My liver had ruptured, and my mother had my bruised brother treated.

Jason and I were in a car accident. My heart was ruptured, and I needed surgery, badly. But Mom, the hospital director, called all the doctors to Jason's room. He had a minor scratch, but they ran a full-body scan on him. I begged Mom to help me, but she snapped, "Can you pick a better time for your drama? Do you know your brother almost fractured a bone?!" I died alone, unnoticed. But when Mom, who hated me most, learned of my death, she lost her mind.