The Shift Swap That Killed Me

In my last life, my coworker Leslie begged me to switch shifts with her.

"Olivia, I have a date with my boyfriend tomorrow. Let me work today, and you cover for me tomorrow!"

I nodded and agreed.

I just never expected that Leslie would give the wrong medication that very night, causing the patient in Room 3 to die from respiratory failure.

The next day when I covered her shift, the family of the patient in Room 3 suddenly burst into our office.

Before I could react, Leslie shoved me into the crowd. She held up the shift schedule in her hand.