In my past life, the underprivileged student my boyfriend sponsored offered to donate her bone marrow to me. Our match was a perfect ten-out-of-ten. My parents immediately treated her like their own daughter, even gifting her half the shares of our family’s company. But my boyfriend constantly claimed she was "feeling unwell," delaying the surgery again and again. On the day of the seventh delay, I had already completed the myeloablative conditioning. I lay in the hospital, waiting to die. Right before I took my last breath, my boyfriend appeared before me, holding her hand. "Chloe, it’s Chloe’s kindness if she wants to donate, and her right if she doesn’t." "You can't be selfish and demand she sacrifice her body to save you just because you got dealt a bad hand in life." "Don't worry, after you're gone, Chloe and I will get married and take care of your parents together." When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Chloe first offered to donate her bone marrow. My boyfriend, Ethan, was holding her hand, beaming: "Nora, you're saved! Chloe is willing to donate her bone marrow, and you’re a perfect match!" In the next second, I picked up my phone and dialed 911. "Hello, someone is attempting premeditated murder and fraud under the guise of a bone marrow donation." …… Chloe and Ethan both froze. Ethan reacted first, snatching the phone from my hand. "Officer, I apologize. My girlfriend and I are having a disagreement, she’s just upset." Chloe chimed in to smooth things over, her eyes turning red as her voice trembled. "Nora, why would you suddenly call the police..." "I just came here out of the goodness of my heart to help you. If you don't want it, I'll just leave." My parents hurried in from the hallway. I didn't want them to worry, so I played along and hung up the phone. "Nora, what happened? Why are the police involved?" My mom frowned, her gaze shifting between Ethan and Chloe. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, Ethan stepped in front of me, smiling gently: "It's nothing, Mrs. Davis. Nora is just joking around. She's been in a bad mood lately, she's a bit temperamental." Chloe chimed in, her voice soft and carrying a hint of grievance. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Davis, I'm Chloe." "Ethan found out that my bone marrow is a perfect ten-point match for Nora!" "I thought I could save her, so I couldn't wait and came right over." "But Nora didn't say a word and just called the police, saying we were trying to hurt her." Her eyes reddened, and tears fell on cue: "I was only trying to help. Nora must have misunderstood me somehow." My mom's eyes lit up instantly. She grabbed Chloe's hand. "Really? A perfect ten-point match?" My dad's voice trembled with excitement: "This is an absolute miracle!" Ethan smiled and pulled me into his arms, ruffling my hair just like he used to do countless times before. "Don't overthink it, Mrs. Davis. Nora is probably just a little jealous." "Chloe is a scholarship student I sponsor. Today is the first time we’ve actually met." "Nora, stop acting out." He looked down at me, his voice dripping with tenderness, "It's so hard to find such a perfect match. If we miss this, we might never find another one." I leaned against his chest, smelling the familiar, clean scent of his cologne. For a moment, I almost believed that everything from my past life was just a nightmare. He and I were childhood sweethearts, the couple everyone envied. From high school prom to medical school white coats, he always held my hand, promising we'd get married as soon as I recovered. It sounded so perfect. But the next second, the bone-deep agony of the myeloablative conditioning surged through my memory. Seven times. Seven separate times, he built my hopes up, only to shatter them. Until I lay in that freezing hospital room waiting to die, and he was still telling me I needed to be more "understanding." I wasn't going to live in a fantasy anymore. My parents had already pulled Chloe over to the sofa, calling her "sweetheart" and "an angel." I heard my mom say: "To find someone as kind as Chloe who is also a perfect match... it truly is a blessing." "Our Nora is finally saved." No one bothered to ask what I thought. All they saw was the fragile lifeline that could vanish at any moment. I gently slipped out of Ethan's embrace without drawing attention and turned toward the restroom. The moment the door closed behind me, I leaned against it and let out a long breath. In this life, my parents wouldn't believe me because they were too desperate for hope. Ethan wouldn't believe me because his heart was never really mine to begin with. I couldn't gamble my life on a ticking time bomb who could change her mind at any moment, nor could I trust a childhood sweetheart whose loyalty shifted like the wind. This time, my life was going to stay in my own hands. I dialed a number, my voice so calm it sounded foreign even to me. "I need a favor." The next day, my conversation with Chloe was heavily edited, taken completely out of context, and posted online. She offered her bone marrow, and I called the cops on her. The comment section overwhelmingly praised her and attacked me. "She's willing to donate bone marrow to a stranger? What kind of angel is she!" "She's beautiful inside and out, and she gets bitten for it? I'm literally crying." "A perfect ten-point match! She's literally a gift from God sent to save her, and she calls the cops?!" "Does an ungrateful person like that even deserve to be saved? It's a waste of medical resources!" "She's probably just jealous that the girl is young and pretty. She's scared her boyfriend will get stolen, so she's throwing her life away over it!" "I hope the girl decides not to donate and lets this ungrateful brat fend for herself!" I stared at the screen, my stomach churning. In my past life, I listened to the comments and was overflowing with gratitude toward Chloe. And what