I Saved Her Life, She Took Mine
The moment I discover I'm pregnant, Courtney Smith, the leukemia patient I saved three years ago, turns up on my doorstep once again.
She claims that her leukemia has relapsed again, so she wants me to abort my baby in order to save her life again.
But I'm pregnant with my deceased police husband's baby. So, I tell her that I can only donate my bone marrow to her once I've given birth to my baby.
After hearing my answer, not only do Courtney and her family not feel any gratitude toward me, but they also berate me for not helping them out till the end.
"You can still have another baby once you lose this one! But if your pregnancy affects my illness in any way, will you be able to take responsibility over this?"
Then, the Smiths abduct me to a shady hospital, where they forcibly put me through an abortion and remove my bone marrow.
While their operation is a success, my baby and I end up dying on the surgical table.
As they gaze at our corpses, the Smiths' faces are plastered with icy expressions.
"Don't blame us for what we did. If you were the one with leukemia, we'd still make Court donate her bone marrow to you. One's life is determined by fate. If you can't survive, that just means you're fated to die."
When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the timeframe three days before Courtney finds out about her leukemia relapse.