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“Hey, with injuries like that, why aren’t you seeing a doctor?”
A stranger’s voice snapped me back to reality.
I gave myself a quick pinch, making sure I wasn’t dreaming, then let out a breath of relief. Whether this was a do–over or just a sneak peek of what was to come, I wasn’t sure.
But one thing was for sure: I wasn’t going to play the martyr this time.
Last time, this delivery guy was badly hurt but couldn’t scrape together a single penny for his hospital registration.
I felt sorry for him, so I coughed up the small fee.
What I didn’t see coming was that he’d take it all for granted and leave me to pick up the
entire tab.
He said, “Why’d you even pay for my registration? I never needed saving in the first place.” But he’d been lying in the hospital for days, blood soaking through his clothes.
If he didn’t get help, things would only go downhill.
The guy wouldn’t listen and blamed me for everything..
He figured if I hadn’t paid for the registration, he wouldn’t have been stuck with those sky–high bills.
So he somehow dug up my address from the delivery group, showed up at my place with a
knife, and killed me.
Thank God everything reset.
Ethan Cole, the delivery guy, managed a weak smile and said to the stranger, “My phone broke, and I don’t have any cash. I’m just waiting on my buddy to send me some money.”
“Well, you’d better get a move on. If you don’t get that leg checked soon, it could be game
over for it.”
The stranger gave him a quick once–over, then quickly walked off.
Ethan was left there, looking both pained and confused.
Last time, I heard those exact words and, feeling sorry, ended up using his ID to cover his
registration.
I didn’t want him to lose his ability to work.
Ethan caught the look in my eyes, and when our gazes locked, his face was full of desperation.
Among all the people around, I was the one he turned to for help.
Guess he figured I was an easy target.
But he picked the wrong person this time.
