My Sister's Deadly Scam - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

I didn't even make it out of the pharmacy before collapsing. The infection from my wound sent me crashing to the floor in a dead faint.
When I came to, I was staring at hospital ceiling tiles. A nurse moved quietly beside me, changing my bandages while chatting with her coworker, oblivious to my waking state. Their conversation carried through the sterile air.
"You hear about the kid downstairs? Turns out he's Kramer's grandson! The old man's practically tearing his hair out - flew in specialists from three continents last night. Kid's hanging by a thread."
"What kind of monster hurts a child like that? Some corporate revenge scheme?"
"God knows. After Mrs. Kramer died, that boy became his whole world. Whoever did this signed their own death warrant. And between you and me?" Her voice dropped. "Those 'bodyguards' outside his room? Definitely not rent-a-cops. Ex-military, at least."
A shiver ran down my spine as they left. The Kramers weren't just wealthy - they were dangerous.
Julia was dead meat.
I signed my discharge papers faster than you could say "lawsuit." But rounding the corner, I nearly collided with Kramer's harried assistant, who was frantically polling staff about blood types.
"It's bad," he explained to a nurse. "The infection caused massive blood loss, and the bank's running low."
My conscience twinged. Before I could think better of it, I stepped forward. "Take mine."
Maybe this could balance Julia's karma.
The hospital bypassed all formalities. No paperwork, no receipts - just straight to transfusion. When I heard the boy stabilized, I yanked out my IV and ghosted before anyone could ask questions.
My new apartment was a shoebox on the city's edge, its only virtue being proximity to the now-shuttered construction site. From my grimy window, I watched investigators swarm the property. Albert Kramer himself stood at the epicenter, radiating fury.
I became a shut-in, terrified of being recognized.
Julia? She went full predator.
For three days straight, she stalked the hospital corridors like some lovesick ghoul, desperate to "accidentally" bump into Albert. When that failed, she marched straight into the boy's room playing concerned Samaritan.
Bingo.
The assistant recognized her. When the kid mentioned a "nice big sister" who'd helped him, they assumed it was Julia. The assistant promised Albert would personally thank her after discharge.
Julia had planned for this. Her cronies filmed the whole encounter, and within hours, "Julia's Heroic Blood Donation" went viral. Overnight, she transformed from nobody to national sweetheart.
Our doorstep became a shrine. Strangers bearing gifts praised her as the Kramer family's savior. Silk banners declaring her "The Nation's Kindest Soul" piled up in our living room.
Then came her tearjerker statement: "I'd do the same for any child!" Cue internet meltdown.
Meanwhile, I was quietly losing my mind. That night, I scrubbed my name from the family registry. When I returned for my things, I found my parents practically levitating from pride, drunk on reflected glory.