I smiled at my newest patient. She smiled back. We exchanged our thanks and she left. Suddenly another person barged in, without warning. I recognized her as a patient’s sister from 4 years ago. I mean, she hadn’t really changed. At all.

“You! Do you even realize what you did to my brother!? He’s dying!” She yelled.

“What? If he is, I can try to help hi-.”

“No! You’re only gonna make everything worse. My mother has taken legal actions against you.”

“Wait! How do you know it was me? What if-“

“I don’t want to hear it!” She screamed. With that, she left the room. Well, stomped.

This happened a few more times over the next few weeks. I sat down on a nearby chair, thinking about what happened. Why does everyone hate me? Why is no one telling me what I did?