She Jumps Then Wakes Unhurt While Her Family Bleeds Ten Times Worse Chapter 10

She Jumps Then Wakes Unhurt While Her Family Bleeds Ten Times Worse Chapter 10

A steady alarm filled the room. 

The lines on the monitors were going flat. 

All four of them stared at me. Not with fear 

anymore. With regret. 

Tears of blood streamed from William’s eyes. His fingers trembled for a long time before he barely managed to lift them, pointing at me. 

Margaret’s mouth opened and closed, but no 

sound came out. 

I could read her lips. “Elowen… I’m sorry.” 

Nathan and Callum could no longer even lift their fingers. Only their eyes remained, wet and staring 

at me. 

I stood at the foot of the bed, unzipped my canvas 

bag, and pulled out a worn sheet of paper. 

It was a treatment waiver and an organ donation 

consent form. 

A bright red fingerprint stained the bottom corner. 

Back then, Nathan had grabbed my wrist. William. 

had pried my fingers open, one by one, forcing 

them down onto it. 

I walked to the center of the four hospital beds. 

holding that paper. 

The moment they saw it, all the pleading in their 

eyes disappeared. Only despair. 

“You always wanted this, didn’t you?” 

I held the paper up in front of them. 

“You gave birth to me. You raised me. So my life. 

belongs to you.” 

“That’s what you meant, right?” 

I set the paper on William’s chest. 

“This body has already paid what it owed you. And 

I’ve taken enough in return.” 

I picked it up again and tore it in half. Then I tore 

the pieces again and again. 

Shreds drifted through the air and landed on their 

faces. 

White paper, red tears, smeared across them. 

I turned and pushed open the door of the intensive 

care unit. 

At the end of the corridor, the window was wide 

open. Sunlight spilled across the floor. 

I walked forward through the light. 

Behind me, four alarms went off at once. 

Doctors and nurses rushed past me, the wind 

from their white coats brushing against my arm. 

“Brain death! All four patients.” 

“Start CPR!” 

“It’s not working. No pulse!” 

“But the EEG is still spiking. That makes no 

sense!” 

“Forget it. Give epinephrine!” 

They weren’t fully dead yet. 

The ventilators were still running. Their hearts. 

were still beating. 

But their pain receptors were fully awake. 

Tenfold rebound pain would continue burning 

through them until these bodies finally rotted 

away completely. 

Maisie ended up to Fairview Psychiatric Center. 

“Don’t take my bone marrow! It hurts! Help me!” 

Every day she rolled on the floor of her ward. 

screaming. 

“She’s having another episode. Sedate her.” A 

nurse pinned her arms down.. 

“That won’t help. Her vitals are normal. She says 

she’s in pain,” the doctor said flatly. 

That kind of pain that didn’t actually exist would 

stay with her for the rest of her life. 

I walked out of the hospital gates. 

The afternoon sun was bright enough to make me 

squint. 

I lowered my head and looked at my left palm. 

Where I had crushed glass during the car accident. 

a faint, thin scar remained. It hadn’t healed. 

I pressed it with my nail. 

It hurt. Just a little, but it was real. 

I paused for a moment, then smiled. 

The rebound was gone. So was the self–healing. 

So was the immunity. 

Bruises would linger. Cuts would bleed. 

I clenched my fist, holding that faint pain in my 

palm. And I didn’t look back. 

A breeze brushed past me, lifting my collar. 

It wasn’t like the wind on the rooftop. 

This time, it felt warm.