Blurb：
After rebirth, I race against time to donate blood before Shirley Lynch can steal my life force through her blood-exchange system. My fiancé Hank Carter mocks my sudden change, unaware I’m reliving my tragic death. As Shirley Lynch flaunts her donor keepsake, I remember Derrick Wallace’s warnings and the hospital’s betrayal. This time, I’ll expose the Blood Angel’s secret and reclaim my rare Rh-negative blood before Hank Carter’s disbelief destroys me again.
Content：
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.
Chapter 1
“Young folks always go big, starting out by giving half a liter of blood…”
Derrick Wallace’s voice from the next table cut through the air, snapping me back to reality just as the room started to spin, and I nearly face-planted into my lunch.
However, that made no sense. I had just polished off a meal, so there was no way I was crashing from low blood sugar.
It was not until Shirley Lynch strolled by, flaunting her blood donor keepsake with that signature grin, that it hit me.
I was living my life over again.
Back in my previous life, Shirley boasted about her rare blood type, Rh-negative, and how she wanted to save the world one pint at a time. However, every drop she gave seemed to drain straight out of me.
Then, there I was, ghostly pale, overhearing Shirley plotting her next heroic act: another round of blood donation post-lunch.
“It was just five hundred milliliters. It didn’t even tickle. I’m going back for another three hundred!”
She ignored me, but her words echoed loud and clear.
Derrick nearly choked on his surprise, coughing up a storm before he could finally grab her and try to talk some sense into her.
“Shirley, I get it, you’re fresh on the job and riding on a high, but donating blood isn’t a game. For most folks, giving four hundred milliliters in six months is pushing it!”
Another doctor chimed in, worry creasing his brow. “Seriously, don’t get swept up and wreck your health!”
However, Shirley was not having any of it. To show off her big heart, she grabbed a couple of buns and made a beeline for the blood donation center.
As she stood up, I bolted from the cafeteria.
I was not going to waste my second shot at life. I was going to beat her to the punch.
I snagged the afternoon off from the chief, worried the hospital might cap my donations. I took a cab straight to the blood donation bus parked at the mall.
With one in each corner of the square, I could hit them all before the system caught on.
I was determined to uncover whatever trick Shirley used that nearly cost me my life.
I never saw it coming. The moment I stepped onto the blood donation bus, there he was, my fiance, Hank Carter.
He spotted me, my face ghostly white as I hurried over, and he cut in line right in front of me, smirking like he knew something I did not.
He sneered and said, “I thought you were all about protecting your ‘rare blood type’. What’s got you out here?
“Don’t tell me you’re just trying to get my attention because you saw me fussing over Shirley for donating blood?”
In what felt like a previous life, Hank had completely changed his tune toward me after Shirley became his intern.
They were practically joined at the hip at the hospital, and when I dared to question it, Hank had the nerve to call me out.
“Shirley’s my intern. It’s my job to help her learn the ropes and get better at what she does. Yvette, why are you being so petty?”
Then came the blood drive. I was out with pneumonia and could not donate, which Hank took as a chance to brand me a coward.
Meanwhile, Shirley donated a whopping 600 milliliters and became the talk of the hospital.
I felt so small, like I had been wrong about her all along. I even bought her vitamins as an apology.
However, something in Shirley changed after that.
She did not stop donating blood, and every time she did, I felt like I was going to pass out. It got so bad that I started fainting during surgeries.
I had every test in the book, but they only turned up severe anemia, nothing else.
When I tried to tell Hank what I thought was going on, he twisted my words, accusing me of having it out for Shirley.
However, Shirley continued to donate more and more, and the city could not stop talking about her. Hank had trained her himself, and he would not let anyone or anything tarnish her reputation.
I was dragging myself, weak and desperate, through the hospital’s halls, pleading with the doctors to dig into the truth.
However, Hank would roll his eyes every time, saying I was making a fuss for nothing, hogging the spotlight, and he would tell the doctors to ignore me.
