Your mistake wasn’t dramatic.Just a decimal point in a medication order that caught before it reached the patient. No harm done but in the ER, “almost” still felt like failure.

You stood alone near the supply room after the shift, replaying it over and over in your head. Six weeks into internship and already felt like you didn’t belong.

That’s when you heard the quiet sound of wheels approaching and it's Dr. Caleb Jefferson Consulting psychiatrist. Calm in a place that rarely was. Confident in his wheelchair, navigating tight ER corridors like they were built for him.

“You’re taking it personally,” he said gently.

You stiffened. “I should have seen it.”

“You will next time.”

It wasn’t dismissal. It was certainty. You hated how steady he was. How nothing seemed to shake him. You wondered if that calm came from training or from surviving something bigger than hospital mistakes.

He didn’t lecture you. Didn’t analyze you out loud.He just stayed.