It took everything in me not to yank it back.
Ben urged me to go home and rest again, and I went.
When I stepped out into the hallway, the nurse was stocking supplies into a cart.
She glanced at my face and immediately knew.
“You looked.”
I nodded.
“I didn’t see all of it, but the reports say he isn’t sick.”
I stepped out into the hallway
She closed her eyes for a second.
“I’m sorry, but you had to see it for yourself.”
“You said he and the doctor had a plan.” I stepped closer. “What else do you know?”
“Nothing.” She lowered her voice. “I just… I’ve worked here for seven years. I’ve never seen a patient hide medical records under a mattress.”
“Then why didn’t you report it?”
“What else do you know?”
“I tried. I was told to stop asking questions.”
Nothing in her face suggested she was lying.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
“Go to the hospital administration.”
“You think they’ll believe me?”
“If you show them those reports… they’ll have to.”
“I was told to stop asking questions.”
***
The next morning, I told Ben I was running home for a shower.
Instead, I walked into Hospital Administration and asked to speak to the administrator.
She listened quietly as I placed my phone on her desk.
She studied the photographs.
Then she opened Ben’s electronic medical file on her computer.
Her expression changed.
She opened Ben’s electronic medical file.
“These reports aren’t in his chart.”
“What does that mean?”
