Let Them All Burn
On the flight to the World Healthcare Competition, the lead professor had been checking the samples of the experimental drugs for the competition.
When he got to Sabrina, the junior member of the team, she blinked innocently and said. "I replaced all the samples with highly toxic reagents. I wanted to test everyone's emergency response in unexpected situations.
"Not just ours, though. I secretly swapped the other teams' samples, too."
In my previous life, I immediately contacted airport security and forced all flights to be grounded, narrowly preventing a global medical disaster. Sabrina was arrested for deploying hazardous substances, missed the finals, and became a pariah in the medical world after that.
At the celebration banquet, my boyfriend, the lead surgeon, locked me inside a negative-110-degree freezer.
He looked at me with cold, unfeeling eyes as he said, "Sabrina was just joking. You could've quietly switched the samples back. If you hadn't called the police, she wouldn't have been ruined, and she wouldn't have slit her wrists in prison.
"You should experience the cold and despair she felt before death."
They pressed the cooling switch, and so my blood congealed as I suffocated in agony in the extreme cold.
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When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the flight. Sabrina was cupping her face, looking at the lead professor with bright anticipation.
I quietly put on my eye mask and said nothing. I wasn't going to stop her this time. Instead, I would let the entire team die from the poison together.