Where My Pulse Ended
After my rebirth, the very first thing I did was ride from one blood donation van to another, giving blood until I nearly collapsed.
Why? Because in my previous life, my fiancé's newly hired intern, Shirley Lynch, had bound herself to a blood-exchange system. Every milliliter she donated was siphoned directly from my own veins.
In just a month, she transformed from an ordinary college girl into the nation's beloved Blood Angel, showered with fame and fortune, while I, suffering from severe anemia, was fired from the hospital for being unable to work.
When I exposed her scheme to my fiancé, he looked at me with disgust and broke off our engagement.
"You're selfish and cowardly," he sneered. "You refuse to donate your rare blood type, and now you slander Shirley? You call yourself a doctor, yet you believe in such ridiculous nonsense!"
From then on, every time Shirley donated blood, I would suffer heart palpitations, dizziness, and sometimes collapse outright.
I begged the doctors in my department for help, but my fiancé blocked every attempt, accusing me of jealousy and wasting medical resources.
In the end, to steal my promotion ahead of schedule, Shirley donated a full 1000 milliliters of blood live on television. As her blood drained, so did mine. I went into shock and died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Shirley first claimed she carried my rare blood type.