She Jumps Then Wakes Unhurt While Her Family Bleeds Ten Times Worse Chapter 09

She Jumps Then Wakes Unhurt While Her Family Bleeds Ten Times Worse Chapter 09

“You’re not dead… why aren’t you dead?” Maisie 

screamed. She dropped the knife and clutched her 

hair. 

Sirens echoed outside the villa. 

Several officers rushed into the living room and 

pinned the hysterical Maisie to the ground. 

“Let me go! I’m a Harrington! I need her bone marrow!” She struggled against the cuffs, still 

rambling. 

“Stay down! Your prints are all over the weapon. 

We’ve got it on camera!” the lead officer snapped. 

“No! They’re here to save me! They love me the 

most!” 

Maisie laughed and cried at the same time, staring 

at the four people in the pool of blood. 

“Take her away,” the officer said. “Attempted. 

murder.” 

The emergency doctor glanced at the scene on 

the floor, then turned to me. 

“Miss Harrington, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine. Please do everything you can to save 

them.” 

“Their internal organs are almost completely 

destroyed. We can only do our best,” the doctor 

sighed. 

Millbrook Medical Center, intensive care unit. 

They lay side by side, tubes running from their 

bodies. 

The ventilators moved in a slow rhythm. The 

machines were the only sound in the room. 

They were being kept alive by machines, but their 

pain receptors had been amplified tenfold by my rebound power. 

I changed into a white dress and pushed open the 

ward door. 

The monitors began to beep rapidly. 

Callum’s eyelids trembled violently. His eyes. 

locked onto me. 

A hoarse, broken sound leaked from his throat. 

I walked to William’s bedside. 

“Dad, do you remember what you told me the day I 

was diagnosed?” 

His eyeballs trembled wildly. 

“You said the match was confirmed. The surgery 

was scheduled for next week.” 

I raised my right hand and pressed a fingernail 

against my left forearm. 

“You never even asked if the procedure could kill 

me.” 

I pressed down. One stroke at a time, I carved his 

name into my skin. 

William’s scream was so violent it tore the 

ventilator tube loose. 

A blood channel burst open across his chest, ten 

times deeper than the cut I made. Blood sprayed 

onto the bed rails. 

The monitor suddenly blared an alarm. 

I walked to Margaret’s bedside. 

“Mom, you always said Maisie was fragile. You 

told me to give her whatever she wanted.” 

“So when she stabbed me… I should stay quiet, 

right?” 

I carved her name into my arm. 

Margaret’s eyes rolled back. Her throat made a 

broken wheezing sound like a shattered bellows. 

She couldn’t even scream anymore. She only 

vomited blood in repeated spasms. 

I looked at Nathan. “You never used to raise your 

voice at her.” 

“But earlier, when you called her a monster, you 

were yelling.” 

I carved his name in. 

Nathan’s body convulsed. The scab on his broken 

arm split open all at once. 

Finally, I turned to Callum. 

“Didn’t you say you were going to talk me into 

signing the consent form?” 

“You don’t have to anymore. I’ll sign it myself.” 

After the fourth name was carved, Callum had not 

tears left. Only a broken, leaking sound in his 

throat. 

I glanced at my forearm. The four shallow cuts. 

healed within seconds, leaving no trace at all. 

Their beds were already soaked through with 

blood. 

The wounds across their chests refused to close, blood continuing to spill without pause. 

I bent down and leaned close to them. 

“Do you remember the wind on the rooftop that 

day?” 

All four of them stiffened at once. 

“It was cold.” 

I straightened up. 

“This is the last thing I’ll ever give you. Enjoy it.”