The Daughter She Refused to Save
Language: en
For the sake of avoiding any appearance of favoritism, or perhaps just to avoid my "dirty" touch, Dr. Eleanor Vance, my mom, left me, severely injured from a car accident, in her office. She turned to check on the other students, who only had minor scrapes but kept crying about how much it hurt. The other doctors were urging her to check on me. With my blood-soaked hand, I grabbed her arm, almost begging. "Eleanor, I'm in so much pain. Please, don't go, okay?" But Eleanor didn't even glance at me. She just flung my hand away. "Lily Vance, don't touch me with your dirty hands. Don't…