That’s how I died—writhing on the delivery table, poisoned, alongside my child.
But fate gave me a second chance. I woke up and was transported back to the day the virus was released.
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The sudden dizziness cleared, and I found myself staring at the opened vial on the table. Clutching my belly, I staggered toward the bathroom, trying to stay conscious.
Yes, I had been reborn. Reborn to the moment I was infected.
But this time, I didn’t call for help. Instead, I ran to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and began washing off the virus. I leaned against the sink, my heart pounding, as I heard Cynthia’s frantic cries from the nurse’s station and the sound of the emergency bell ringing.
Soon, Hadden and his colleagues arrived in hazmat suits, but he didn’t go to the nurse’s station first. Instead, he headed straight to the patient ward.
"Hadden, where’s Nydia? She was just helping me with the medication. Forget about me—go save Nydia!" Cynthia urged.
But Hadden coaxed her, saying, "Don't worry about her, Cynthia, she’s probably already escaped by now. Take this—it’ll protect you." then, he handed the antidote.