The Obsessed Intern Who Slandered My Name To Get To My Sister

I was checking into my sister's emergency room for an allergic reaction when I ran straight into the resident who was hopelessly obsessed with her.

The kid overheard the kind of intimate conversation only siblings have, and then saw my sister, in a classic move, habitually punch my shoulder.

He went from jealous to frantic in about three seconds. He saw me as his ultimate nemesis, his eyes burning with pure, protective fury.

I just stared, dumbfounded, ready to open my mouth and say, Were siblings, you idiot.

But before I could, he screamed, batting my sister's hand away:

Dr. Pierce, break up with him! Dont let this sick man fool you! That's not an allergy!

Hes got lesions all over his rear!

Thats a textbook sign of Secondary Syphilis! He has an STD!

01

The entire emergency room fell into a deathly silence.

Every single pair of eyes swiveled, swoosh, to focus on my exposed upper back and my jeans, which Id only managed to pull halfway back up after the initial assessment.

My head went THWACK. All the blood drained from my face and rushed straight to my skull.

What the hell are you talking about?! I was the first one to snap out of it, shaking with cold, pure rage.

I whirled on him. Elijah Grant. The name was stitched on his scrubs. My vision was tunneling. What is your name? What is your employee number? Do you have any idea you are leveling a felony accusation right now?!

My fury scared him; Eli flinched, and a fat tear plop-ped onto his chest.

But he didnt back down. He looked past me at my sister, Adriana Pierce, who was frozen in place. The look in his eyes was a bizarre mix of righteous indignation, agonizing heartbreak, and some kind of savior complex I couldn't comprehend.

Dr. Pierce! I am not making this up! Ive studied medicine for five years, I know what I saw!

He sobbed harder, pointing a finger at me. I just dont want to watch you be manipulated by a man like this! He has such a disgusting private lifehe doesnt deserve you! Look at himhe's still trying to lie his way out of it!

Adriana's expression was a perfect portrait of Who am I? Where am I?

I yanked my jeans up instantly, ignoring the sharp, friction-induced pain on my irritated skin.

I stood up straight, towering over Eli, and stared him down.

Say it again, I ground out through clenched teeth. The disease I have. What is it?

I Eli stammered, intimidated by my gaze. But one glance at Addy standing beside me, and his courage flared up again. He puffed out his chest. Dont you know what youve been doing?!

Fine, I said, and the ridiculousness of the situation made me laugha cold, humorless sound. You know what? Fine.

I stopped wasting time. I pulled out my phone and, right in front of him, started dialing.

Hello, 911? I need to report defamation. Theres a man at Metropolitan General who is publicly lying and slandering me, violating my civil rights

Hey! Hey! Mr. Pierce! Mr. Pierce, calm down!

Dr. Evelyn Shaw, the Chief of Emergency Medicine, rushed in, having clearly heard the commotion. She took one look at the sceneme shaking with rage, my sisters face like graniteand she looked ready to faint.

Dr. Pierce, what what in Gods name is happening here?

Adrianas voice was dangerously flat. Dr. Shaw, this doctor here just told the entire waiting room that my dear one has Secondary Syphilis.

Dr. Shaws face went white.

She spun on Eli, practically chewing him out in a whispered snarl. Eli! Are you insane?! Youre giving a definitive diagnosis based on sight?! Are you a damned X-Ray machine?!

I I Elis tears flowed faster. He looked desperately at Addy.

Dr. Pierce, I was only trying to protect you! I

Shut up! Dr. Shaw rubbed her temples. She knew Addy held administrative weight, and if this blew up, the entire ER department would face the fallout.

You will apologize to Mr. Pierce and Dr. Pierce immediately! Do you want to lose your residency spot before you even start?!

The words residency spot hit Eli like a physical blow.

He shuddered, biting his lower lip, his face etched with humiliation and resentment.

He gave me the most grudging, shallow bow imaginable.

I Im sorry.

His voice was a mosquito's hum, but the murderous venom in his eyes was strong enough to peel paint off the wall.

I dont want your apology, I cut him off, my gaze sharp as glass as it swept over both him and Dr. Shaw. Right now, in your hospital, Im getting a full panel STD screening.

I paused, speaking each word slowly and distinctly.

