It wasn’t until my girlfriend received her HIV diagnosis that I finally understood what her childhood sweetheart meant by”together in life and death.” In my previous life, when my girlfriend collapsed from anemia, her childhood sweetheart insisted on donating blood to her. I fought desperately to stop him, telling her that Nolan Preston had HIV. If he donated blood, she would be infected too. But she refused to believe me. Nolan cried, claiming he’d never even had a girlfriend. He climbed onto the rooftop, pretending he’d jump to prove his innocence. Then he slipped and fell to his death. To avenge him, my girlfriend conspired with our classmates to kidnap me. She strangled me with her own hands. Her furious roar echoed in my ears: “Your slander killed Nolan! Now you’ll pay with your life!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the blood transfusion. Watching my girlfriend receive blood from her childhood sweetheart, I smiled faintly. It’s just HIV. No big deal.
“Adrian, I know you don’t like me, but this is a matter of life and death. Please stop preventing me from donating blood to Clarissa.” The moment I heard these words from my girlfriend’s childhood sweetheart Nolan Preston, I realized—I’d been reborn. I looked up to meet my girlfriend Clarissa Hayes’s displeased gaze. Her face was deathly pale from anemia. “Adrian Chen, fine, you’re too selfish to donate your own blood. But now you’re stopping Nolan from saving me? How was I so blind to fall for a scumbag like you?” Her insults sent a chill through my heart. In my previous life, Clarissa had suffered sudden anemia during the national competition. The emergency blood supply from the blood bank would take hours to arrive. To avoid missing her event, Nolan had proposed donating his own blood to Clarissa. I’d fought desperately to prevent Nolan from transfusing blood to Clarissa. Because I’d overheard a conversation between Nolan and some street thugs in an alley. “I’m HIV positive. As long as I can transmit it to Clarissa Hayes, she’ll stay with me forever!” I’d immediately stopped Nolan’s blood donation and told Clarissa that his blood carried HIV. But Clarissa not only refused to believe me—she accused me of deliberate slander. Nolan had burst into tears on the spot, claiming I was falsely accusing him. He’d gone to jump off a building to prove his innocence, but while pretending to jump, he’d slipped and actually fell from the eighteenth floor. Later, the autopsy report confirmed that his blood indeed contained high levels of the virus. I’d thought that would be the end of it. But at my birthday party, Clarissa had conspired with our classmates to kidnap me. I still remember what she said as she strangled me: “Your slander killed Nolan! Now you’ll pay with your life!” Snapping back to the present, the insults from my classmates continued around me. “Adrian Chen, how can someone as disgusting as you exist? Clarissa’s anemia is so severe, and you won’t donate blood. Fine. But you’re also stopping Nolan from donating?” “Exactly. Nolan is handsome and kind. What do you have that could possibly compare to him?” “Adrian is just jealous. Jealous that everyone likes Nolan. That’s why he’s deliberately obstructing.” This time, I took a deep breath, calmed my agitated emotions, then stepped aside from the transfusion area. I smiled and said: “Go ahead and donate. If 400cc isn’t enough, draw 600cc. We absolutely can’t delay Clarissa’s transfusion.” You reap what you sow. She needs to taste the bitter fruit she’s planted herself.
Nolan grabbed the needle and inserted it into his vein with a furrowed brow. Our classmates praised his kindness and selflessness. Clarissa’s eyes were filled with nothing but sympathy for him. Only I noticed the tiny, scabbed-over needle marks on his pale skin. Those were traces left by long-term improper injections—ironclad evidence that he carried the virus. After drawing half a blood bag, Nolan began feeling dizzy and unsteady on his feet. Clarissa immediately pulled the needle from his arm and held him carefully in her arms. Nolan insisted on standing up, declaring righteously: “Don’t anyone stop me. I must finish drawing the blood.” Then his body swayed again. Watching his terrible acting, I could guess what he was trying to do. Sure enough, the next second, a male student spoke up: “We can’t let Nolan draw so much blood alone! Clarissa needs more. Let’s all donate—a little from each person adds up!” His words immediately drew agreement: “Right! We’ll use this same needle to draw from everyone! We’re not selfish like some people. Everyone takes turns. Quick!” “Exactly. If Nolan isn’t afraid, why should we be? This little bit of blood is nothing compared to our united friendship!” Hearing everyone’s passionate declarations, I wanted to laugh. What good classmates indeed—willing to share a needle used by an HIV patient. Even sharing the virus together. In this lifetime, they could finally achieve their wish to “live and die together.” When the team doctor entered and saw students about to jab a used needle into their own veins, she rushed to stop them: “Are you all crazy? Stop it! So many people using the same needle—what if there’s cross-infection?” Far from being scared, the students frowned and said: “What kind of team doctor are you? Who are you cursing? We’re all clean. How could we get infected?” “I advise you to mind your own business. If we delay Clarissa’s transfusion and she misses her event, can you take responsibility?” “I bet you’re working with Adrian Chen, trying to sabotage Clarissa and make her miss the competition!” The students’ mockery turned the team doctor’s face red and white with anger. She stamped her foot and ran out of the room with tears in her eyes. After the team doctor left, the students continued drawing blood. One, two, three… I stood outside the crowd, watching that deadly needle pierce different people’s skin again and again amid “friendly” cheers. Each blood draw was a fatal cross-infection. The blood bag was quickly filled. But just then, Nolan suddenly held the needle out to me. “Adrian, your turn.”
