The Day I Went Back To Save Them All

I was using the trauma shears to cut through the male patient's clothing during the rescue when it happened.
My fianc, Dean Miller, took a video of me tending to the wounds and posted it online with a caption that made my blood run cold:
I know you were saving a life, but doesnt the patients privacy matter?
And your hand was right there the whole time. It makes me, your fianc, incredibly uncomfortable.
The video went viral, igniting a social media firestorm. The hospitals choice was to placate the public.
I was demoted, stripped of my entire year-end bonus, and given a severe reprimand.
To see my years of diligence and life-saving work branded with the disgusting label of "indecency" flipped a switch inside me. Fine. I would quit caring. I wouldnt save anyone.
Suddenly, the whole hospital sat up and took notice.
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Sienna, this whole thing should be a lesson for you. Were about to get married. Even as a doctor, you need to uphold your feminine propriety!
I looked at him, silently taking in the man I was supposed to marry.
Are you finished?
Dean froze.
What what kind of attitude is that? he stammered, his face twisting in offense.
Dont you realize you were wrong?
Whatever you say.
As those three words left my mouth, I felt something inside me shatter completely.
Deans face instantly flushed crimson, as if I had subjected him to a profound insult.
Fine! Whatever I say! Sienna Reed, we are done!
The wedding is off!
He yelled the last words, snatched his phone off the table, and stormed out.
Dr. Vivian Shaw, my Department Head, frowned, tapping her pen on the desk.
Look what youve done! Youve completely infuriated Dean!
To settle the public disturbance, you will write a deep, thorough self-criticism.
You will read it aloud at next weeks all-staff meeting, admitting your unprofessional conduct.
I looked at her without responding.
Her eyes flickered away for a second, then hardened back into the Department Heads usual veneer of authority.
This is an order, Sienna. And its your final chance.
The next day, the hospitals internal network and public bulletin boards simultaneously posted my disciplinary notice. The language was scathing: Unprofessional medical procedures, Lack of sufficient humanistic care for the patient, and Dr. Sienna Reed will be demoted and docked her annual performance bonus, serving as a warning to all staff.
Every word felt like a public execution.
Maya, an intern, secretly messaged me: Sienna, we all believe you were just saving a life. But you should probably just swallow it for now. Dr. Shaw is furious.
I switched off my phone.
I knew the drill.
Dr. Shaw's niece, Camille Price, who just got her degree abroad, had joined the staff last week. Shaw had been eager to install her in my Chief Resident role. Dean's reckless stunt gave her the perfect, undeniable excuse.
I returned to my desk, silently opening my computer. I meticulously organized and printed out all the patient histories, surgical notes, and post-op follow-up plans for my critical patients. Then, I formatted the work computers personal drive, wiping clean years of personal research data and paper drafts.
A week later, at the all-staff meeting.
Dr. Shaw stood on the stage, her voice booming: Given Dr. Sienna Reeds unprofessional conduct, the hospital has decided to revoke her Chief Resident position.
The room was silent.
Now, let us give a warm round of applause to the new addition to our Cardiothoracic Unit, Dr. Camille Price, who holds a Masters degree from abroad!
A young woman in a crisp, brand-new white coat, her hair exquisitely styled, stood up and gave the room a reserved nod.
Dr. Shaw looked at her with satisfaction and announced, Starting today, Dr. Price will formally take over Dr. Reeds duties.
I sat in the corner, my face expressionless.

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