Tasha, 33, a ward nurse in Atlanta, clocked it herself — every twelve minutes, like clockwork, Mr. Patterson in Room 6 needed "help adjusting his blanket." For four days. She finally put a timer on her phone to prove it to management (the printout is apparently legendary in that department). The thing is, Mr. Patterson was medically fine. He was waiting on discharge paperwork and had decided that Tasha's time was his time. (His wife found out via the nursing staff's group chat. We don't know what happened next but he was discharged very suddenly.) Tasha's now a charge nurse. Mr. Patterson is not her problem anymore.