All Chapters of Fainting on Purpose? No, I'm Just Dying: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

A suffocating, near-death sensation suddenly seized me, and everything went black as I collapsed onto the donation table.The needle was yanked sideways, and the blood began to flow back.Ms. Ritter shoved me hard and impatiently pulled out the needle."I'm drawing your blood—can you just stay still? Now I have to stick the needle in all over again!"When I didn't respond, a flicker of disgust crossed her eyes. She pinched the needle and jabbed it viciously into my arm."Oh dear, it went in crooked. You don't mind, do you?"Ms. Ritter deliberately botched the insertion several more times, stopping only when my arm was black and blue.However, I could no longer feel the pain.Without even lifting her head, she swapped out the blood bag and muttered, "Fine, I give you credit for putting up with it. But you have no sense of collective spirit at all. You fake being sick and fainting just to get out of donating blood."It's only 400 milliliters—what's the big deal? Everyone else do

Chapter 2

I lay on the floor completely motionless.Shaking with rage, Dad stomped one foot down onto my wrist."Ronnie, you must be feeling pretty pleased with yourself, playing dead in front of all these people just to embarrass me. Do you think just because you're my son you can act like you're above everyone else? The biggest regret of my life is insisting on having you back then."Several sharp gasps came from behind.Ms. Ritter covered her mouth, but her eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction.My heart tightened, as if someone had viciously twisted it.I was born premature and was left with congenital anemia.To care for me, Dad taught himself massage and nutrition therapy, filling one thick notebook after another with meticulous notes.Every time I got sick, he was so terrified that he couldn't sleep for nights on end.However, everything changed after I started college.He was the dean of this school.On the first day of class, Dad pulled me aside for a talk and told me that from

Chapter 3

Upon hearing this, Mr. Poole gently tried to persuade Dad."Mr. Bradshaw, blood donation should be voluntary. If your son really doesn't want to do it, just let him be."With that, he turned and left.Dad glanced down at my body, the rage burning in his chest flaring even hotter."Still won't get up, huh? Fine, you can just lie there on the floor while the blood is drawn. Ms. Ritter, go ahead and draw his blood. When it's done, ignore him. If he wants to lie there, let him. Don't let him hold up the other students waiting in line."After saying this, Dad refused to spare me another glance and walked away without looking back.Ms. Ritter picked up the needle and the blood bag. Then, she jammed it ruthlessly into my vein and didn't stop until a full 400 milliliters had been drawn.When it was over, she kicked me and said, "Get up. There's no point in pretending after all the blood's been drawn. Besides, Mr. Bradshaw isn't even here anymore, so there's no audience left for your lit

Chapter 4

The temperature steadily climbed under the blazing sun.The students on campus all stopped lingering outdoors and ran back to their dorms.A putrid stench gradually emanated from my body, attracting several of the campus' stray cats.My body lay there, unable to run or call for help.I could only watch helplessly as they gnawed and tore at my flesh.It truly hurt.My soul drifted desperately toward Dad's office, only to find him and Ms. Ritter chatting happily together.Ms. Ritter was flipping through Dad's notebook with wonder in her eyes, her face full of admiration."Wow, Mr. Bradshaw, are all these the nutritious meals you made for Ronnie? It must have taken you years to fill this notebook, right?"I looked at the notebook in her hands, my eyes instantly prickling with tears.Dad had been keeping it since the day I was born. He always said that as long as he followed the notes in this book, I would grow up healthy and strong.Dad stared at those thick, well-worn notebook

Chapter 5

The office fell silent for a moment.Ms. Ritter quietly spoke up from the side."Mr. Bradshaw, don't believe them. Ronnie must've gotten someone to put on an act. He's just trying to force you to back down."Hearing this, Dad seemed to find his footing again and let out a cold snort."Ronnie has really outdone himself this time. He actually got someone to pose as a police officer just to trick me."Ms. Ritter chimed in again. "Mr. Bradshaw, Ronnie has truly gone too far this time. If word of this gets out, it would be such a terrible influence."She glanced at the two police officers and added, "But these two are dressed quite convincingly. I wonder how much Ronnie paid them."Dad's expression darkened even more at that. He looked the officers up and down, his voice turning ice cold."Where's Ronnie hiding right now? Did he send you here to trick me? Do you know that it's against the law to impersonate a police officer?"The two police officers helplessly exchanged a glance.

Chapter 6

Dad paid no heed to anyone and ducked under the caution tape. Finally, he saw clearly the horrific state I was in.Dried, dark-red blood had spread in large patches, soaking the ground beneath me. My arm was covered in a dense cluster of needle marks, bruised black and blue. My face was pale, my body icy cold. In short, I was utterly devoid of any signs of life.Dad froze, then grabbed my arm to pull me up."Ronnie, stop messing around. Even the police are here now. Hurry up and get up!"But no matter how he tried to pull me up, my body would only slump limply back down.Dad raised his voice, his tone taking on a commanding edge."Ronnie, did you not hear me? I told you to get up!"Someone pulled him from behind."Sir, please calm down. The deceased's cause of death is still unknown, so we need to preserve the scene.""The deceased?" Dad whipped his head around, his eyes bloodshot. "He's my son, and he's not dead! He's just sulking, that's all!"He broke free of the grip and

Chapter 7

The three of them stood up at the same time.The door to the hospital room was pushed open.Ms. Ritter was curled up on the bed, the blanket pulled all the way up to her chin, revealing only a pair of eyes.The moment she saw the two police officers and Dad walk in, she immediately covered her head with her hands and put on a pained expression."My head hurts so much. I don't remember anything. All of you, get out!"Dad stepped forward and yanked the blanket off her."How much blood did you draw from Ronnie?"Ms. Ritter squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head wildly."I don't know anything. Don't ask me."The police officer spoke up as well. "Ms. Ritter, we need you to cooperate with the investigation."Ms. Ritter cut him off, a tearful catch in her voice. "I can't remember anything at all! Stop pressuring me! My head really hurts!"Mom walked over to the bedside and, under Ms. Ritter's shocked and bewildered gaze, picked up the vase from the nightstand. She then hurled it

Chapter 8

After saying this, Mom walked out of the hospital room without looking back.Ms. Ritter froze for two seconds, then suddenly rolled off the bed and crawled forward, weeping."I'm sorry! I truly know what I did was wrong now! Please spare me!"She collapsed on the floor, sobbing so hard she could barely catch her breath.Dad stumbled out of the hospital like a man whose soul had been ripped away. He had no idea how he made his way back to college.Suddenly, as if remembering something, he charged frantically into the lecture hall and threw open the door to the broadcast room.The two students on duty were startled."Mr. Bradshaw, are you okay?"He gave no answer. After ushering them out, he locked the door behind him. Then he turned on the broadcast microphone, his voice reaching every corner of the campus."Ronnie, I'm sorry. I should never have made you give up your scholarships or your spot in the competition. You didn't cheat on any exam. You earned those top scores through

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