How Can I Kill Them with My Broken Arm?

The moment they carried out my sentence, only one thought filled my mind.I was innocent.My name was Vera Stanton. I was 34 years old, chief of obstetrics and gynecology at the state Women & Infants Hospital, and a candidate for deputy director.I had gone ten consecutive years without a single complication in the delivery room. Even my fiancé was recognized as the top surgeon in the entire hospital.Everyone said I was blessed. I had it all… career, love and a bright future.I believed that too. I thought my life was charmed.None of that mattered now. My perfect life was over.I had not made a surgical error. The patient was already dead by the time I arrived.Still, no one believed me.They had witnesses, physical evidence and surveillance footage. Every piece of it pointed at me.The investigation determined that I had administered a lethal overdose of anesthesia, and my fingerprints were somehow on the syringe. Even security cameras showed me entering the operating room

I glanced up at the clock. It was 9:49 pm, three minutes until the falsified time of death that Cole had fabricated for the patient.In my last life, I had been walking into the operating room at this exact moment, captured perfectly on the surveillance footage. Combined with the fingerprint evidence Cole had planted, I never stood a chance.This time, I was in a treatment room. Two police officers, three medical staff, and seven security cameras could all confirm exactly where I was."Sign here," the nurse said, handing me the hospital admission form.I stole a glance at the clock on the wall. It read 9:52 pm, the precise moment Cole had fabricated as the patient's time of death in my last life.I signed my name and submitted the form. The timestamp read 9:52 pm.It was done. At the exact minute the patient died, I was in the treatment room with surveillance footage, medical records and a full staff of witnesses documenting every second.Cole could talk until he lost his voice

Screaming, cursing and voices trying to break up the chaos all blended into one roar. The room had erupted into pandemonium and every pair of eyes was fixed on me like I was some kind of irredeemable criminal.I pressed my right arm against my body and leaned into the wall, shaking from the pain. The patient's husband was still all worked up and drawing his leg back to kick me again."That's enough!"The detective finally intervened, stepping between us and pushing the family back."This patient fractured her right arm at 9:26 pm and was having the fracture set in the treatment room at 9:52 pm. X-rays, surveillance footage and staff signatures are all accounted for. There is no way she was in an operating room causing someone's death at the same time."The room went silent in an instant.Cole's face drained of color, while Nina had gone completely rigid, frozen in place.The silence was so total that the only sound left was the steady drip of an IV line.Cole looked like he was

I stared at the ceiling and started thinking about what came next.Cole and Nina were not getting out of this. The chain of evidence had already fallen apart, and they had no time to patch it up, if patching was even possible. The moment the medical examiner's autopsy report came in, the truth would be impossible to bury.However, was that enough?It was not.In my last life, I had been sentenced to death. My parents had been driven to jump off a building. My name had been dragged through the mud until every person in the state knew the hospital had employed a killer.Even if the truth came out now, who was going to apologize to me? Who was going to give me my parents back?Cole was not going to prison just for a medical incident. He had fabricated evidence, tampered with surveillance footage and committed perjury. Every single one of those was a criminal offense.Nina was not going to get off with just having her license revoked, either. She had administered the anesthetic with

The nurse kept talking while she changed my bandage, not even trying to hide her satisfaction."He always acted so high and mighty around the department. It turns out this is the kind of person he really is."I said nothing.Cole had been detained and so had Nina, but this was far from over.The real surprise came on the fourth day.That afternoon, an uninvited guest appeared in my hospital room. It was Raymond Calder, the director of the hospital.His hair was streaked with gray and he wore gold-rimmed glasses. He walked in carrying a fruit basket with a warm smile already in place."Vera, how are you recovering?"I looked at him and did not respond.In my last life, this man had been the first to issue a public statement after everything happened.He told the press that my conduct was an isolated case of personal misconduct, that the hospital maintained strict management protocols, and that they would cooperate fully with the investigation. He had scrubbed his own hands spo