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The upcoming internal investigation loomed large, a shadow hanging over the ward. Each of us was scheduled to meet with the hospital counsel, a process that promised more questions than answers.
“What do you think they’ll ask?” I wondered aloud, the uncertainty gnawing at me.
“Everything,” came the terse reply. “They’ll want to know everything.”
The tension among the nurses was palpable, each of us bracing for the revelations that would surely come, the fear of the unknown mingling with a desperate hope for the truth.
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“It’s going to be okay,” someone said, though their words felt hollow, a reassurance that rang false in the sterile air.
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