"Maya Rivera. Seven months ago. Supply closet on the second floor. You raped her."
"I don't know what you're talking about." He starts walking again, dismissing me like I'm nothing.
I step in front of him, blocking his path. "She reported you. Gave them everything. And yet, this hospital choseyou."
"I don't know who you are, but you need to leave before I call security."
"She lost her job. Her apartment. Her sense of safety. And you're still here, still working, still wearing that white coat like you didn't destroy someone's life."
Something shifts in his expression. "Maya Rivera. The nurse." He has the audacity to smile. "She came onto me, got upset when I turned her down. The investigation cleared me."
The rage that's been building for days explodes in my chest.
"You're lying."
"The hospital would disagree. Now, if you'll excuse me?—"
I raise my voice, letting it carry down the hallway. "Can I have everyone's attention?"
People stop. Nurses, doctors, visitors. Everyone turns to look.
Carson's face goes pale. "What are you doing?"
"This man right here..." I point at him, making sure everyone can see. "Dr. Richard Carson, Head of Emergency Medicine, raped one of your nurses seven months ago. Maya Rivera. She reported it with evidence, with witnesses, with a rape kit. And this hospital fired her and let him keep his job."
"That's a lie," Carson says, but his voice is shaking. "This man is mentally unstable?—"
"Several sexual harassment complaints," I continue, louder now. "Filed against him over the past decade. This hospital settled them all quietly. Paid them off to keep them silent. How many more women has he hurt? How many more will there be?"
A crowd is forming now, phones out, recording. Carson's face is red, sweat beading on his forehead.
"You need to leave," he says. "Security!"
I grab the front of his white coat and slam him against thewall hard enough that his head bounces off the plaster. "You raped her."
"Get your hands off me, or I'm calling?—"
"Call them. I don't give a fuck."
His face goes from red to purple. "She was nothing, just some nurse with a savior complex. Came crying to me about a dead patient, practically threw herself at me. I did her a favor?—"
I punch him.
My fist connects with his nose, and I hear it crack, feel the cartilage give way. Blood explodes across his face, spattering his white coat. He staggers back, hands coming up instinctively, but I'm already swinging again.
This one catches his jaw. He tries to run, but I grab his coat and yank him back, before driving my fist into his ribs with all the force I can muster.
"You raped her." Another punch to his face. "You held her down." Another to his ribs. "She said no, and you didn't stop."
He's on the ground now, curled into a ball, trying to protect his face. I kick him in the ribs.Once. Twice.Then I hear something crack.
"She trusted you. Came to you for help. And you raped her in a fucking supply closet."
People are shouting, running toward us. I barely register them. All I can see is Carson's blood, all I can think about is Maya's face when she told me what he did to her.
Hands grab me, strong hands, multiple sets. Three security guards drag me away from Carson, who's moaning on the floor, face covered in blood.
"Let me go!"
