The Empty Chart
Language: en
At 2:30 AM, Nurse Brenda, her eyes red and teary, pleaded with me, "Cover for me for just a bit, will you? My daughter is running a 104-degree fever." I was just about to agree. But the next second, a few lines of text—like floating comments on a live stream—drifted past my eyes. [Do NOT say yes.] [She just gave the wrong medication. The patient in Bed 7 is having a severe allergic reaction and isn't going to make it.] [She's not asking you to cover her shift; she's asking you to take the fall for manslaughter.] I looked down at the blank night shift log in her hand. She was just waiting…