Reborn: Deal with the "Innocent" Teacher

"Jasmine! Ethan's having a heart attack, and I accidentally gave him the wrong medicine—what do I do?"

I was sorting through files in her office when I saw her half-drag Ethan's limp body inside. Sweat had beaded across her forehead, and she looked at me with pleading eyes.

I cut her off, stepped forward, and supported Ethan's body to prevent further injury. "You call his parents. I'll start emergency measures."

She dropped to her knees and grabbed my ankle, begging me desperately. "Jasmine, please—don't call his parents. I just started here; I'll get fired. Help me find more medicine to wake Ethan up."

I shrugged off her grip and shoved her out the door.

In my previous life, it had been Yvonne Keller who had given the wrong medicine to Ethan during an episode, accelerating his cardiac failure until he collapsed unconscious. I had told her to call an ambulance and notify his parents, but she froze, afraid of losing her job.

By the time I finished calling the parents and came back, she was still standing there. I called an ambulance immediately, but it was too late. The hospital was directly across from the school; Ethan could have been saved, but he died for nothing. Also, many of the children developed traumatic fears and stopped coming to school.

I looked down at Ethan's lips, already drained of color, and felt my hands tremble. Relying on memories from that past life, I opened the teacher's medicine box. In my previous panic, I had somehow forgotten the emergency drugs.

I pulled open the drawer; a jumble of scattered medicines met my eyes, and I could hardly tell one from another. My heartbeat sped up, and my breath came short. I dashed to my office to fetch the emergency kit. As soon as I had it, I shoved the appropriate medication into Ethan's mouth, and his breathing slowly returned. I phoned the hospital and asked them to come and take him for gastric lavage.

While we waited, Ethan's temperature spiked. I used a towel to try to cool him, but the fever kept coming back. I had no choice but to carry him to the school gate to save time. I was slight and weak and still holding the medicine box; after only a few steps, my arms burned, and I nearly stumbled several times.

We reached the gate just as the ambulance arrived. I hurried Ethan onto the stretcher and finally let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. The paramedics worked on him while Yvonne grabbed my fiance, Brian Chapman, and hurriedly climbed into the ambulance with them.

Ethan was taken inside for emergency treatment; the three of us stood outside the door waiting. My tension finally eased a fraction, and I leaned against the wall to steady myself.

Yvonne's face was frantic, her eyes full of worry as she stared toward the operating room. Then she stormed up to me, furious. "Jasmine, if you'd listened and shoved every medicine in the box into Ethan sooner, one of them might have worked. Because of you, he's unconscious—you owe his parents an explanation."

I scooped up the water I'd been holding and splashed it into her face, then slapped her hard. She clutched her cheek and screamed, tears of grievance filling her eyes. "Jasmine, you can't shut me up just because you're a senior teacher!"