LOGINAfter being diagnosed with heart failure, my adopted sister, Michelle Langley, and I are both hospitalized. But there is only one spot for a heart transplant. For three whole months, Michelle and I fight for that one chance of survival. A video of me confronting my parents in the hospital corridor over their favoritism toward Michelle is posted online. Everyone sees me as selfish and vicious, claiming that I'm willing to disregard family ties just to stay alive. The day before my surgery, my older brother, Dante Stone, comes to my hospital room. He stands in the doorway, looking visibly impatient. "Michelle is just 20 years old. Her life has just started. You've been sickly since you were young. Even if you have the surgery now, how many more years can you possibly live?" Before I can say anything, Dante's phone rings. Michelle's sobs come through the phone. "Is Lia still unwilling to give up the spot?" Dante's voice softens as he patiently reassures her, "Don't be scared, okay? I'm on it. No one can steal what is yours." The first time my heart condition flares up, Dante carries me miles to the hospital. He holds my hand and vows that he will ensure I survive, even if it costs him his life. But now, looking at his familiar yet distant face, I suddenly have no desire to fight for the spot anymore. "Alright, Dante. I don't want the spot anymore."
View MoreAfter the funeral, Dad arranged for Michelle to move out of the house. He gave her a house and enough money to live on, honoring the bond formed over years of raising her.Mom rearranged my room, digging out my award certificates and boxes of medicine from the storage room. She also found the plush toy Dante had given me, one of its ears unstitched.Dante sat on the floor, clumsily sewing it back together. He suddenly remembered how, whenever I went to the hospital as a child, I would refuse to enter the examination room unless I was holding it.Yet later, they were so busy that no one even noticed I hadn't been able to bring my favorite plush toy along when I was hospitalized.Dad went through all the old photos. They depicted me from childhood to adulthood, always standing right in the center.But after Michelle joined the family, my position gradually shifted to the sidelines. At first, it was Mom holding her. Then, it was Dad standing behind her. Eventually, even Dante's gaze
Mom suddenly recalled the time I underwent my first surgery at the age of three. The doctors had warned of the high risks involved, and she held me close, weeping in the hospital corridor all night long. She repeatedly told me that she would be waiting for me outside, running alongside the gurney as I was wheeled into the operating room.Dad once set aside all his work to personally send and pick me up from school. There was a time I fainted in class, and he rushed over so frantically that he even put his shoes on the wrong way.Dante was even more fiercely protective of me from the time we were young. When my classmates mocked me for being so frail, he immediately confronted and fought them. When my condition flared up in the middle of the night, he carried me on his back to seek help, refusing to stop even after scraping his knees badly.They used to be so terrified that I might die. So, why did that fear fade away later on?Mom slumped beside the morgue freezer, sobbing so har
The cake knife slipped from Mom's hand and fell to the floor. She stared blankly at Dante.Dante's lips moved a few times before he finally spoke, "The hospital said no one has gone to claim Lia's remains."Mom froze briefly before letting out a small laugh. "That's impossible. Lia was only transferred to another hospital. She was in much worse condition when she was 18 years old, and she pulled through that time."Dad's face hardened. "It must be a scam. If something really happened to her, why would they wait so long before notifying us?"A thought suddenly struck Dante, and he hurriedly pulled out the jacket he had worn several times. The critical condition form was still in the pocket, but it was already crumpled and creased.The moment Dad saw the red warning text, he raised his voice. "Why didn't you go see the doctor?"Dante froze on the spot. "I thought she would pull through."The living room fell into absolute silence.They rushed to the hospital without changing thei
During Michelle's two-week hospital stay, no one made a serious effort to look for me. Dad had his assistant inquire about my whereabouts, but he only discovered that I had left my original room. So, Dad concluded that I had transferred to another hospital without telling the family."She's deliberately avoiding us." Dad leafed through Michelle's rehabilitation plan, his expression cold. "She thinks that by doing this, we'll feel guilty for giving up on her."However, Mom was filled with unease. "They were resuscitating her then. Could she really have transferred herself to another hospital?"Dad didn't answer.As for Dante, he stood by the window, staring at his last message to me, demanding to know why I refused to give the bracelet to Michelle.Michelle grabbed Mom's hand, her eyes reddened. "Is Lia still mad at me? If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have had to leave."Mom immediately comforted her, "This has nothing to do with you. She gave up the spot herself. Nobody forc












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