Let Them Bleed Together

After being strangled to death by her boyfriend, Julian Mercer, for trying to prevent a tainted blood transfusion, the protagonist awakens in the past. In her first life, she warned Julian that his childhood friend Luna Sullivan had HIV, leading to a tragic accident and her own murder. Now back on the day of the procedure, she refuses to intervene as Luna begins the transfusion. She watches in silence as their fates are sealed by the very secret she once tried to expose.

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Chapter 2

Luna held the syringe, frowning slightly as she pushed the needle into her vein.

The classmates all praised her for being kind and selfless. In Julian’s eyes, there was nothing but concern.

Only I noticed it.

On her fair skin, there were several tiny puncture marks that had already scabbed over. They were traces left behind by long-term, improper injections and were ironclad proof that she was carrying a virus.

After half a bag of blood was drawn, Luna began to feel dizzy. Her body swayed, unable to stay steady.

Julian immediately pulled the needle out of her arm and gathered her into his embrace, carefully protecting her.

She stubbornly insisted on standing up. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she spoke, "No one is allowed to stop me. I must finish drawing the blood."

As soon as she finished speaking, her body swayed again.

Watching her clumsy performance, I could already guess what she was planning.

Sure enough, the next second, a girl spoke up, "How can we let Luna draw so much blood alone? Julian needs more. Let us all donate a little each. When everyone gives a bit, it adds up!"

The words were immediately met with agreement.

"Yes, keep using this syringe to draw! We are not as selfish as some people. Everyone, quickly take turns!"

"Exactly. Luna isn't afraid, so what are we afraid of? This bit of blood is nothing compared to our unity and friendship!"

Listening to their passionate, righteous speeches, I could not help but laugh inwardly.

What great classmates.

They even shared a syringe used by an HIV carrier, and in turn, the virus itself. In this life, they would finally fulfill their wish of "living and dying together".

When the team medic, Lauren Whitby, rushed in and saw a classmate picking up the used needle, about to stab it into their own vein, she immediately shouted to stop them.

"Are you all insane? Stop right now! So many people using the same needle… what if there is cross-infection?"

Instead of being frightened, the classmates frowned in displeasure.

"What kind of medic are you? Who are you cursing? All of us are perfectly clean. How could there be any infection?"

"I suggest you mind your own business. If Julian’s transfusion is delayed and the competition is affected, are you going to take responsibility?"

"I think you are working together with Quinn and trying to make Julian miss the competition!"

The classmates mocked Lauren relentlessly until her face turned pale. With teary eyes, she stomped her foot and ran out of the lounge.

After she left, the classmates continued drawing blood.

One person.

Then another.

I stood outside the crowd, watching that deadly syringe pierce different people’s skin again and again amid cheers filled with so-called friendship.

Every single draw was a fatal cross-infection.

The blood bag was soon filled. Just then, Luna suddenly held the syringe out in front of me.

"Quinn, it's your turn."

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