My Family Saved Their Adopted Daughter First, Then I Died Before Their Eyes Chapter 02

My Family Saved Their Adopted Daughter First, Then I Died Before Their Eyes Chapter 02

“Private observation room.” The nurse pointed toward the other end of the hallway.

Laura let out a breath of relief and immediately turned to leave.

I slipped off the chair, my knees slamming hard against the tile, and finally managed to grab the heel of her shoe.

She yanked her foot back.

The moment she looked down and realized it was me, her brows pulled together.

“Claire, let go.”

She looked at the blood smeared across her shoe, her voice growing even more impatient.

“Ethan said you were causing a scene in the ER. I thought he was exaggerating. This is a hospital, not a place to settle family issues. Spreading red liquid all over the floor is only going to get him dragged into an internal review.”

I looked up at her, my vision already blurring.

“It’s not… paint… It’s blood…”

“That’s enough.” She cut me off. “If you’re angry because Lily was brought in first, we can talk about it when we get home. Don’t block the ER hallway just to force us to deal with you. Your father was just up on that steel structure carrying out a rescue, and Lily was in the accident too, yet you expect everyone to deal with you first. You’re an adult now. You should at least know better than to bring family drama into the workplace.”

The same excuse again.

When I was ten, my fever hit 103°F, but Lily said she was afraid of the dark, so Mom and Dad stayed with her all night and left fever medicine outside my door.

When I was sixteen, I ranked first in my grade, but Lily locked herself in her room crying because she had failed math.

Ethan put away my certificate and said it wasn’t a good night to celebrate.

Two weeks ago, I came home carrying the report that confirmed my clotting disorder.

But Lily cut her finger while slicing fruit.

Dad knocked over the coffee table searching for the first-aid kit.

Mom wrapped her arms around Lily while Ethan bandaged her finger.

I stood in the living room holding my report, and no one even asked why I had gone to the hospital.

When no one was looking, Lily pulled the report from my hand and shoved it under the uneven leg of the table.

She mouthed, “You lost again.”

In this family, my life had never mattered as much as one of Lily’s tears.

When Laura saw that I had stopped speaking, nothing but impatience remained in her voice.

“If you want to lie here, then lie here. Just don’t block the hallway. I don’t have time for this right now.”

She walked into the observation area, and the door shut in front of me.

At last, my fingers found the copy of my diagnosis report in my pocket.

I had barely managed to clench it in my hand when everything went completely dark.

“Move!”

Noah Carter, a resident physician, rushed down the hallway carrying a stack of charts and stepped straight into the pool of blood.

He looked down once, immediately dropped the charts, and knelt beside me.

“This isn’t paint. Call the trauma team, now!”

He pulled back my coat, saw the penetrating wound, and shouted toward the nurses’ station.

“Get a trauma bed over here! She’s in hemorrhagic shock. Alert the OR and the blood bank!”