The Walking Blood Bank Bites Back
Language: en
I was a walking blood bank. Because of my incredibly rare blood type, my grandparents went to an orphanage and adopted a "blood bag" just for me. The "blood bag" was two years older than me. I treated her like my own flesh-and-blood sister. I took meticulous care of my own body because I never wanted her to have to shed a single drop of blood for me. Later, I was in a severe car accident and desperately needed a transfusion. She purposely swapped the blood bags, giving me the wrong blood type. I developed a severe hemolytic reaction and died. At my funeral, she comforted my grieving…