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As I was heading to the restroom, I found myself singing a familiar tune when something unexpected caught my attention: a box of gloves positioned on the small dresser in front of me. I couldn't help but notice a peculiar hole in the box, which was slightly angled toward the toilet. This sparked a memory from about a year ago when I first noticed the box's presence, followed by a recollection from six months prior when I observed the hole and thought to myself, "It seems like there's some unusual activity happening here."
 
At that moment, I began to question why the gloves were so large, considering our team is primarily composed of women, and why there were gloves just sitting out in the bathroom in the first place—quite off-putting! I voiced my thoughts aloud, jokingly wondering if there was a hidden camera nearby. Curiosity got the better of me, so I reached into the glove box, expecting to encounter the other side of the hole. Instead, I felt something hard inside. Intrigued, I pulled the box closer and carefully tore it open a bit.
 
As I carefully opened the box further, I pulled out a phone that was still recording. We gathered around it, curious to explore the device and see if we could decipher its screen saver or access the emergency features. However, it was stuck on a gray screen that displayed the message "iPhone storage full" alongside "20%" and "airplane mode."
 
Realizing we were dealing with a serious situation, one of our colleagues put on gloves and tried to interact with the phone, hoping to reach the emergency screen. Unfortunately, it remained unresponsive, stuck on that generic gray display. Acknowledging the seriousness of the moment, we decided to return the phone to the box and reposition it in the bathroom as closely as we could to its original state.
 
At that point, another team member called for assistance. Within a couple of minutes, security arrived on the scene. They began documenting everything, taking photographs to preserve the evidence. I noticed they started to remove the gloves from the box and attempted to hand them over to the authorities for further examination.
 
them to us. I quickly intervened, explaining that those gloves were part of the crime scene and needed to be preserved as evidence. In response, one of my colleagues took the initiative to retrieve a biohazard bag and carefully placed the gloves inside to ensure they were handled appropriately.
 
Meanwhile, a member of the security team began flattening the box, prompting me to ask about his actions. He reassured me, stating, “Don’t worry, we took pictures.” Afterward, I accompanied management to their office, where they informed me that security had advised me to go online to file a report.
 
I paused for a moment as management guided me through the process of reporting an incident of sexual assault. Confused, I asked her, “Aren’t you filing the report?” They explained that security had instructed me to handle it myself. I nodded, feeling uncertain about what to do next but determined to navigate the process.
 
After our conversation, I sat down with colleague, who was just as shocked by the events that had unfolded. They shared their own feelings of disbelief when I had emerged from the bathroom. Once we finished discussing what had happened, I stepped outside to use my phone to begin filing the report.
 
to file the report, I found myself unable to locate any option for submitting a sexual assault report on the PD website.
 
When I returned to the nurses' station, I noticed that everyone scheduled for Monday was present, including nurses preparing for skills day. Coincidentally, colleague’s mother from another unit was visiting and overheard my recounting of the incident. As I explained what had happened and mentioned that I had been instructed to file a police report, colleague suggested I should sit down and file it right then and there.
 
I logged back onto the computer, but once again, I was unable to find a section dedicated to filing a sexual assault report. Frustration and concern washed over me as I felt increasingly stuck without a clear way forward.
 
Colleague’s mother kindly offered to escort me downstairs to another unit, where they could assist with the report. However, I decided to make one final attempt with management. I went back to management, hoping for a different response, but manager reiterated that I still needed to file it myself.
 
that I should simply fill it out on the computer.
 
Feeling frustrated and unsupported, I decided to head downstairs to another department. Once there, colleague’s mother led me into her manager’s office, where manager was already informed about the situation. They invited me to sit down and assured me that they would help. They then called the PD and began the conversation, allowing me to provide my report directly.

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As I was heading to the restroom, I found myself singing a familiar tune when something unexpected caught my attention: a box of gloves positioned on the small dresser in front of me. I couldn't help but notice a peculiar hole in the box, which was slightly angled toward the toilet. This sparked a memory from about a year ago when I first noticed the box's presence, followed by a recollection from six months prior when I observed the hole and thought to myself, "It seems like there's some unusual activity happening here." At that moment, I began to question why the gloves were so large, considering our team is primarily composed of women, and why there were gloves just sitting out in the bathroom in the first place—quite off-putting! I voiced my thoughts aloud, jokingly wondering if there was a hidden camera nearby. Curiosity got the better of me, so I reached into the glove box, expecting to encounter the other side of the hole. Instead, I felt something hard inside. Intrigued, I pulled the box closer and carefully tore it open a bit. As I carefully opened the box further, I pulled out a phone that was still recording. We gathered around it, curious to explore the device and see if we could decipher its screen saver or access the emergency features. However, it was stuck on a gray screen that displayed the message "iPhone storage full" alongside "20%" and "airplane mode." Realizing we were dealing with a serious situation, one of our colleagues put on gloves and tried to interact with the phone, hoping to reach the emergency screen. Unfortunately, it remained unresponsive, stuck on that generic gray display. Acknowledging the seriousness of the moment, we decided to return the phone to the box and reposition it in the bathroom as closely as we could to its original state. At that point, another team member called for assistance. Within a couple of minutes, security arrived on the scene. They began documenting everything, taking photographs to preserve the evidence. I noticed they started to remove the gloves from the box and attempted to hand them over to the authorities for further examination. them to us. I quickly intervened, explaining that those gloves were part of the crime scene and needed to be preserved as evidence. In response, one of my colleagues took the initiative to retrieve a biohazard bag and carefully placed the gloves inside to ensure they were handled appropriately. Meanwhile, a member of the security team began flattening the box, prompting me to ask about his actions. He reassured me, stating, “Don’t worry, we took pictures.” Afterward, I accompanied management to their office, where they informed me that security had advised me to go online to file a report. I paused for a moment as management guided me through the process of reporting an incident of sexual assault. Confused, I asked her, “Aren’t you filing the report?” They explained that security had instructed me to handle it myself. I nodded, feeling uncertain about what to do next but determined to navigate the process. After our conversation, I sat down with colleague, who was just as shocked by the events that had unfolded. They shared their own feelings of disbelief when I had emerged from the bathroom. Once we finished discussing what had happened, I stepped outside to use my phone to begin filing the report. to file the report, I found myself unable to locate any option for submitting a sexual assault report on the PD website. When I returned to the nurses' station, I noticed that everyone scheduled for Monday was present, including nurses preparing for skills day. Coincidentally, colleague’s mother from another unit was visiting and overheard my recounting of the incident. As I explained what had happened and mentioned that I had been instructed to file a police report, colleague suggested I should sit down and file it right then and there. I logged back onto the computer, but once again, I was unable to find a section dedicated to filing a sexual assault report. Frustration and concern washed over me as I felt increasingly stuck without a clear way forward. Colleague’s mother kindly offered to escort me downstairs to another unit, where they could assist with the report. However, I decided to make one final attempt with management. I went back to management, hoping for a different response, but manager reiterated that I still needed to file it myself. that I should simply fill it out on the computer. Feeling frustrated and unsupported, I decided to head downstairs to another department. Once there, colleague’s mother led me into her manager’s office, where manager was already informed about the situation. They invited me to sit down and assured me that they would help. They then called the PD and began the conversation, allowing me to provide my report directly.

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