But this time, I didn't push it.
Charlotte made a point of detouring past the nurses' station and stuck her tongue out at me. "Head nurse, tattling won't help. Leadership sees everything—they know who the hardworking little lamb is!"
I replied flatly, "Your business has nothing to do with me."
Her expression stiffened. She twisted her hips and walked off.
By afternoon, the hospital floor was littered with disgusting photos.
In them, I wore my nurse's uniform, tangled intimately with different male patients—in the duty room, on hospital beds.
"Oh my God, Head Nurse Harding acts so proper, but she's such a slut!"
"No wonder she got promoted so fast—slept her way up."
"She won't even spare patients. So desperate."
The whispers drilled into my ears.
A patient's family member rushed up and jabbed her finger at my face. "You shameless bitch—did you seduce my husband too?"
Someone grabbed my hair and forced me to the floor, trying to strip my clothes off.
A slap cracked across my face. I was nearly naked, my body pinched until it bruised purple.
"Trash! The hospital should fire you!"
"Doing that in a nurse's uniform—disgusting."