my feet, using the wall for support. The feeling of my foot touching the floor was strange, but it also felt reassuring.As I left the orthopedic department, I ran into a few coworkers in the hallway."Shane! Your cast is finally off?" Zara hurried over, her eyes lighting up. "That's wonderful! When are you coming back to work?""Probably next week. I want to finish my rehab first.""We'll be waiting for you!"I smiled.When I returned to the emergency department, I realized a lot had changed.The nameplate outside Lilian's office had been removed. An official seal was taped across the door. Across
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Dad was silent for a couple of seconds. Then, he reached out and gently ruffled my hair. His hand was warm."You can stay as long as you want. I've always kept your room ready for you. I even aired out your blanket in the sun a few days ago."My eyes instantly stung. "Dad... you aired out my blanket?""I do it even when you're not coming home." He smiled. "You never know. Maybe one day, you'll suddenly decide to come back."I bit my lip as hard as I could, trying to hold back my tears. I failed. A tear slipped down and landed on the back of his hand.Dad did not say anything. He simply held my hand a little tighter.After a while, he stood up and gently patted my shoulder."Come on. That's enough for now. The meatloaf's been in the oven all afternoon. If we don't eat now, it'll get cold."I washed my face and sat down at the dining table. Dad brought over a huge platter of meatloaf. It was glazed to a rich, glossy brown, and the smell filled the room. He picked out the biggest
Behind the White Coat Chapter 9
Ethan had lost so much weight that he was barely recognizable. His skin was sallow, and dark circles hung beneath his eyes.The handsome young man who used to smile so brightly at the hospital, the one the nurses always called 'the cutie', was gone. Standing at the defendant's table was only a frightened, trembling shell of the person he used to be.The judge struck the gavel.Twenty minutes later, everyone rose to their feet.The judge's voice echoed through the courtroom, every word landing with the weight of a hammer on steel."The court has reached its verdict."The defendant, Lilian Jones, is found guilty of criminally negligent homicide, falsifying medical records, obstruction of justice, and related offenses. She is hereby sentenced to fifteen years in prison."The defendant, Ethan Smith, is found guilty of falsifying medical records, obstruction of justice, perjury, and related offenses. He is hereby sentenced to eight years in prison."The gavel came down. A single, sh
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Tiffany pushed my wheelchair back down the hallway. It was a long corridor. The wheels rolled over the tile floor with a steady, rhythmic sound.Tiffany said suddenly, "Shane, how did you come up with that little hook at the end of your signature?"I stared at the white wall at the end of the hallway and answered softly, "I've done it ever since I was a kid. I used to think it didn't mean anything. Today, I realized that sometimes, the smallest habits can save your life."Tiffany did not ask any more questions.Back in my room, a nurse replaced my damaged cast and cleaned my wounds again. I lay on the hospital bed, staring up at the painfully white ceiling.My phone buzzed. It was a message from my dad: [Shane, are you coming home for dinner today? I made meatloaf.]My eyes were instantly filled with tears.At this point in my previous life, my dad had still been alive. He would wait for my calls every single day. Whenever I did not call, he would send me a message instead.The
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