Crossing Lines in Crisis

I kissed my patient's brother in the supply closet while his sister was coding down the hall.

I'm seventeen, barely three weeks into my internship, and I've already crossed every line

they warned us about. The attending was screaming for more hands, alarms blaring,

but I was pressed against those metal shelves with someone whose family I was supposed to be comforting.

My co-intern found us. The same guy I'd been sneaking glances at during rounds

for weeks. His face went cold. Ten minutes later, I'm doing chest compressions on

the sister, and both of them are watching me through the glass. She didn't make

it. Now I'm standing here wondering if those thirty seconds I wasted cost her