I took two days to gather myself, battling feelings of shame, anger, and betrayal. Then, with Cassie's help, I reached out to the women and sent each of them an email, thanking them for their courage and asking permission to include their evidence in a formal report.The replies came back with support. They were ready to help without hesitation because they had been waiting for the day to expose the wrongdoing he did to all of them.Cassie helped me compile everything with their timestamps, forwarded emails, drafts with tracked edits, audio recordings from his unsolicited late-night calls, and even a note from him telling me to “add his style” to a research proposal I’d written from scratch.We began drafting an anonymous complaint towards the appropriate quarters. Cassie’s contact in university admin helped submit it quietly through the ethics board’s secure portal and we patiently waited for the feedback from the committee.That night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, my heart ha
The lab was unusually quiet that afternoon, humming only with the soft whirl of machines and the occasional rattle of glassware as the other nurses moved about. I stood hunched over the fume hood, watching a pale purple solution boil gently in the flask. my mind was a whirlwind of questions I hadn't had the courage to voice, not even to myself but as I wiped my gloved hands and turned around, my phone rang.The buzz of Cassie’s incoming call pulled me out of my own thoughts. It had been a week since the embarrassing encounter in the nurses' station, and though I acted unbothered, my spirit had been quietly decaying inside. I hadn’t told the girls everything but something about Cassie’s tone when she said, "Pick up. I found something," sent a tremor through my chest.I answered. "Hey... what is it?""You have a second?" Cassie asked,"Yeah, of course. What’s up?" Cassie didn’t hesitate. "Chloe, listen to me carefully. I looked up Dr. Amos Weller. He's married with two kids. There
Even with all that they had said, I told myself it was respect and admiration. The same routine went on for another week. It didn’t mean anything to me but sometimes, when I’d look up from the third report he asked me to reword in his voice, and I’d see him walk past laughing with the lead nurse, coffee in hand, headed home for a nap while I stayed back till midnight, I began to feel… something else.Because in those moments when he did notice me and when he’d glance over and say, “You’re a lifesaver, Chloe,” or tap my shoulder and whisper, “I don’t know how I managed before you showed up,” I felt like I mattered and the nurses were wrong.One afternoon, after a 16-hour shift, I overheard two nurses talking in the breakroom. I had walked in to grab a drink and paused behind the partition wall when I heard my name."Chloe’s out there killing herself for Dr. Weller again. You’d think she’s applying for sainthood or something," one nurse said, chuckling."Please, she’s just another inter
So there’s this doctor. I think he might actually like me? He keeps giving me personal tasks. Like, a lot. But also buys me coffee and jokes with me. It’s weird but the good kind of weird.I told the girls about him one evening while video-calling from my tiny living space."He’s so smart, Mia. You should see him work. He notices things and listens when I speak," I said, leaning closer to the screen like I was sharing a sacred secret.Their replies were almost immediate.“That’s not mentorship, girl. That’s burnout with a side of attention-starvation. You sure he’s not using you?” Cassie slammed me“Have y’all even had a real conversation? Like… outside work?” Mia chipped inI rolled my eyes, fingers flying across the screen.Cassie raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure this isn’t just some academic version of workplace infatuation? You haven’t even known him that long.""You think I’m making it up?" I frowned."No, not that. We just think you should take it slow. He’s older and your eyes
It was just before lunch the next day when I met Dr. Amos Weller.The hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic and floor polish, and the weak hum of overhead fluorescent lights filled the silence as I walked through the clinic’s narrow corridor. I was flipping through the patient intake forms on my clipboard when I heard his voice; it was low, even, and calm. The kind of voice you’d trust in the middle of a war.“Hey there, take a deep breath. You’re doing great, okay? We’ll sort this out together.”I glanced up. Through the half-open exam room door, I caught a glimpse of him: a tall man in his early forties, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, with silver-streaked black hair and eyes that seemed to know everything, and soft gray stubble hugging his jawline.Dr. Weller was the kind of man who made you want to straighten your back and speak with confidence. He had a quiet authority, the type who didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room. He crouched beside an elderly woman, gently
When I stepped off the train, the air hit different.It was cleaner and was maybe too clean, like it hadn’t been mixed with exhaust fumes or city tension in years.“I wish I could live here forever.” I didn’t know when I blurted that out because I had already fallen in love with the clean atmosphere.The last time I had this kind of atmosphere was when we went to the countryside for a school project right before the internship started.The breeze carried the scent of pine, soil, and lavender from an old farmhouse porch that was quite close to the train station. All around me were stretches of land so wide it made me feel smaller than usual as I came out of the station. I dragged my suitcase across the gravel parking area as someone approached from a beige SUV parked nearby.A petite woman, probably in her late thirties, smiled at me, holding up a sign that read Chloe M.—Health Rotation Program.“That’s me,” I called out, waving. She gave me a warm nod and came over quickly.“Welcome t