Semua Bab Fainting on Purpose? No, I'm Just Dying: Bab 1 - Bab 8

A suffocating, near-death sensation suddenly seized me, and everything went black as I collapsed onto the donation table.The needle was yanked sideways, and the blood began to flow back.Ms. Ritter shoved me hard and impatiently pulled out the needle."I'm drawing your blood—can you just stay still? Now I have to stick the needle in all over again!"When I didn't respond, a flicker of disgust crossed her eyes. She pinched the needle and jabbed it viciously into my arm."Oh dear, it went in crooked. You don't mind, do you?"Ms. Ritter deliberately botched the insertion several more times, stopping only when my arm was black and blue.However, I could no longer feel the pain.Without even lifting her head, she swapped out the blood bag and muttered, "Fine, I give you credit for putting up with it. But you have no sense of collective spirit at all. You fake being sick and fainting just to get out of donating blood."It's only 400 milliliters—what's the big deal? Everyone else do

Upon hearing this, Mr. Poole gently tried to persuade Dad."Mr. Bradshaw, blood donation should be voluntary. If your son really doesn't want to do it, just let him be."With that, he turned and left.Dad glanced down at my body, the rage burning in his chest flaring even hotter."Still won't get up, huh? Fine, you can just lie there on the floor while the blood is drawn. Ms. Ritter, go ahead and draw his blood. When it's done, ignore him. If he wants to lie there, let him. Don't let him hold up the other students waiting in line."After saying this, Dad refused to spare me another glance and walked away without looking back.Ms. Ritter picked up the needle and the blood bag. Then, she jammed it ruthlessly into my vein and didn't stop until a full 400 milliliters had been drawn.When it was over, she kicked me and said, "Get up. There's no point in pretending after all the blood's been drawn. Besides, Mr. Bradshaw isn't even here anymore, so there's no audience left for your lit

The office fell silent for a moment.Ms. Ritter quietly spoke up from the side."Mr. Bradshaw, don't believe them. Ronnie must've gotten someone to put on an act. He's just trying to force you to back down."Hearing this, Dad seemed to find his footing again and let out a cold snort."Ronnie has really outdone himself this time. He actually got someone to pose as a police officer just to trick me."Ms. Ritter chimed in again. "Mr. Bradshaw, Ronnie has truly gone too far this time. If word of this gets out, it would be such a terrible influence."She glanced at the two police officers and added, "But these two are dressed quite convincingly. I wonder how much Ronnie paid them."Dad's expression darkened even more at that. He looked the officers up and down, his voice turning ice cold."Where's Ronnie hiding right now? Did he send you here to trick me? Do you know that it's against the law to impersonate a police officer?"The two police officers helplessly exchanged a glance.

The three of them stood up at the same time.The door to the hospital room was pushed open.Ms. Ritter was curled up on the bed, the blanket pulled all the way up to her chin, revealing only a pair of eyes.The moment she saw the two police officers and Dad walk in, she immediately covered her head with her hands and put on a pained expression."My head hurts so much. I don't remember anything. All of you, get out!"Dad stepped forward and yanked the blanket off her."How much blood did you draw from Ronnie?"Ms. Ritter squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head wildly."I don't know anything. Don't ask me."The police officer spoke up as well. "Ms. Ritter, we need you to cooperate with the investigation."Ms. Ritter cut him off, a tearful catch in her voice. "I can't remember anything at all! Stop pressuring me! My head really hurts!"Mom walked over to the bedside and, under Ms. Ritter's shocked and bewildered gaze, picked up the vase from the nightstand. She then hurled it