The Fiance Who Chose Poison

The world snapped back into focus, not with the acrid smell of my own burning flesh, but the sterile scent of the ER.

Just moments ago, flames engulfed me as my colleagues stood by, fire extinguishers in hand, watching me die.

Now, I was whole, unscarred, alive.

Then I saw her: Dr. Emily Hayes, the newly arrived resident, her eyes wide and eager.

I knew that innocent smile hid poison. I had lived through it-I had died because of it.

Her first "prediction" came quickly: a critically injured patient whose life she calmly declared over.