The Medical Genius Without a Heart
My sister-in-law is eight months pregnant. One day, she gets pushed to the ground and starts bleeding heavily. She's then taken to the hospital right away.
As I drive by, I quickly roll up the window and pretend not to notice. I step on the accelerator and speed away.
In my past life, though, things were different. The moment I saw her collapse, I sprang into action and took her to the hospital without delay.
She was in critical condition. After the heavy bleeding, she developed amniotic fluid embolism.
My husband was the city's top obstetrician. Thus, I called him urgently, pleading for him to come straight to the hospital. However, he accused me of jealousy. He was having dinner with his first love's family, after all.
He claimed that I was exploiting my sister-in-law's accident to force him to come back.
By the time my in-laws arrived, my sister-in-law had already succumbed to the amniotic fluid embolism.
Her family blamed me for her death, convinced I had stirred trouble with my husband and brought about her demise.
Having just returned from out of town, my brother-in-law believed their accusations without question. Overcome with grief, he stabbed me to death at the funeral.
Opening my eyes again, I realize I'd been transported back to the very day my sister-in-law was knocked down.