Sixty Seconds to Tell the Truth

I discovered my attending was altering patient charts to cover up his mistakes. My hands shook as

I held the evidence, knowing one wrong move could destroy my career before it started.

The ICU buzzed around me like a hornet's nest. I had 60 seconds to decide: report

him and become the intern who snitched, or stay silent while patients suffered. My mentor,

the one who wrote my recommendation letters, stood three feet away laughing with

nurses. The chart felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. I thought about

my student loans, my family's pride, the Hippocratic oath burning in my chest.

Then I saw his next patient being wheeled in. I made my choice. Would you have done