The sound of a life-support machine beeping echoed loudly in the quiet, ward. Tina Wang felt her body floating lightly as her consciousness slowly returned. Her mind was fuzzy as she tried to make sense of the voices she heard outside the ward that seemed to be on a phone call.
"She's still unconscious.the doctor said She probably won't make it, Her chances of becoming brain-dead are very high."
"Don't worry, love. After she's declared brain dead, I'll sign the ADR form, then her kidney will be transplanted to you," the voice assured.
Tina frowned faintly, but before she could recognize the familiar voice, darkness swallowed her again.
When she opened her eyes once more, everything was blurry, but she knew she was in a hospital ward. Her hand was being held by someone sleeping beside her. She moved slightly, and that was enough to wake the woman.
"Julia! Oh my God, Julia, you're awake!" the woman cried. "Thank goodness—call the doctor!" she shouted at the nurse, still holding Tina's hand.
Her vision gradually cleared as she looked around.
Wait… did she just call me Julia?
She wanted to ask, but her throat felt painfully dry, her voice barely more than a husky sound.
"Don't worry, dear. The doctor is coming," the woman said gently. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
The concern in the woman's voice moved her. Maybe she's just a good Samaritan, Tina thought. She lay back down, but then her memories came flooding in.
She remembered creating a powerful AI tool for her school project. On the day she was supposed to defend it, she suddenly fell ill. Her boyfriend, Alex, volunteered to help her. Trusting him, she taught him everything—only for that son of a bitch to sell her project without her consent becoming a rich genius overnight deceiving the entire tech world.
When she comforted him , he begged her to let it go, promising to marry her so they could share the glory. But that same night, she discovered him sexting her best friend, June. Furious, she threaten to expose him, and they had a huge fight.
Just as she was about to expose him, he killed her.
"How could you do this to me?" she had asked naively as she bled to death, her hands struggling to hold onto him.
He scoffed, brushing her outstretched hand aside.
"You're an orphan, Tee," he said, with chilling calmness calling her by the name she once liked. "You don't know what love is. You take even the slightest bit of care too seriously, so you get used. It's a pity you have to end up like this. You're so smart, but emotionally dumb. No wonder June said you're just a stepping stone—perfectly made for us."
"You'll pay for this," she had managed to say, only to hear him laugh.
"How? How, Tee?" he mocked. "When you're gone, I'll make it look like a suicide. Who would know? You weren't close to anyone except me and June."
Tears slid down her face as she closed her eyes. It was true—she wasn't close to anyone else. June was the social one, while she was the weird nerd with thick glasses who always followed them around. She had once tried to socialize more, but June told her she didn't need to change herself for others—that people would only bully her.
June claimed they always talked badly behind her back, and she believed her.
How foolish I was.
"Baby, what's wrong?" the woman asked gently, wiping her tears away. "Are you in pain? Don't worry, the doctor is coming."
Moments later, the doctor rushed in and immediately began examining her, questioning the nurse about her condition. The nurse answered smoothly.
"Mrs. Roberts," the doctor said, "your daughter is in good condition. The swelling in her brain has gone down, and she has no internal injuries. She should recover fully in no time. She may feel a little disoriented, which is completely normal. We'll observe her today and discharge her tomorrow."
"Thank you, doctor," Mrs. Megan Roberts said happily, turning to look at her daughter—who was staring back at her in shock.
Tina felt more than just disoriented. She tried to remember having a mother—let alone one so caring.
Something is wrong, she thought.
Had this woman mistaken her for her daughter?
She decided she would explain everything clearing this misunderstanding—but first, she needed to use the restroom.
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