Chapter 5 Author: Lotus "Miss? Miss!" Someone gently shook me. I opened my eyes to see the night shift doctor's worried face. "You have a fever, and your allergic reaction is severe," she said with a frown. "Let me take you for an examination." I nodded, my voice hoarse. "Thank you." The test results came back quickly. "Your condition..." She hesitated, then sighed. "You had only a week left due to late-stage pancreatic cancer, but the allergic reaction has accelerated organ failure. Now, it's two days at most." I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head. "It's okay. But I'm so hungry. Could you get me something to eat?" I trembled as I pulled out my phone, wanting to show her my balance. "I still have a little money." Her eyes reddened as she poured me a cup of water and pressed it into my hands. "Drink some water first. I'll get you something to eat. No charge." She hurried away, and I held the hot water, taking a small sip. Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Joseph, sent an hour ago. "Sarah's worried about you and went to look for you. Apologize to her properly and stop this nonsense." Before I could reply, the ward door was suddenly pushed open and locked with a click. I looked up fearfully, and Sarah was standing in the doorway. The fake concern on her face disappeared when she saw that the ward was empty. "I figured you'd come to the hospital for allergy medicine. I was right!" She rushed over and knocked the cup out of my hand with a swift motion. Hot water splashed all over me, and I couldn't help but cry out in pain. "Playing the victim again?" she sneered. "Why aren't you dead yet?" "Don't worry..." I gasped, my swollen throat making my voice raspy. "You'll get your wish soon enough." "Stop lying!" She acted like she had heard the world's biggest joke. She crouched down and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at her hate-filled eyes. "You still came to the hospital for help, didn't you? Don't pretend like you've accepted everything. I hate it when you act like that! I also hate those two idiots who lost me! They made me grow up in a common family that couldn't even afford to buy me decent clothes!" She gritted her teeth, her expression twisted as she continued, "But I hate you most of all! You worthless bastard from who knows where, taking my place and enjoying the love that should've been mine!" I interrupted her, my gaze empty. "Now, all that love belongs to you, doesn't it?" "Give me a break!" She let out a mocking laugh. "They still feel some attachment to you! If they really despised you, they would've thrown you out long ago! They still care about you, and that makes me sick!" The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. She suddenly kicked me hard, right in my agonizing abdomen. I immediately curled up in pain. "I'm warning you not to hold onto any hope!" She kicked me again while confessing to all her past lies. "I broke the music box myself! I threw myself down the stairs! I faked the panic attacks too and had people spread those rumors at school!" She laughed viciously. "You think they're really stupid enough not to see through my tricks? But they choose to believe me! It's because I'm their real sister! They feel guilty for me! And you're just a tool to prove how determined they are to make it up to me!" She spoke in a cheerful tone, then shoved me hard against the wall. "I hope you remember this lesson and never show your face around us again!" I hit the concrete with a sickening thud, then slid limply to the floor. "Hey! Stop playing dead!" She kicked my leg, but I could no longer feel anything. My soul was rising from my body, with a light, floating sense of release. "C-Cynthia?" Her voice began to tremble. I watched her crouch down, her fingers trembling as they reached toward my nose to check my breath, but she suddenly jerked back. Her face turned deathly pale. "No, impossible..." She staggered backward. "It wasn't me. I didn't kill her... I just lightly... S-She deserved to die!" I watched her frantically unlock the door and flee, stumbling and crawling. I simply smiled softly. ... The door was suddenly pushed open as the doctor rushed in carrying food. "I made you some pasta. You..." Her words came to an abrupt halt. That was when she saw my lifeless face and vacant, staring eyes. The food fell from the doctor's hands. She rushed to my side, her trembling fingers checking for my breath again. There was no pulse, and I wasn't breathing. Even my body was already growing cold. "Oh God... Oh my God..." The doctor collapsed to the floor. She saw the fresh, brutal wounds on my body and immediately understood. She pulled out her phone with shaking hands. Then, using the emergency contact information from my registration, she dialed Joseph's number. The call connected, and Joseph's impatient voice came through. "Who is this?" The doctor took a deep breath. She was trying to suppress her tears and anger, and her voice was ice-cold as she asked, "Is this Mr. Joseph Sinclair? This is the emergency department at City General Hospital. "Please come here immediately. Ms. Cynthia Sinclair... has been confirmed dead. We need you to identify the body." A roar came from the other end of the phone. "What kind of joke is this? Put Cynthia on the phone! Let her talk to me herself!"