did that get me? Nothing but endless "unwell" excuses and the despair of waiting for death. That afternoon, relatives from the Davis family and several senior shareholders of our company arrived. They crowded around my hospital bed, and not a single one asked how I was feeling. The first thing they said was: "Nora, you are being incredibly immature!" "Chloe is such a wonderful girl, why would you call the police on her? How are we supposed to explain this to the public?" "If this gets out, the Davis Group will be a laughingstock!" My parents sat off to the side, looking grim. After a while, my dad sighed: "Nora, we'd like to legally adopt Chloe to give her a proper status in the family." "She doesn't have any backing, and she's willing to save you despite feeling wronged." "The Davis family needs to give her a sense of security so she doesn't feel unappreciated." I flatly refused, which only earned me disappointed looks from my parents. "Nora, you're an adult now, you shouldn't treat your life like a game." That night, the hospital room grew quiet. Ethan arrived. He tucked the blankets around me and gently stroked my cheek. "Nora, are you still mad?" "What am I going to do with you? I just want you to live." My nose stung. For a split second, I almost wanted to ask him outright— Ethan, why did you do that to me in my past life? Why did you just stand there and watch me die? But before the words could leave my mouth, His next sentence plunged me straight back into the ice. "Tomorrow, issue a public statement and apologize to Chloe." "Just say your illness was affecting your judgment and you acted impulsively." He ruffled my hair, speaking as if he were placating a stubborn child. "Nora, trust me. I'll make sure Chloe saves you." "But she's a wonderful girl, and she's your savior. I have to look out for her too." I stared at the ceiling, remaining silent. The man making sweet promises now was the same man who left me to die in my past life. The next day, I had someone look into the bone marrow registry. When the results came back, my blood ran cold. My parents had canceled the expedited search in the international registries. Their reasoning— "If Chloe found out, she might think we didn't trust her. That would be so hurtful." Ethan, using his connections, had also suppressed the backup matching protocols. He had personally told the doctors: "Nora has a perfect match. Everything else can be put on hold." So, my life was now entirely dependent on Chloe alone. And right on cue, the surgery date was delayed for the first time. Clutching her chest, looking pale and teary-eyed, Chloe told my parents: "Mr. and Mrs. Davis, I've been feeling... a little anemic lately." "I really want to save Nora, but the doctors said my body is too weak right now to handle the extraction." "As soon as I recover, I will do it immediately..." My parents were incredibly anxious, but instead of blaming her, they threw an adoption banquet. At the banquet, Chloe became the adopted daughter of the Davis family and moved into our home. Wearing the designer gown my mother bought her, she clung to Ethan's arm the entire evening. They looked like a happy couple at their own wedding. I curled up in my hospital bed watching the live stream. In my phone, messages from Ethan sat unread. "Nora, Chloe is just trying to be in the best possible shape so she can donate her marrow to you." "She's so kind-hearted, and now she's your sister. You can't bully her anymore!" "Does her 'pure kindness' require my family to pay a deposit upfront?" He sent several more messages later. "Nora, Chloe is your sister now. We're a family, don't say such ugly things." "We're doing all of this for your own good, why don't you understand?" I didn't reply to a single one. By evening, I started feeling unwell. Waves of nausea hit me, and my body felt like it was submerged in ice water. Just then, the door to the room was pushed open aggressively. My parents and Ethan walked in, followed by Chloe, whose eyes were swollen and red. Ethan shoved his phone into my face. On the screen was the exact message I had sent that morning. "Nora, what is the meaning of this?" My dad's face was stern: "Do you know Chloe has been crying all afternoon?" "She's pouring her heart out trying to save you, and you constantly attack her with these vicious comments!" I leaned against the headboard, my back drenched in a cold sweat. "She cried all afternoon." I managed a weak smile. "And what about me? I'm lying here waiting to die, has anyone bothered to ask how I am?" My mom's eyes reddened, but her words were like daggers: "Nora, when did you become so bitter?" "Chloe is saving your life! You'd be dead without her!" "Biting the hand that feeds you... you're an embarrassment to the Davis family!" Chloe sobbed on cue, hiding behind Ethan, her voice barely a whisper: "Nora, I know you don't like me... but I really just want to save you!" "If you don't want to see me, I... I can just leave." Don't like her? I stared at her pitiful, innocent face, and suddenly I laughed. In my past life, I adored her. I even pushed Ethan to go take care of her. But the final delay of the procedure didn't happen until after my myeloablative conditioning was complete. If it had happened before the conditioning, I still would have had a chance to find another match. But once the conditioning was done, I had at most seven days to live. The utter despair of lying in a hospital bed watching my life slip away washed over me again. I reached for the call button. But Ethan grabbed my hand before I could press it. "Starting today, we're cutting off her painkillers." He looked at me, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "You like calling the cops? You like causing trouble?" "We've spoiled you too much!" "The surgery is soon anyway. You can just deal with it for a few days." "If we don't let you suffer a bit so you learn your lesson, you'll never appreciate how