If the results show Im clean, I wont just sue you, Eli Grant, for slander. Ill sue this hospital for gross mismanagement and allowing an intern to disseminate false, life-altering medical information!

Dr. Shaws face was slick with a cold sweat.

Mr. Pierce, please, lets calm down, she quickly put on a professional smile. This is a terrible misunderstanding! Eli, you are suspended immediately. You will write a ten-thousand-word apology. And this will be reported across the hospital.

I didnt wait for the ensuing drama. I turned and walked away.

Addy immediately followed, helping me re-register and get my blood drawn.

I was exhausted. I was the one who jammed the needle in, who drew the sample, who filled out the paperwork.

After fighting the hospital system for half the night, I dragged my inflamed body and my boiling rage back home, took the medicine, and fell into a heavy, feverish sleep.

I slept for exactly as long as the internet was cancelling me.

When I finally woke up, it was to the frantic, repeated ringing of my phone. Addy.

Hello My voice was a shredded whisper.

Cam, my god! You finally picked up! Check TikTok! Its insane!

A cold dread clenched my gut. I opened the app.

The barrage of DMs and comments (999+) instantly turned my phone into a slideshow.

A local trending video was plastered on the front page.

The screen showed a young man in a collared shirt, his face contorted in sorrow and injustice.

It was Eli Grant.

The caption read: #DidIDoSomethingWrong? I just wanted to be a good doctor.

He didn't name me, but the background was clearly the ER hallway from last night.

Between sobs, he narrated:

...I was just trying to kindly warn that young woman that her boyfriends symptoms were highly suspicious. If it wasthat kind of disease, its highly contagious. But I never imagined her boyfriend would react so violently, threatening to sue me

...Now, to smooth things over, my supervisors have suspended me and ordered a full review. I studied medicine for five years, and I truly don't know what I did wrong

...Maybe I shouldnt have gotten involved, but I just couldnt stand the thought of that poor woman being kept in the dark. I didnt do anything wrong! Im still the best little lamb!

That last lineIm still the best little lambwas his calculated tag.

The comment section had fully detonated.

02

@HealingHearts: OMG, baby dont cry! You did the right thing! You are so pure!

@TruthSayer: Some men are just pigs, they live a dirty life and then get mad when someone calls them out.

@SheepLover: That patient definitely felt guilty and panicked, thats why he sued! Hugs to the little lamb!

@LocalGossip: Wait, isn't this Metropolitan General? I think I was there last night, that dude was furious!

@JusticeForSheep: Dig up the guys profile! Dont let him hurt that beautiful woman anymore!

I was physically trembling with disbelief and rage.

The audacity of this sanctimonious, two-faced Sweetest Little Lamb!

He was even replying to comments, painting a vivid picture of me.

@TheLittleLamb: The guy looked pale and sickly, but he had the worst temper. I dont know how he tricked a woman like hershes beautiful and classy, total night-and-day difference!

@TheLittleLamb: I hear the beautiful woman is an admin at the hospital, too! Such a kind soul! Its just so unfair!

My anger reached a fever pitch. I typed a furious response in the comment section: @CamPierce: I am the "patient" you are referring to. The full story is

Id managed to type out half the story when a cold, indifferent notification box popped up:

[Your account has been temporarily disabled due to multiple reports of policy violation.]

My vision blurred.

When I gathered my senses, I immediately contacted the platform support, only to be told it would take three business days for the review process.

Three business days? The damage would be irreversible by then!

Addy, on the line, was frantic. Cam, I already talked to the Hospital CEO! They said theyll issue a public statement immediately!

Addy, I took a deep breath, forcing myself into a semblance of calm. Dont. You are currently the poor, manipulated victim. The more you defend me, the more theyll see me as some privileged jerk abusing my deep connections.

Then what do we do? Just let him get away with this character assassination?

I hung up, staring at Eli Grants tear-streaked face on the screen.

Something clicked. That look he gave Addy in the ER last night. It wasn't the way an intern looks at a colleague.

It was obsession. Jealousy. Resentment.

He kept saying, For your own good, and He doesnt deserve you.

Why would a brand-new intern be this fiercely protective of my sister?

Unless... he'd known her for a while.

