Stolen Morphine, Quiet Room Twelve

I stole morphine from the supply closet and nobody knows. My best friend Sarah

covered for me during inventory. Not for myself, for Mrs. Chen in room twelve who

was screaming so loud the entire floor could hear. The attending refused her pain meds because

her insurance hadn't cleared yet. I watched her cry for three hours. Sarah whispered,

do it, I'll fix the logs. So I did. Now Mrs. Chen is sleeping peacefully

and I'm terrified. Sarah just texted me that our manager is reviewing yesterday's records.

My hands won't stop shaking. I could lose my license. Sarah could lose

hers. But Mrs. Chen stopped screaming. Was saving one patient worth destroying