She Jumps Then Wakes Unhurt While Her Family Bleeds Ten Times Worse Chapter 01
I still remember the day they told me my bone marrow was failing. No one asked how much time I had left.
My father stopped me in the hallway outside hematology.
He only said one thing, “They found a match. Surgery’s next week.”
I was supposed to be Maisie Harrington’s donor.
She was the girl who’d been switched at birth eighteen years ago and ended up taking everything that should have been mine.
I said nothing. I turned and went to sign the consent form.
Near the corner of the inpatient wing, I saw my fiancé walking out holding Maisie’s hand.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk her into it.”
He meant me.
At that time, I never made it to sign. I went up to the rooftop on the twenty-eighth floor.
I’ll give this life back to you. Then we’re even.
And I jumped.
The moment I hit the ground, a chain collision exploded on the road below.
Five cars crashed into each other.
I stood up without a scratch. My father’s chest had been crushed against the steering wheel.
My mother was trapped in twisted steel.
My brother’s right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle.
My fiancé’s face was studded with shards of glass.
Maisie wasn’t in any of the cars.
My brother Nathan reached out to me with his broken arm. “Elowen, help me… please…”
I crouched down and gave myself an experimental pinch. No pain.
But Nathan screamed and doubled over.
I pinched myself again. All four of them howled at the same time.
Then it hit me. Any injury I took would rebound onto them tenfold.
I bent down and picked up a shard of glass from the pool of blood.
Nathan trembled violently. “No! Elowen, don’t…”
I smiled. “So you can feel pain after all.”
The moment the glass touched my wrist, all of them panicked.
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“Elowen! What are you doing!”
“Drop the glass, now!”
Nathan shouted until his voice nearly broke.
I ignored him and dragged the shard down my wrist.
“Ah!” Nathan’s scream tore through the entire street.
His arm was already twisted. Then the skin split open, like something invisible had sliced through it.
Deep gashes tore across it. Bone showed through, and blood splattered against the crushed car door.
“My arm! It hurts! Help me!” He writhed in the blood, rolling on the ground.
Two sharper screams followed from inside the car.
“My chest! It feels like I’m being cut open!” My father gasped, his voice shaking.
“William! My leg… my leg’s been cut open!” My mother shrieked, hysterical.
I looked at my wrist. It was completely intact. Not even a trace of pain.
The cut from the glass was closing right in front of us. It slowed for a moment just before it fully sealed.
I stared at my palm for a moment, then clenched my fist.
“Elowen! What the hell did you do!” Callum Sullivan’s face was covered in blood as he leaned out of the car window and shouted at me.
I tossed the bloodied shard into the grass.
“I didn’t do a thing, Callum.”
“Bullshit! You cut yourself. Why are we the ones splitting open!”
“Maybe it’s karma.” I stepped closer. “After all, you were just trying to force me into that surgery.”
The wail of an ambulance siren grew louder.
I switched to a terrified expression and collapsed onto the ground.
“Doctor! Please save my parents! Save them!” I cried, waving at the medical staff jumping out of the ambulance.
Several doctors rushed over, then stopped short when they saw inside the car.
“Quick, get the cutters. He’s bleeding badly. This is critical!”
A nurse helped me up and wrapped a blanket around me.
“Are you hurt? Does anything hurt?”
“No… I’m just shaken up.” I shrank into the blanket, trembling.
I looked at Nathan, asking with feigned fear. “Is he going to die?”
“The wounds are too deep. It looks like he was cut over and over with something sharp.”
“We’re doing everything we can,” the doctor said, trying to stop the bleeding.
I sat in the corner of the ambulance, watching as the four of them were loaded onto stretchers.
Blood dripped all the way.
“It hurts… please, give me something for the pain…” Nathan twitched on the stretcher.
“We’ve given him as much morphine as we can. Why isn’t it working?”
The doctor in the ambulance was soaked in sweat.
I watched their faces in silence.
Outside the emergency room, everything was chaos.
The light above the operating room stayed on for four full hours.
At the end of the corridor, the sharp sound of high heels approached.
“Elowen!” Maisie rushed over, her eyes red, and grabbed my hand.
“I’m so glad you’re okay! I heard about the accident. I was terrified!”
She looked me up and down, confirming I didn’t even have a scratch.
“How are Mom and Dad? And Nathan? What about Callum?”
“They’re still in surgery. Severe blood loss. It’s not looking good.” I pulled my hand away.
Maisie bit her lip as tears streamed down her face.
“How did this happen… then what about my condition?”
She stared at the doors of the operating room, irritation creeping into her voice.
“The bone marrow transplant is next week.”
“If something happens to them now, who’s going to sign off on it?”
She turned to me, her expression pitiful.
“Elowen, you promise?”
“The hospital said we can’t wait any longer for the test results. You’ll save me, right?”
I took her hand, my touch softer than usual.
“Of course.” My voice dripped with sweetness. “I swear.”