A crazy, chilling idea flashed through my mind.

I shot upright and dialed Addy back.

Addy, I need you to do something for me. Right now. I need you to log into the hospitals internal network forum.

The intranet? Now? Why?

Dont ask. Just search for a post. I relayed the keywords, pulling from a hazy memory. Keywords: Dr. Pierce, Boyfriend, Not Good Enough.

Silence on the other end.

Addy was in Administration; logging into the intranet took her seconds.

Five minutes later, she called back, her voice a mix of shock and utter bewilderment.

Cam how how did you know?

She sent me a screenshot.

It was a post from three months ago, buried deep in the hospitals anonymous gossip section.

Title: [Treehouse] I feel bad for Dr. Pierce. Her boyfriend seems like such a demanding jerk.

Body: The (OP) is a new intern. Today in the cafeteria, I saw Dr. Pierce eating, and her boyfriend (I assume) called her. She had to drop her lunch and run all the way to the first-floor coffee shop to get him some kind of limited-edition seasonal cold brew.

Last week, I saw her carrying his shopping bag for him in the hospital garden. He was acting so entitled and condescending, but Dr. Pierce just smiled through it all.

And I heard he spends money like crazy. I think she hands over most of her salary to him.

Seriously, what is so great about this guy? Why is Dr. Pierce with him? I feel so bad for her!

The replies were varied.

@GossipQueen: OP, are you secretly crushing on Dr. Pierce? LOL.

@AdminBuddy: Ha! Our Addy is the hospitals sweetheart. Shes got a line of admirers out the door.

@Rando: Ive seen that guy. Hes handsome, but he looks like a total tool.

The OP, when asked if he was crushing, replied in an excited, lengthy defense:

@OP: I am NOT! I dont know why youd say that! Im just looking out for Dr. Pierce! Shes too good for a man who would manipulate and use her like that!

I stared at the screenshot, my hands ice-cold.

Three months ago, I was at the hospital for a dental check-up. Addy bought me a coffee, and I, being a typical younger brother, complained it was the wrong flavor and made her get the special one.

Last week, my mom made us pick up her annual physical results. I had just finished some retail therapy and made her carry my bags.

And her salary? Her bank account was confiscated by our mother years ago because she has zero impulse control. Its in my name. I give her a monthly allowance.

I drew a long, shaky breath, my voice now like shards of ice.

Addy, check the IP address of that post.

Addy: ...Its the Interns Dorm, Building A.

Who lives in Building A?

...Dermatology, and a few Internal Med residents. Addy paused, and I heard the click of a mouse. Eli Grant. Hes in Building A.

03

I smiled.

The laughter was almost hysterical; tears pricked my eyes.

It wasnt a medical mistake. It wasn't a random incident.

This was a meticulously plotted, malice-driven act of retaliation, fueled by obsession.

Eli hadn't misdiagnosed me.

He had sentenced me.

He wasn't trying to cure me; he was trying to punish me.

He wanted to punish me, the bad man who didnt deserve Addy and was manipulating her.

Okay.

You want to play this out on the internet? Game on.

Just then, a WhatsApp notification popped upa contact request.

The profile picture was Eli Grants tear-stained, self-pitying face.

I accepted it.

His message came immediately.

Eli: Mr. Pierce? I truly didn't expect things to go this viral online.

Eli: I know I messed up, and Im asking for your forgiveness. As a doctor, though, I still advise you to take better care of yourself. You need to stop living such a messy lifestyle.

That condescending, self-righteous tone made him sound like a goddamn savior.

I stared at the text, shaking my head and letting out a final, furious laugh.

My instinct was to unleash a torrent of profanity, but my finger froze over the screen.

What was the point? It would only fuel his ego.

I deleted the long string of insults Id typed, and calmly sent a reply.

Cam: Are you at the hospital right now?

Eli clearly hadn't expected that. After a few seconds, a lone ? came back.

Seeing that question mark, a cold, predatory smirk curved my lips.

I ignored him and immediately called Addy.

Addy, I need your help.

Name it, Cam!

Take your TikTok account live.

Huh?

The title: Regarding The Sweetest Little Lambs Slander Campaign: The Dirty Mans Sister Speaks.

