Chapters (70)
- COVER PAGE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- DEDICATION
- PROLOGUE
- PART I BIRTH
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- PART II LIFE
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- PART III DEATH
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- EPILOGUE
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Winnie looks even more horrified. ‘But someone’s abusing someone and getting away with it! Of course you have to report it! Kitty, you know you can’t just turn a blind eye to this stuff.’
‘I know!’ I get where Winnie’s coming from, but at the same time I can’t see an easy way out. ‘I don’t like it either, but … well, it’s tricky.’
Winnie is shaking her head. ‘You guys are always talking about the shit you have to deal with as junior doctors, but then you’re too scared to say anything that might lead to change.’
I sigh. ‘Maybe I could talk to admin,’ I say half-heartedly. ‘I guess I could at least make them aware of it.’
Estelle isn’t convinced. ‘Winnie, you don’t get it,’ she says straight out. ‘You don’t know what it’s like to actually work inside a system like that. Weird sexual shit aside, we’re all copping heaps of abuse in different forms every day. The best thing you can do is stay quiet and try to survive.’
‘Yeah, but at what cost?’ Winnie sounds incredulous. I know she’s thinking about her mum and Dr George.
At what cost? It’s a good question. One I can’t answer, or don’t want to.
Estelle, tired of the argument, announces she’s going home.
When she’s gone, Winnie gives me a long look. ‘I can’t believe you, Kitty. You know what he’s doing, and you’re just going to say nothing? What has happened to you?’
‘You didn’t see her face when she realised I’d heard,’ I try to explain. I feel miserable.
‘No wonder she’s been so mean to you.’ Winnie runs her hands through her hair. ‘No wonder! I’d be being fucking mean too if I thought I had to give my boss a head job in the toilets at work to get a fucking promotion. She must be so fucking on edge and stressed out. She wasn’t in her right mind when she threatened you. You have to report this, Kitty!’
‘You don’t understand, Winnie,’ I say, feeling the anger rising—at who I’m not quite sure. At Winnie, because I know deep down that she’s right; at the system for allowing such a situation to occur; at the Joker for being such a pig; at the Smiling Assassin for wanting to be a surgeon so much she is prepared to do whatever it takes—even this.