After the bath, she returned him to the room, but she couldn't leave and forget him. All night she saw his back, his eyes, his silent scream. In the morning, she arrived at work early and secretly asked for his medical records.
What she found shocked her even more.
According to the records, all injuries were "from the past," and the patient's condition was listed as "stable, without complications." No mention of recent injuries. No note about a worsening of the condition. Someone was systematically erasing the truth.
She began to notice details. The night shifts where the same people always came. The sudden worsening of her condition after certain “procedures.” The look of panic in her eyes whenever a particular doctor appeared in the hallway.
One night she went to see him again, under the pretext of taking his blood pressure. He was crying. Silently. Without a sound. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
He took her hand.
"I'll help you. I promise," she whispered.
She knew she was risking everything. Even so, the next day she turned on a recorder in her lab coat pocket. Later, she turned on her phone's camera too. Every step was dangerous. If she were discovered, she wouldn't just lose her job.
But I couldn't stay silent.
In just a few days he gathered enough evidence.