Shirley, with her over-the-top blood donations, had everyone raising eyebrows. To clear her name, she went live and donated a whole pint of blood, as if that was something normal to do.
While she was basking in the glow of cheers and flowers, I was bleeding out, slipping into shock, and then…
Nothing. I was gone.
After I died, Shirley stepped right into my shoes, became the head doctor in no time, and even tied the knot with Hank before the month was over.
I was going to figure out what Shirley’s game really was.
Chapter 2
I faced Hank’s sneers, fighting the icy dread inside.
I replied, “You’re reading too much into it. I’m just over pneumonia and wanted to give a little something back with a blood donation.”
Then, I shot back, “You, with your fear of blood, why aren’t you chilling in the break room instead of stirring up drama here?”
Hank went sheet-white at that.
In my previous life, I kept his faint-at-the-sight-of-blood secret all the way to my grave. I covered for him, saying he had trauma and could not do surgeries. I even pulled strings with my dad’s old contacts to keep him in the hospital, saving his reputation.
He did not have an ounce of gratitude. He teamed up with an intern and sent me to my doom.
Hank was speechless, his face beet-red.
I shoved past him and declared, “Two hundred milliliters, rare blood type, Rh-negative!”
Before the staff could even react, there she was, Shirley.
“Dr. Ferguson, I get that you’re mad about Hank and I, but you don’t need to donate blood to win his attention. That’s not love, it’s just pity,” she said, rolling up her sleeve without a care in the world.
I did not waste a second and took my place on the donation chair.
Since we were hooked up to a blood exchange system, if I drew blood from her, it would be my body taking the hit.
I was curious to see if she would end up light-headed from anemia if I started to draw my own blood.
The dark red liquid continued to pour out, but I could not take my eyes off Shirley.
Right then, a bunch of folks who had been my patients before recognized me. They were all praising me, saying I had the heart of a true healer, not just with my top-notch medical skills but also with my willingness to put myself on the line.
It was supposed to be Shirley’s turn to give blood, but I ended up snagging the limelight. She was seething with anger, yet she bit back her fury and feigned concern for me.
“Dr. Ferguson, you’re looking a bit pale. It’s great to have a big heart, but don’t push yourself too hard just to make a name for yourself.”
I just smiled lightly.
“It’s only two hundred milliliters, not like you, who gave a whopping six hundred milliliters this morning. You really can’t donate again today. If anything goes wrong, the hospital won’t be able to handle the fallout.”
I had let slip her earlier donation on purpose, hoping the staff would step in and stop her from going for round two, giving me an out.
As expected, Shirley was rattled.
However, other than that, she did not show any sign of feeling unwell.
Even when it seemed like no one was shocked that she had already donated 600 milliliters that morning, she started waving her arm, telling the staff she wanted to donate again.
“I can still donate blood. Come on, take some more from me. Dr. Ferguson has led by example. We, the younger ones, can’t back down now. Every extra milliliter we give could mean another chance for a patient to pull through.”
With that, she grabbed a syringe and began to handle it single-handedly.
I could not help but shout, “Have you lost your mind? You’ve already given blood today!
“If something goes wrong, everyone here will be in hot water. Don’t make a mess and drag everyone else into it! If you really want to help the patients, you should hit the books and brush up on your medical knowledge, not gamble with your health.”
My voice was firm and filled with conviction, but next to me, Shirley was in a frenzy to grab the spotlight.
The crowd started buzzing with chatter. Shirley glanced at Hank, hoping for some backup, but Hank, paranoid about people discovering his queasiness at the sight of blood, pretended not to notice.
As the blood bag neared the 200-milliliter mark, Shirley was cool as a cucumber. I could not stand being upstaged, especially after all the pain I had been through before.
I clenched my teeth and told the nurse to take another 200 milliliters.
However, when it was all over, I was as white as a sheet, while Shirley looked as though she had just come back from a brisk walk, with not a hint of paleness.