good Chloe is to you!" A sharp, piercing pain ripped through my chest. The immune system of a leukemia patient is already fragile. Removing pain management would cause the risk of infection to skyrocket. Before, if I even looked slightly uncomfortable, he would rush to get the doctor to ask if I needed painkillers. Now, when I was in so much pain I felt like I was drowning, he cut off my medication just for Chloe's sake. I turned to look at my parents. They exchanged a glance, hesitating for a moment. Chloe covered her mouth and started crying again, tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault, I keep making Nora angry. I shouldn't even be here." "I'll leave right now, so I don't upset her anymore. Please don't fight because of me." My mom immediately relented, gritting her teeth. "Chloe, you did nothing wrong! Ethan is right! She needs to learn a lesson!" With that, they turned and left, taking Chloe with them without a backward glance. By evening, the attending physician had heard about the online drama. When he came in for rounds, he rolled his eyes so hard I thought they'd get stuck. He took my temperature roughly and his words were harsh: "Some people are about to die, and they still want to stir up drama!" "I'd say she deserves this illness! She hasn't suffered enough!" As he walked out the door, his conversation with the nurse drifted in: "That's her! Someone volunteers to donate bone marrow, and she calls the cops claiming they're trying to murder her for her money!" "Ugh, she must have a persecution complex. If you ask me, they shouldn't even bother saving her!" I gripped the edge of my blanket tightly, my nails digging into my palms. Just then, the hospital notified me that I was cleared to begin the pre-transplant evaluation. A second later, Ethan walked in, his face dark. "No. Chloe suddenly spiked a fever. The extraction has to be delayed." My blood ran cold. It was happening exactly the same way. In my past life, Ethan also said she had a "fever," "anemia," or "was in a bad mood." Once, twice... seven delays. Until I died in that hospital bed. Ethan turned to me, his tone filled with intense irritation. "This is all because of your attitude today! Chloe is so upset she got sick!" "She's such a kind soul, how is she supposed to handle your malicious accusations?" "You're becoming increasingly unreasonable! It's actually disgusting!" He pulled out a document and slammed it down in front of me. "Sign it. A Voluntary Deferment Agreement." "When Chloe feels better, we'll schedule the surgery." "I won't sign it." He glared at me and tried to physically grab my medical chart and ID. I was thrown to the floor in the struggle. A flash of panic crossed his eyes. He quickly picked me up and put me back on the bed. "Nora, be good. Stop fighting it. Everyone is just trying to do what's best for you." His tone was as gentle as it used to be before Chloe showed up. But in my past life, he used this exact same tone to discuss my funeral arrangements. After he left, I locked the door and dialed that number. "I just finalized everything. We'll arrange a transfer the day after tomorrow, and proceed directly to surgery." "Okay." After hanging up, my heart finally settled. But the next day, Chloe suddenly announced she was feeling better and ready to prepare for the surgery. The plan was to finish the pre-op evaluation today, and begin the myeloablative conditioning tomorrow. Once the conditioning started, my life would be on a countdown. Yet my parents and Ethan showed no concern, nor did they have any intention of discussing it with me. That afternoon, orderlies and nurses filed into the room, preparing to wheel my bed toward the transplant isolation unit. "I'm not going!" I grabbed the edge of the bed frame desperately. Ethan smiled warmly, but his grip on my arm didn't loosen: "Nora, Chloe is already prepping for the extraction! Stop being a brat!" Chloe stood by the door, tears welling in her eyes. "Nora, I've already had the mobilization injections. If you back out now..." "I'm not doing it." My dad's face darkened, "This isn't up to you!" Several orderlies stepped forward to restrain me. In the struggle, my IV pole crashed heavily onto the floor. Chloe quickly ducked behind Ethan, tears streaming down her face. "Nora, I'm sacrificing my body to save you. Why do you have to trample on my good intentions like this?" "Even if you hate me, you can't just throw your life away!" My mom hugged her protectively, turning to shoot me a venomous glare. "Nora Davis, do you know how much Chloe has suffered for you?! When are you going to stop this nonsense?" "Don't worry, Chloe," my dad said, using a tone of parental warmth I had never heard directed at me. "You go focus on the surgery. I will transfer 50% of the company's shares to your name." "If you save Nora, you are the savior of the Davis family. The Davis family will never mistreat you." Chloe's eyes sparkled, though she feigned reluctance. "Mr. Davis, I couldn't possibly... I want to save Nora, but not for the money." My mom tearfully squeezed her hand. "Sweetheart, you deserve it. You are our family's lucky charm." Listening to them, my stomach churned violently. The orderlies pinned my arms and legs down. Ethan coldly dropped three words. "Strap her down." The restraint straps tightened around my wrists and ankles, biting into my skin. My phone slipped from under the blankets. Amid the chaos, I managed to dial that number. A second later, Ethan snatched the phone away. "Nora, you'd rather trust an outsider than us?" He forcefully ended the call and threw the phone into the trash can. "What do you think he can possibly do today?" I stared at him, articulating every word clearly: "Once the conditioning starts, I have at most seven days to live!" "If she backs out, I will be lying there waiting to die!" "Have any of you even considered that?!"
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