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The Fiance Who Chose Poison

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 916    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

He was stable. We di

m was still, frozen in a state of collective shock. We had brought him back from the bri

d through his hair. "Aneurysm? There w

gue to confirm the preliminary findings

eiver, his voice hollow. He hung up and looked at the rest of

felt just minutes ago now tasted like ash. It was

was

sn' t a

ilence. She stepped forward from the corner of the

to die. Some things are just meant to

es of my colleagues, her expression

arn you about that, too. I' m just

s too neat, too perfect. The patient' s death, the sabotaged brake line on the oth

my voice low and

you possibly kn

o. I get these feelings, these images. It' s a burden, Sarah, not a gi

em to be handling your 'burden' just fine. You pointed at a dying man and

d, didn' t he?" s

sing. "And the ambulance? How did you know about

that' s

e moved to stand slightly in front of

nd the ambulance. You' re upset, we all are, but you can' t attack

was choosing her, this manipulative strange

ous, Ryan," I whisp

ight. "You' re letting your emotions get the

They were confused, scared. And in their fear, they were sta

he told them a fabricated story about a near-death experience she had as a child, a lightning strike that h

It gave a reason to the unpredictable, a pattern to the chaos. S

the only one who saw the strings, the

prove it was

re at a downtown hotel. Multiple casualties, seve

y walk over to Dr. Peterson, who now lo

and on his arm

urgency. "There' s an ambulance on its way, from the North

er eyes shut,

pital, the power will fail. The entire grid. The ventilators

t word, a masterful perfor

son was looking at her, then at Dr. P

omplete and und

me to the bone, that this was another move

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“The world snapped back into focus, not with the acrid smell of my own burning flesh, but the sterile scent of the ER. Just moments ago, flames engulfed me as my colleagues stood by, fire extinguishers in hand, watching me die. Now, I was whole, unscarred, alive. Then I saw her: Dr. Emily Hayes, the newly arrived resident, her eyes wide and eager. I knew that innocent smile hid poison. I had lived through it-I had died because of it. Her first "prediction" came quickly: a critically injured patient whose life she calmly declared over. Dr. Peterson, our attending physician, was furious, but her chilling words echoed when the patient died on our table, despite our best efforts. Then came the second "vision" -an ambulance crash she foresaw, just as I volunteered to take the call. My fiancé, Dr. Ryan Chen, the man I thought I knew, pulled me aside, telling me I was reckless and Emily was right. He sided with her, not me, in front of everyone. I saved that patient, defying her "prophecy," but then the ambulance Emily warned us about was found with cut brake lines. And the patient I saved died, unexpectedly, of an aneurysm. Emily' s twisted predictions found their way, solidifying her power and painting me as the one who defied fate. She whispered, "As long as Sarah Miller is working in this ER, she puts everyone in danger. Her energy, it attracts disaster." They all stared at me, their faces not with suspicion, but raw terror. They had let me burn once. Not again. This time, I would expose her.”
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