Chapter 3

“I thought you finished at the top of your class,” Dr. Henshaw says, partly in a derogatory manner and partly to massage his own ego. “Maybe if you had intervened earlier, that patient would have still been alive.”

Meredith was still shaken by coincidence surrounding her first day in the ER. Despite shouts for guidance from the interns and the nurses, she just stood there, not doing anything and not helping, until Dr. Henshaw’s attention was called, and he tried to stop the bleeding and resuscitate the patient, but both attempts failed.

“If you couldn’t really help the patient, you could have just asked for help. Or are you too big to ask?”

Meredith is not in the mood to argue. Dr. Henshaw’s presence is becoming annoying with every passing second.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try not to let that happen again.”

“You’re sorry,” Dr. Henshaw scoffs, disappointed that he has to win the fight so easily. He half expected Meredith to get defensive. “Apologise to the