All Chapters of I Bled Out as My Sister Shone: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chelsea's POVI was lucky enough to survive. The doctors managed to bring me back."The patient has regained a spontaneous heartbeat. Tell her family to get to the hospital immediately!"When I opened my eyes, I saw the nurse holding my phone, making a second call to Dad.She turned on the speakerphone, and Dad's voice came through the receiver. "If she's been saved, we'll wait until the party is over. Today is her younger sister's birthday. It only happens once in a lifetime. The whole family can't just leave.""Your daughter, Chelsea Weston, just went into cardiac arrest. We need to confirm her medical history as soon as possible." The nurse was barely containing her anger as she asked, "Could you tell us what kind of coagulation disorder she has? What medication does she take regularly?"A brief silence followed on the other end of the line. Dad couldn't answer that question.I heard Mom take the phone from him and say impatiently, "Her condition isn't that serious. She was o

Chelsea's POVIn the early hours of the morning, I started feeling cold. When I pressed the call button, Mom was using my thermos to make ginger tea with honey. It was the same thermos I brought with me every time I went for an IV infusion. There was a name label stuck to the bottom. But Mom had peeled it off, saying Yara would only be using it for one night.Now the thermos sat on Yara's bedside table, with half a cup of ginger tea with honey still inside.The nurse entered, pushing a treatment trolley. She checked my wristband. "Chelsea, your hemostatic medication needs to be administered in four separate infusions. You had a severe allergic reaction last night. Does your family know what you're allergic to?"Mom looked up at her and said, "She isn't allergic to anything.""Her medical records state that she's allergic to dextran.""Really?" Mom looked at me and asked, "When did you develop an allergy?"I was 12 then. The last time I received an IV infusion, rashes broke out

Chelsea's POVDad saw the application form and immediately snatched it away. He asked, "She lives in this city. Why does she need to stay at school?"Ms. Garcia didn't argue with him. She simply placed Natara's assessment on the table.She explained, "Chelsea will need consistent care while recovering. The school can arrange a temporary room next to the infirmary, and I'm willing to serve as her on-campus contact, but the decision has to be made with her consent."Everyone turned to look at me. Mom's expression softened. She walked over to my bed and gently straightened the edge of my blanket. "Chelly, I know you've suffered a lot. When Yara finishes her training, I'll come back and stay with you. Let's not take this issue to the school just yet, all right?"She hadn't called me that in six months.The next second, Yara clutched her chest and said she couldn't breathe. Mom immediately let go of my blanket, turned around, and reached for Yara's inhaler. I picked up the pen and

Chelsea's POV"Check your temperature at midnight and again at 3:00 am. If you notice any signs of bleeding, press the call button by your bed. Don't try to tough it out on your own." On the day I was discharged, Dr. Zeller from the school infirmary clipped an observation chart to the foot of my bed and circled it twice in red pen.The medical dormitory had only four beds. All the students staying there temporarily needed some form of medical care. My bed was at the far end of the room. A label with my name and medication restrictions was stuck to the cabinet door. The words "dextran allergy" had been printed in bold.At 11:50 pm, I was still working on my exercises when Ms. Jones, the on-duty teacher, knocked and came in, holding a digital thermometer."It's not midnight yet, is it?" I asked."Let's take it now, so I won't forget if I get busy later." She glanced at my water bottle. "Have you drunk enough water today? At least 6 cups?"I nodded and handed her my record book. A

Chelsea's POVBetween the ages of 14 and 17, all that remained were school medical exams and two emergency room records.Mom sat on the other side of the table, trying to explain, "Her health was quite good after that. She hardly ever bled, so we stopped taking her to the hospital."The hematologist flipped through the test results. "Hemophilia doesn't simply disappear because there's no visible bleeding. There are signs of old bleeding in her joint cavities. It must have happened repeatedly, at least five times."Mom immediately turned to look at me. "Why didn't you tell us your knees were hurting?"I opened the old messages on my phone. In September, two years ago, I had told her that my knees were swollen and that I wanted to go to the hospital. But Mom had replied, "Yara has a competition tomorrow. I don't have time. Just put a bandage or something."In March last year, I had a nosebleed in the middle of the night that would not stop, so I called Dad. He replied with a voic