The Ex-Best Friend's Cruelty

hit the pa

sed onto the dirty New York sidewalk. The sound of his body meeting

al student instincts kicked in immediately. I dropped my bag and started moving toward

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ng me back. It was Jessica.

he hissed, her grip tig

id, trying to pull away. "H

those stories online? People fake injuries to sue good Samaritans. Or their acc

ing someone had cost me dearly. The trauma of it made me pause. I looked at the old man on the ground,

n was the begi

etween my training and my fear. Someone else called 911, but precious minutes were lost. By the time the a

lout was immed

iral within hours. She painted a picture of me as a cold, heartless medical student who stood by and watched a hero die. She clev

created was devast

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adline that des

t me. He said he couldn't be with someone so cruel. My personal information was leaked online. I receive

n' s name, raising money that she mostly funneled into her own pockets. I later found out she had even managed to get named in hi

e crushing guilt over Mr. Henderson's death became too much to bear. I los

of Jessica on a talk show, dabbing her eyes with a ti

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as ripped