"Chad Armstrong, shut your mouth! Do you have any idea that Dr. Delgado performed three major surgeries back to back yesterday? He had two bites of bread and a sip of glucose water the entire time!"
"Exactly! You sit around in the office with the AC blasting. You can't even be bothered to do your own rounds — you make us cover for you. You have no idea how hard Dr. Delgado works!"
"He didn't get home until midnight. His phone hadn't been charged all day. He collapsed into bed the second he walked through the door. Is it really so shocking he forgot to plug it in?"
The families of the patients I'd saved the day before chimed in too.
"Besides, Dr. Delgado fulfilled every one of his responsibilities during his shift. Last night wasn't even his shift!"
Realization swept through the crowd of onlookers.
Even the colleagues who'd been in the operating room with Chad couldn't stay silent anymore.
"That's enough, Dr. Armstrong. Last night genuinely wasn't Dr. Delgado's responsibility. If anyone's unlucky here, it's us."
Chad staggered backward and crumpled to the floor.
His lips had gone white.
"What is everyone standing around for?"
The dean's sharp voice cut through the corridor.