“Nonsense,” a woman on the board said.

“You saved that child’s life outside of working hours, with no equipment.”

“It brings great credit to Harborview,” Chief Aris added.

“Especially now, as we launch the fundraising campaign for the new pediatric wing.”

My heart lifted slightly at the mention of the wing.

The new wing would double our capacity for long-term pediatric care.

It was a project I had dreamed about for years.

“We want you to be a key part of our presentation to the donors next week,” Chief Aris said.

“Your story represents the spirit of this hospital.”

“I would be honored,” I said.

We spoke for a few more minutes about the schedule for the presentation.

As I walked out of the conference room, I felt a rare spark of hope.

Maybe things were finally beginning to change for me.

***

The corridor outside the administrative offices was dim and narrow.

I turned the corner toward the elevators, planning to head back to my ward.

A figure stepped out from the shadow of a recessed doorway, blocking my path.

It was Mark.