“Your home is so close to the hospital. Why insist on my spot? This spot is reserved by the hospital for attending physicians. I can’t lend or transfer it, otherwise I’ll be fired for breaking hospital policy.”
Sarah cursed under her breath, then went to complain to Ethan:
“Ethan, I’m practically dying, and all I asked was for Emily’s parking spot. It’s not like I wanted it for free. Once I make money, I’ll pay her back. How can she be like this?”
Ethan brought it up to me many times, but I never agreed.
The day Sarah died, I was shocked. I never expected that someone so regular with her dialysis treatments would suddenly pass away.
Her doctor told me, “Sarah wasn’t following her diet. She overate and drank. Dialysis should have been three times a week, but lately she only came once. That alone wouldn’t have killed her. But this time, she got drunk, missed her treatment, and died of poisoning at home.”
I relayed this to Ethan to clear myself of responsibility.
And indeed, I wasn’t responsible.
Ethan seemed to forgive me.
“You’re right, Emily. It wasn’t your responsibility. That spot was never Sarah’s. She was careless. Don’t blame yourself.”