Chapter 2: The Man Who Woke Up Looking For Me
The next morning, I woke up dizzy.
Weak.
My arm wrapped in bandages.
My phone had twenty missed calls.
Unknown numbers.
Then the hospital doors opened.
And everything stopped.
Because the man from the ICU was standing there.
Alive.
Walking.
Watching me.
Not weak.
Not dying.
Completely fine.
He looked directly at me.
And said:
“Find her.”
A doctor rushed beside him.
“Sir, you shouldn’t be out of recovery—”
He ignored him.
Still staring at me.
“You’re the donor.”
I froze.
“Yes…”
He stepped closer.
Slow.
Controlled.
“You saved my life.”
I nodded nervously.
“I… I needed the money.”
He smiled.
But it didn’t feel warm.
It felt like recognition.
Then he said the sentence that broke reality:
“You just signed your own employment contract.”
I blinked.
“What?”
He tilted his head.
“You didn’t read it, did you?”
The nurse dropped her clipboard.
The doctor looked away.
My stomach dropped.
“What contract?”
He pulled out a tablet.
Tapped once.
And turned the screen toward me.
My signature.
On a document I had never seen before.
PERSONAL SERVICE AGREEMENT — LIFE CONTINUITY TRANSFER
My hands started shaking.
“This is fake…”
He shook his head.
“No.”
“You sold your biological rights for fifty thousand dollars.”
I stepped back.
“That’s illegal!”
He smiled slightly.
“Not where I come from.”
Then he added:
“I didn’t need your blood.”
May you like
I froze.
“I needed you.”
