Alexie Douglas Facebook ad: “My Turn to Watch You Make Your Choice”

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Madeline was sitting alone by the window in the family waiting room at Pine Bay University Medical Center. She was in a hospital gown, her face pale and drawn. Beside her sat a flower basket stuffed with white daisies. Her dialysis port was infected, and the doctors had made the risks painfully clear. If this living donor transplant was delayed again, she might not get another chance. When I pushed the door open, she was crying into her hands. “Elara, the transplant’s canceled.” She handed me her phone. On the screen was a screenshot of a text. Julian’s eligibility had been revoked by the ethics committee, it said. The surgery was off. In my last life, the real cancellation notice had come down just like that. Back then, Julian admitted to the independent donor advocate that he wasn’t ready to bear the risks to his health and career. The surgery was canceled, and three days later, Madeline died. After that, I heard my family repeat the same words every night: *If you hadn’t stopped him, she wouldn’t have died.* But now, looking at that screenshot, the boulder that had been sitting on my chest for ten years finally shifted. I braced a hand on the back of a chair and said softly, “That’s great.” Madeline stopped crying. I went on. “At least Julian won’t have to pay for this with his health for the rest of his life. You can go back on the waiting list, and the doctors will keep treating the infection—” The door to the adjacent storage room swung open. Julian stepped out, still holding the pen he should have been using to sign the final consent forms. My father, Owen, my mother, Diane, and my aunt Renee followed him. A tiny red light glowed from the flower basket. Madeline reached in and pulled out the phone hidden beneath the daisies. The camera was pointed straight at me. “I told you,” she said. Tears still glistened in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were starting to lift. “The first thing she says when she hears I might die is, ‘That’s great.’” My fingertips went ice-cold. Not because they had tricked me. But because I recognized the choice they were making. In my last life, they had needed me to stop Julian—so they could pin Madeline’s death on me. In this life, before I’d even had a chance to speak, they were already prepared to make me the villain. Julian lowered his head and swiped his thumb across the screen. I stepped toward him. “Don’t send it.” He glanced at me and hit send. “What are you scared of? Isn’t that what you said?” A chorus of notification chimes erupted from the fundraising group chat. Madeline’s expression shifted slightly. “Julian, I only meant to show our family.” “Better if everyone sees it.” He stared at me coldly. “Saves her the trouble of pretending to care about me in front of the doctors.” I pulled out my own phone and snapped a photo of his screen. The fifteen-second video was already in the group chat. It started with me saying, “That’s great,” and ended with Madeline bowing her head in tears. The rest of my sentence—“At least Julian won’t have to pay for this with his health for the rest of his life”—was gone. Beneath the title, my mother, Diane, was the first to like it.“Delete it.” I didn’t lunge for the phone. I just looked at Julian. “You recorded me in a private hospital room without my consent and deliberately edited out the context. Washington is a two-party consent state for private conversations, and the hospital has a strict no-filming policy.” Renee snorted. “You do two years of law school and now you think you can scare your own family with legal jargon? We were just messing with you.” Diane stepped in front of Julian. “How were we supposed to know you’d say something so vicious? If your conscience was clear, why would the context matter?” My phone buzzed. An email from Professor Ward. “Elara, the university hospital just received a video involving you. The Patient Advocacy Internship committee has suspended your recommendation pe......

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My Turn to Watch You Make Your Choice