She then turned to a nurse.
“Please, give my brother the best anesthesia available. He’s terribly afraid of pain…”
But as the nurse lifted my sleeves, her face turned pale.
She gasped at the sight before her—my body, covered in deep bite marks, raw wounds oozing blood, and in some places, even exposed bone.
She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.
“You monster! In all my 20 years of medical experience, I’ve never seen such cruelty!”
Then, turning to me with deep sympathy, she said,
“Young man, I’ll have to inject anesthesia into multiple wounds. Just hang in there.”
The next second, a thick needle—wider than my finger—pierced a festering wound.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The pain was excruciating.
My sister hurriedly shoved her hand into my mouth, afraid I might bite through my tongue.
She also gripped my palm tightly, allowing my nails to dig deep into her arm, leaving behind sharp, red marks.
In that moment, they still acted as though they loved me as they always had…
But I couldn’t feel a trace of warmth anymore.
When I regained consciousness, only ten minutes remained before the guaranteed admission results were announced.
From the bathroom, I overheard my sisters whispering.