She returned home to sleep a few floors above her abuser — I hoped she wouldn’t become a dreaded statistic

Thinking back to my time as a final-year medical student in the emergency department, there was always a nagging sense of being in the way as I bumped into people dashing from one job to next, following my supervisors around like a loyal steed.

Overwhelmed by the dizzying swirls of blue scrubs amid the screams, the groans, the alarms and rhythmic beeps, it was difficult to keep up.