ICU Showdown: Do Me Dirty and I'll Do You In

I was caught off guard. When I finally came back to my senses, I demanded, "What makes you think I have an STD?"

Lyra sneered, pulled out a sheet of paper, and shoved it in my face. "Drop the act. I have everyone's compatibility results right here. You tested positive for HIV, so there's no way you can be a donor match for Mr. Warren!"

My name was printed plainly at the top. Beneath it was a horrifying list of diagnoses.

Several of our former classmates, who were nearby, took a closer look at it. The way they looked at me instantly turned nasty.

"You slut, you contracted all those high-risk STDs, yet you still dare to show your face around us!"

"Lyra even begged us not to bring up your embarrassing past."

"Turns out, you really have no shame. Are you trying to infect Mr. Warren?"

"Trash like you deserves to be taught a lesson!"

Several tall, muscular men rushed over and kicked me to the ground. Then came a barrage of punches and kicks.

My head slammed against the floor, sending stars exploding across my vision. Before I could catch my breath, two more kicks landed squarely on my face.

Dirty shoe prints smeared across my cheek, and my face swelled in no time.

However, they didn't stop there. Pointing at the expensive jewelry I was wearing, one of them said, "Look, her earrings are the same as Lyra's!"

"Yeah, right. Lyra's the general hospital director's wife. Mira, on the other hand, is just a slut who's been passed around!

"Did you forget how she pretended to be Lyra in the class chat and claimed she was the hospital director's wife?"

"Do you really think someone like her could afford anything authentic?"

"Everything on her is knockoff trash. Let's rip it all off her. She should've seen this coming when she wore them out to fool people!"

Hands came at me from every direction. In seconds, the women had yanked off my earrings, hair clips, and necklace. Their long nails scratched my face, and a huge chunk of my hair was ripped out.

Yet, none of them showed the slightest intention of stopping. In fact, they reached for my clothes next.

"Let's strip her! She likes to sell herself anyway."

"Exactly! She contracted all those STDs. Who knows how many men she's slept with?"

"I did no such thing!" I tried to fight them off, but there were too many of them. I didn't stand a chance.

My expensive coat was shredded within moments, and soon, I was left in only my underwear.

Humiliation burned through me. I curled up into a ball and tried to protect what little dignity I had left.

Yet, they deliberately dragged me out into the open, unboxed the supplements I had brought, and poured all of them on me. The sticky mess covered me from head to toe.

I must have looked pathetic, like a drenched stray, because the passersby pointed at me and whispered among themselves.

Meanwhile, Lyra, the instigator, stood a few steps away with her arms crossed and a self-righteous look on her face.

"Mira, you should just admit that you contracted another STD. Since you haven't infected Mr. Warren yet, I can talk everyone into forgiving you."

I was about to argue when someone called out, "Mrs. Warren is here!"

Elizabeth Green, Joseph's wife, had been the school doctor at the time. She was the one who had diagnosed Lyra with an STD. Hence, a glimmer of hope flickered in my eyes.