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“Ruptured ectopic pregnancy.” Blinks, eyes open. “3 amps of Pentazocine.” Blinks, eyes close. “Go test for PCV.” Drifts off yet again… --- Yeah, that was me at some point today. You may be wondering how I got into this situation or what the situation really was. Well, it all began this morning, before the sun was ready to wake up, and neither was I. But I had barely slept the night before, so we were up, myself and my household. I was running around, trying to sort out transportation to take my sister to the hospital, ensuring everything was going well and she was being attended to. I was supposed to be on my way back to school today, but I guess the universe had other plans. The long and short of it is that today was honestly a lot. And because my response to stress is crying, I first found a corner and cried before facing everything else the day had in store for me. Here's the interesting part of today. At some point, my sister needed blood. I was an obvious match and decided to ...