Taking the Fall for a Fool

"During my night shift, I refused to help my adopted sister administer fluids to her patient.After the wrong drug is given, I watch a seven-year-old boy die after he suffers an allergic reaction right before my eyes. In my previous life, the boy's family stormed the nurses' station after I'd just finished administering his IV medication. The next thing I knew, I was violently beaten up."You poisoned my grandchild by giving him the wrong medicine!" But the fluid I introduced into his bloodstream was a simple glucose solution. It couldn't have led to such a disastrous outcome. When I was on the brink of passing out, someone called the police. I thought help had finally arrived, but I was sorely mistaken. The police officer—my brother—pinned me to the ground."We found your prints on the drug vial. You're a murderer."Then, my childhood friend, a forensic pathologist, held up an autopsy report and accused me of the same crime."The patient's time of death is around 5:00 am. That's the same time you administered drugs into his system."Unable to prove my innocence, I was ultimately beaten to death by the boy's enraged family members.My brother and my childhood friend had always loved me. Even on the brink of death, I couldn't understand why they would do this to me.Now, I open my eyes and find myself back on the night it all began."