Looking at the needle stained with different people’s blood, nausea rose in my chest. I coldly refused: “I’m not doing it.” “Adrian, I know you don’t like me, but Clarissa is your girlfriend after all. At a time like this, if you don’t donate some blood, it doesn’t look good, does it?” Nolan’s statement instantly ignited the students’ anger: “Right! Everyone else donated. Why shouldn’t you? A selfish man like you doesn’t deserve to be Clarissa Hayes’s boyfriend!” “Adrian Chen, will you draw it yourself, or should we do it for you?” The students approached me with the needle step by step. Clarissa’s gaze toward me was full of warning: “Adrian Chen, you’ve already disappointed me enough today. If you donate blood to me, I’ll give you one chance to not break up. But if you continue being this selfish, you don’t deserve my love!” Hearing her speak like some domineering CEO, I nearly laughed from anger. Had Clarissa Hayes forgotten? She was just a scholarship student funded by my family! If I hadn’t paid for her education, she’d still be scavenging trash to eat! She’d been so touched, saying she’d protect me forever. Until Nolan appeared. Then she became cold toward me while fawning over him. She’d wronged me repeatedly for his sake, forcing me to submit. She’d even strangled me to death with her own hands—all for him! I really don’t know how I was so blind to fall for such a two-faced woman. She wants to break up? Fine. Perfect. I looked at her coldly: “Clarissa Hayes, we’re done.” Hearing my breakup declaration, Clarissa’s face instantly went white. She’d never imagined that I, who’d loved her so much, would initiate the breakup. After speaking, I turned and opened the hospital room door. Just as I was about to leave, she grabbed my wrist tightly and glared at me viciously: “Don’t think I don’t know—you’re deliberately playing hard to get with me. Everyone else donated blood. You’re donating today whether you like it or not!” As soon as she finished speaking, the students all rushed forward, pinning me down firmly, forcing that needle used by countless people toward my vein. Clarissa stood to the side, her expression cold: “If you keep being this disobedient, I’ll never forgive you.” Watching the needle get closer and closer, I struggled frantically, resisting with all my might. Was I sweating bullets? In this second life, would I still be unable to escape a tragic death? In desperation, I kicked the emergency alarm button. Finally, just as the needle was about to penetrate my vein, security guards burst in. In front of everyone, the students couldn’t continue forcing me. They could only glare at me with disgust in their eyes. My heart finally relaxed. That was close! I almost got killed by these idiots! Disappointment flashed in Nolan’s eyes. Then he picked up the blood bag and handed it to Clarissa. Clarissa’s eyes were full of emotion. The two of them exchanged glances so sickeningly sweet it was nauseating. After transfusing this virus-laced blood into her body, Clarissa excitedly embraced Nolan and kissed his forehead. The watching students all cheered: “Clarissa and Nolan are a match made in heaven.” “Exactly. Nolan is so much better than that selfish Adrian Chen!” “Thank goodness you dumped that scumbag, Clarissa. Now you have Nolan. You really lucked out!” Surrounded in the middle, Nolan smiled sweetly. Clarissa also spoke up smugly: “Good thing I dumped that ungrateful idiot Adrian Chen. Otherwise how would I have such a wonderful boyfriend like Nolan?” “I’m going to win today’s championship for Nolan!” Watching everyone’s harmonious scene, I smirked coldly and looked away. Laugh now! The more excited they are now, the more tragic it will be later.
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