The fluorescent lights of the hospital conference room cast harsh shadows across Felix Norton's tear-streaked face as Dean Nash stood before him, his expression a mixture of disgust and profound disappointment.
"In thirty years of medical practice, I have never encountered such a despicable act of sabotage," Dean Nash declared, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. "Dr. Felix Norton, you have brought shame not only upon yourself but upon this entire institution."
Felix cowered in his chair, his hands trembling as he stared at the floor. The silver needle he had stolen lay on the table before him like evidence of his complete moral failure.
"Please," Felix whispered desperately. "I made a terrible mistake. I never intended for anyone to die."