04

The next morning, Addy and I walked back into Metropolitan General.

Addys TikTok account had tens of thousands of followers from her fitness videos and hospital admin tips.

The moment she went live, the title alone pulled in thousands of viewers instantly.

Most of them were the people whod followed Elis story last night, rushing to curse out the scumbag and the poor, manipulated girlfriend.

@ToxicTruth: Ugh, this dude actually came back to the hospital?

@GossipGirl: She must be crazy! That gorgeous, classy woman with a guy who has Secondary Syphilis?

@JudgeJudy: City folks playin too rough!

I ignored the comments and walked straight into the ER lobby.

Eli was still there.

He wasnt in scrubs, but in casual clothes, chatting and laughing with another nurseno signs of a man facing a serious suspension.

He saw me and froze. Then, he gave me a slight, dismissive sneer.

But when his gaze darted past me to Addy, who was holding her phone up and live-streaming, the color drained completely from his face.

The next second, his whole demeanor flipped. He rushed toward us, bowing deeply over and over again.

Dr. Pierce! Mr. Pierce! I am so sorry, truly!

I never meant for the internet to react so intensely I shouldnt have revealed your medical condition, I was just so worried you might infect someone else

He kept the weeping act up, subtly glancing at Addy, putting on a performance of sincere remorse.

The live chat instantly exploded.

@AHA! Did you hear that! He admitted it was a medical condition, not an allergy!'

@PIG! Im sick to my stomach! This guy brings his girlfriend here to intimidate the poor doctor?

I contained my volcanic fury and cut through his performance with a cold voice.

Medical condition? Fine.

I held up a manila folder.

My initial lab results from last night are in here.

Elis sobbing instantly stopped.

But Im afraid you and the internet will say were abusing power, forcing the hospital to alter the report.

I turned to the camera, sweeping my gaze over the crowd of onlookers.

So, right now, in front of everyone watching this stream, Im registering again, drawing blood again, and doing a full, new panel.

Not only that, I said, turning to Addy.

She understood immediately. She pulled out her work phone and dialed. Hello, Public Notarys Office? I need expedited, on-site document witnessing services

This Elis face had completely melted.

Just then, Dr. Shaw rushed over, her face furious. This is chaos! This is a hospital, not a goddamn television studio!

She was clearly trying to shut it down.

Addy walked up to her, silent, and whispered a few words in her ear.

I caught the words CEO, Intranet Forum, and Malicious Slander.

Dr. Shaw's face changed in an instant, from white to green to absolute black.

She glared at Eli, then spat out three words through gritted teeth. Let him test!

I took Addys phone, registered, and paid the fees.

I ignored the vitriol in the chat.

Blood draw, urine sample, other tests

The Notary officials arrived quickly, setting up their cameras to record the entire chain of custody.

I remained perfectly calm throughout the process.

Eli tried to slip away a couple of times, but Addy, standing like a stone statue at the lab door, blocked him. His face got paler, and his panic grew visible.

When all the tests were done, I crossed my arms and sat in a chair in the lobby to wait.

The stream had hit over a hundred thousand viewers, all waiting for the conclusion of this unprecedented scandal.

Two hours later, I received the stack of printed reports.

I didn't look at them. I handed the entire stack, along with the Notary's paperwork, to Dr. Shaw.

Dr. Shaw, I managed a small, frigid smile. Youre the Chief of Medicine. Youre the professional. Do me a favor: read the results of my new panel for the internet.

Dr. Shaws lab coat was damp with sweat.

She took the stack of papers, her hands visibly trembling.

She cleared her throat and started reading them one by one.

Complete Blood Count Normal.

Liver Function Normal.

Kidney Function Normal.

She read quickly, until she turned to the last page. Her voice cut off abruptly.

She looked up, giving me a strange, unreadable glance, then looked back down, her eyes full of hesitation and a hint of pity?

The live chat noticed the pause immediately.

@WHAT Why did she stop? Whats on the last page?

@TELLUS Spit it out! Youre killing us!

With hundreds of thousands of people urging her on, Dr. Shaw swallowed hard. She lifted the final page to the camera and forced out the last few words:

Treponema Pallidum Antibody Positive (+).

Diagnosis: Syphilis, Secondary Stage.