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‘‘When you have a moment, could you please pronounce the patient in room 17?" I look at the chart being placed in my hand. Along the top is a stapled rhythm strip, dated and timed, displaying a distinct flat line. My eyes linger for a moment at the patient’s date of birth: 1980. Same year as mine. I had been putting off my charting on this particular patient; I didn’t know what to write. As I approach the room, the patient’s parents emerge from an opening in the curtain. Her mother falters for a moment, her knees threatening to buckle, but she is supported by her husband. Our eyes meet, and they nod at me. I sense a lump build in my throat and I tightly grip the clipboard in my hands to keep it together. We all look away and they walk quickly to the Quiet Room. I take a moment to chart.

Uncharted: Winner of the Penelope Gray-Allan Memorial CJEM Writing Award