It was right after freshman orientation health screenings. During military-style drill practice (a classic hazing ritual for college freshmen), a girl from my class, Chloe, ran onto the field and dropped to her knees in front of the entire student body. She was sobbing, clinging to my leg. "My dad has the same rare blood type as you—RH-negative! Please, you have to save him! He has aplastic anemia and needs a transfusion right now!" Then came the kicker. "If you save him... I’ll do anything. We can go to a hotel tonight!" I was horrified and immediately shut down the "hotel" talk. But, being a decent person, I eventually went to the hospital and donated blood for her father. That was my first mistake. After that, I became her dad’s personal blood bank. If I refused, she’d find a crowded spot on campus, pull out a banner, fall to her knees, and scream until I caved. I gave blood again and again until I developed severe anemia and multiple complications. Finally, I put my foot down. She flipped out. "You're a grown man! What’s a little blood? Women lose blood every month and we’re fine!" "You promised! Backing out now means you're murdering my father!" When I still refused, she went live on social media. "He said... one night with me for one pint of blood." She wept into the camera. "I gave him my innocence, over and over... and now he’s abandoning us while my father is dying..." I was socially executed. Canceled. Everyone looked at me like I was a monster. I tried to explain, but no one listened. Desperate to salvage my life, I begged her to stop. I even agreed to donate again. But Chloe wasn't done. "You donate the blood, AND you pay me $150,000 for emotional damages and 'loss of purity'!" I came from a working-class family. I didn't have $150,000. Driven to despair, I dragged her to the bridge and jumped, taking both of us into the dark water below. When I opened my eyes, I was back on the drill field. Chloe was kneeling in front of me, tears streaming down her face, starting her performance. 1 "Liam! Please save my dad!" We had just finished a grueling 5K run. Everyone was sprawled on the grass, exhausted. Suddenly, Chloe Miller burst onto the scene, dropping to her knees in front of me, wailing. "My dad is RH-negative like you! He has aplastic anemia! He needs blood now!" "If you save him... I’ll do anything. We can go to a hotel tonight!" The crowd gasped. Whispers erupted like wildfire. Everyone gathered around to watch the drama. But I just stood there, fists clenched. I was reborn. Back to the start of the nightmare. And this tearful, fragile girl in front of me was a demon who would eventually eat me alive. 2 In my last life, after the mandatory health checkups, word got out that I had "Panda Blood"—RH-negative. People asked, "What's the difference?" I’d shrug. "If you need blood, you can find it anywhere. If I need blood and can't find it, I die." Everyone would laugh awkwardly and apologize. I didn't mind. But on the second day of drills, Chloe staged her ambush. She claimed her dad would die without me. When I refused to be drained dry, she went on TikTok Live and destroyed me. "One night for one pint." "I gave him my body... and he tossed me aside..." I was furious. I tried to confront her, to tell her to be a human being. But she hid behind her screen, fueling the fire. I became a pariah. I screamed my innocence until my throat bled, but the internet mob didn't care. I still had school. I had a future. So I begged her to stop. "Blood isn't enough," she sneered. "Pay me $150,000 for my 'loss'." "I never touched you!" I screamed. "Have a conscience!" "Pay up, or I dox your parents next." Seeing her smug face, I snapped. I dragged her to the river. I choked her until she panicked, until she tried to beg. "You pushed me too far," I hissed. "So we both die." I took us over the edge. Now, opening my eyes again to her pleading face, I suppressed the urge to kick her. "Sorry," I said loudly. "I'm anemic. Can't help." 3 Chloe looked up, eyes wide, tears stuck on her lashes. "Liam, how can you be anemic? You're young and strong! My dad is dying! I know you're a good person, I heard about you..." "Stop gaslighting me," I cut her off. "I said I'm anemic. Even if your dad is dying, I can't help." "I'm sorry, I'm just desperate! I checked every hospital, there's no blood!" She covered her face and sobbed. "My mom died young... my dad raised me working construction... he hasn't even had a chance to enjoy life..." Her performance was Oscar-worthy. The crowd started softening. Someone muttered, "Donating while anemic isn't that bad, right?" I frowned, scanning the crowd. Then another voice chimed in. "Yeah, you just get dizzy for a bit. Eat some steak, you'll be