When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I'd scrolled past that post.
This time, I set down my phone and made myself a cup of tea.
When this brave little lamb personally sends you to hell, I hope you'll still love her this much.
…
The glow from my phone screen stabbed at my eyes.
[Brave Little Lamb On-Call Diary: Night shift check-in! Some menopausal hag won't cover my shift, but luckily the tattooed knight is protecting me~]
In the picture, a tattoo-covered arm toyed with anti-cancer medication that was supposed to be kept frozen. Charlotte Cooley wore her nurse's cap, tongue out, winking. The nurses' station was clearly visible behind her.
"Head Nurse Harding!" A hurried voice called out.
Bella Chavez looked at me with concern. "You look terrible. Feeling sick? Want to lie down?"
Only then did I snap back to reality.
I had been reborn.
Back to the moment I saw that show-off post.
My whole body went cold. I could still hear the tearing sound of a blade slicing through flesh. Still feel the searing pain of my abdominal cavity being brutally emptied.
In my past life, the moment I saw this viral post, I rushed straight to the on-duty doctor's office to find Kevin Dickerson.