The Wrong Kidney

I stole a kidney meant for another patient. Not on purpose. The transplant coordinator

mixed up the charts and I was already wrist deep in the procedure when my attending burst

through the OR doors screaming to stop. But the organ was already in. The other patient,

a twelve year old girl, died waiting for the next match. My patient lived.

I see her family in the cafeteria sometimes and they have no idea their miracle was someone

else's tragedy. The hospital buried it. Do you tell the truth even when

it destroys everything?