fine." "Liam, it's a life. You should help." It was a girl from my dorm building. I almost laughed. Before I could snap back, Chloe crawled forward and hugged my legs. "Liam, I'll pay for your supplements! Blood regenerates! I really have no choice!" "For my dad's life... I'll give myself to you! I'll do anything..." The crowd went wild. Some "white knight" guys stepped up. "Are you a man or not? It's just a little blood! We'll buy you iron pills!" "Look at her! She's desperate! If I had Panda Blood, I'd drain myself dry for her!" I laughed coldly. "Oh really? You're so generous. How many times have you donated? Show me your card." "There are millions of people needing regular blood types. How many have you saved?" "Don't be generous with my blood. Drain yourself dry first, then talk to me." The guy shut up, shrinking back. I pulled my leg out of Chloe's grip. "Aplastic anemia requires long-term transfusions. It's not a one-time fix." "You need to find a blood bank or a long-term donor contract. Otherwise, he's dead anyway." Chloe cried harder. "There aren't enough RH-negative people!" "So what?" I asked. "You want to use me as a human blood bag? While I'm anemic? That's not saving a life, that's trading one. Is your dad's life worth more than mine?" "I have school. I need my health. I'm not a saint, I'm a college student." "If it was a one-time emergency, sure. I'd do it even if I passed out. But your dad needs liters, constantly. Do you understand?" I wasn't talking to Chloe. She was a demon; she didn't care. I was educating the crowd so they'd stop the moral kidnapping. It worked. Students started Googling the disease. Murmurs of agreement spread. I scoffed internally and turned to leave. Chloe chased after me. "Liam! If I find more donors, will you join them to save my dad?" I stopped. I turned slowly. "More donors? You sure?" Chloe’s eyes darted away. I caught the flicker of guilt. "I... I'll try my best," she stammered. "Please don't say no." I glared at her and walked away. RH-negative blood is incredibly rare. Finding a group of donors in a few days? Impossible. But less than two weeks later, she somehow found five of them. 4 Chloe took a leave of absence during drills. I thought she gave up. Ten days later, she burst into my lecture hall. She grabbed my arm. "Liam! I traveled across the country! I found five donors! Will you join the team and save my dad?" The class was shocked. Where did she find them? Chloe sobbed that she visited hundreds of hospitals to find their contact info. She dropped to her knees again. "Liam, six people is enough! Please!" She started kowtowing on the classroom floor. "Without you, my dad dies!" The class started pressuring me again. "Just do it, man. It's good karma." I gritted my teeth. There was definitely a trap. Someone with aplastic anemia needs matched blood, not just any RH-negative blood. And finding five random donors willing to commit? In ten days? But I couldn't refuse outright without looking like a monster. "Where are they?" I asked. "Take me to see them." "Who?" "The donors." Chloe jumped up, leading me to the athletic field. It was break time; the field was packed. She was using the crowd again. Five middle-aged men walked over. One of them tried to hand me a blood test report before I even said anything. I frowned. "Why show me this? You're not donating to me. I don't care about your blood type." The man turned red and coughed. Chloe jumped in. "Liam, they're all RH-negative. As long as you agree..." "Stop." I raised my voice so everyone could hear. "Stop with the 'give myself to you' garbage. First, I'm not that kind of guy. Second, I'm not interested in you. Third, have some self-respect. It's pathetic." The students stared. Some gave me a thumbs up. Chloe's face twisted. She stammered, "I just didn't want you to feel like you were getting nothing..." "If it's too easy to get, it's probably a scam," I said coldly. "And I don't want it." I stared into her eyes. She looked away, panicking. "So... can we save my dad now?" "Not so fast. I haven't seen the blood tests. I need to watch them get tested. I need to verify they really are RH-negative." Chloe broke down instantly. "We can't wait! My dad will die!" She threw herself on the ground again, screaming. "Every day is critical! I worked so hard to find five people! We can save him easily! Please!" "Liam, tell me what you want! I'll do anything!" She was good at this. A crowd gathered. "Last time you said there weren't enough people. Now she found them, and you're stalling? Are you human?" "Yeah, hypocrite. Just say you don't care because it's not your dad." I laughed in anger. "Are you guys brain dead?"
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