She Jumps Then Wakes Unhurt While Her Family Bleeds Ten Times Worse Chapter 04

She Jumps Then Wakes Unhurt While Her Family Bleeds Ten Times Worse Chapter 04

“I don’t care! The hospital said I’m running out of 

time!” Maisie threw a fit in the room. 

She grabbed a fruit knife from the table and 

pressed it against her wrist. 

“If this keeps dragging on, my stem cells are going 

to fail completely!” 

She pressed just deep enough to draw a thin line 

of blood. 

“If you don’t make my sister donate her bone 

marrow today, I’ll die right in front of you!” 

“Is it because I’m not really yours? Is that why 

you’ve given up on me?” 

William lay on the hospital bed, his body encased 

in casts, patches of his hair gone white. 

“Maisie, put the knife down! You’ll always be my 

precious girl!” Margaret sobbed heavily. 

“Elowen’s a ticking time bomb right now. One wrong move with her and the whole family goes. 

down!” William let out a heavy sigh. 

“So you’re just going to watch me die?” Maisie 

pressed the blade deeper. 

The door to the room swung open. Callum walked 

in with a white–haired elderly man. 

“That’s enough. I’ve brought in a leading expert in 

neurology, Dr. Finch.” 

Dr. Finch adjusted his glasses, holding a stack of 

test reports. 

“Dr. Finch, what exactly are we dealing with?” 

William asked. 

“It’s a very rare condition,” Dr. Finch said. “Their 

nervous systems are somehow linked.” 

“What does that mean?” Nathan pressed. 

Dr. Finch continued, “Their nervous systems are 

reacting to each other in an unusual way. It only gets triggered by outside injury or trauma.” 

“There have been a few similar cases around the 

world. It’s considered a mind–body condition. 

caused by strong suggestion.” 

“What about the bone marrow extraction? Will we 

feel pain from that?” Margaret gripped the edge of 

her blanket. 

“A controlled medical procedure would count as a mild, manageable trigger.” 

Dr. Finch gave a small smile. “As long as everything follows protocol and we avoid 

psychological triggers, it shouldn’t set it off.” 

All four of them let out a collective sigh of relief. 

“I knew it! I knew there had to be a scientific 

explanation!” Callum wiped the cold sweat from 

his forehead. 

“Dad, Mom, did you hear that? Dr. Finch said it’s 

fine!” Maisie tossed the knife aside. 

William clenched his jaw. “Set it up. We do the 

surgery today.” 

Half an hour later, several bodyguards dragged me 

into an operating room at a private clinic. 

A place Maisie had bought off. They’d skipped every standard pre–op evaluation. 

The surgical lights were so bright I could barely 

keep my eyes open. 

A masked surgeon approached me, holding at 

long, thick bone marrow needle. 

“Miss Harrington, turn over. We’re administering 

anesthesia.” 

I lay on the operating table, staring up at the lights. 

“How much did Maisie pay you to skip all proper procedures?” 

“Save it. I get paid, I do the job.” The doctor raised 

the needle. 

“I have some drug allergies.” I said, my voice flat. 

He paused, didn’t say a word. 

I said, “Then we do it without anesthesia.” 

“No anesthesia? This is a bone marrow extraction. The pain alone could kill you.” 

“What if you start moving halfway through and the needle breaks inside the bone? Who’s 

responsible?” 

“I won’t move. If anything goes wrong, it’s on me,” I 

said. 

“You asked for it. Don’t come crying to me when you can’t take it.” The doctor gave a cold snort. 

I suddenly snapped at him. “Why all the talk? Either stick me or get out!” 

The doctor shot me a harsh look, then drove the needle through my skin and into the bone marrow. 

In the private suite just one wall away, screams erupted at once.