I just stand there during rounds, nodding along, when my supervisor talks about aggressive end-of-life treatments that just feel… wrong, but I need that fellowship recommendation and the silence in… …

I tell the night supervisor I am fine after seventy-two hours of critical care —

I was standing by the mahogany desk and the air conditioning was humming so loud it felt like it was vibrating inside my teeth and Mr.

Like you’re standing right there, in the bright fluorescent light of a hospital room, and nobody even sees you. …