Some Good Samaritans helped me to a cafe nearby. I was running on fumes, so I wolfed down the bread from the donor’s goodie bag. It was not until I felt a bit better that it hit me: donating blood was a one-way street.
In other words, Shirley’s donations drained me, but mine did not touch her.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I had to keep Shirley from donating again until I figured out what was going on.
Chapter 3
With that thought, I hopped in a cab and headed straight for the hospital.
After the morning’s ordeal, I made a beeline for the IV therapy to get some much-needed energy back.
However, the more the solution dripped into my veins, the weaker I felt, until the room spun and I passed out cold.
When I came to, Derrick was there with my chart, giving me a stern talking-to.
“Doctors can’t treat themselves, you know. You’re seriously anemic. Why were you trying to outdo the kids at the blood drive? What if you’d keeled over in surgery? How would you explain that to a patient?”
His words cut deep, and I felt a sting in my heart.
In my previous life, I lost everything because I passed out from anemia right in the middle of surgery. The hospital canned me for not being up to the job, and Shirley swooped in and grabbed my whole world.
I did not even stop to fill Derrick in. I bolted up and dashed to the office to check the blood bank’s donation logs.
Just as I suspected, Shirley had gone and donated another 400 milliliters of blood at a different center right after I left.
That was why I ended up fainting with an IV in my arm.
However, what really freaked me out was seeing Shirley’s name third on the waiting list at yet another donation center.
She was still out there, lining up to give more blood.
Fuming, I called Hank immediately.
“Hank, you’d better keep your people in line. If anything goes down, you’re the supervisor. You can’t just walk away from this mess!”
I thought Hank would at least act a bit concerned, but instead, I got a sneer from the other end.
“Yvette, who’s the real problem here? Shirley donates a little more blood than you, and you can’t stand it? She’s always looked up to you, and you let her down. You’re a huge disappointment!
“I think it’s time we called off our engagement!”
I was trembling with rage and about to fire back when the room started spinning again.
I clung to my last shred of consciousness, quickly flagged Shirley’s name in the system, and synced her donation history across all the websites.
However, before I could catch my breath, Shirley’s call came in.
“Yvette Ferguson, what’s your deal? Do you have any idea how many people die every day because they can’t get my ‘rare blood type’ in time? You’re too scared to donate, so why are you trying to prevent me from donating?
“You think messing with my records is going to stop me from donating? As if!”
Shirley was freaking out on the phone, practically screaming my name for the whole world to hear.
I never thought she would catch on to my secret moves so fast. However, if she backed off, I might just dodge a bullet.
Then, she dropped a bombshell that made my blood run cold.
“Doctor, I’m upping the ante. I’m donating another six hundred milliliters!”
My mind went blank.
600 milliliters? That could kill me. The terror of almost dying hit me like a wave, and I shivered from head to toe.
“Shirley, whatever you’re doing to me, stop it. Every milliliter you give, it’s like you’re taking it right out of me. We’ve got no beef, so why are you out to get me?”
I was panting hard, my words barely a whisper from my lips. Before I could even hang up, everything went black, and I passed out.
Luckily, I was already at the hospital. They found me in time, and I lived to see another day, but I went straight into the ICU.
When I got moved to a regular room, guess who showed up?
It was Shirley, all smug, hanging onto Hank like she owned the place, pretending to care with a fake hug.
Then, she whispered in my ear and bragged, “Bet you didn’t know, I just set the city’s blood donation record. Tomorrow, the TV crew’s coming to interview me at the hospital, and I’ll be giving a grand interview live on air!
“So, Dr. Ferguson, you’ve got one day left to get your affairs in order…”
I was seething, stuck in my hospital bed, powerless.
I was swamped with despair, feeling defeated and bitter, and I could not stop the tears.
Without thinking, I reached for the antidepressants I always carried.
However, when I looked in my hand, I saw a faint red powder under the white pills.
Alarm bells went off in my head, and I called up a lab tech buddy.
Only when I saw the test results on my phone did everything click into place.
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