Framed for Murder​

Summary

During the night shift, I refused my stepsister’s request to administer an IV to her patient.

I had to watch with my own eyes as the seven-year-old boy died from an allergic reaction to the wrong medication.

In my last life, the moment I’d finished hanging the IV bag, the boy’s furious family stormed the nurses' station, beating me black and blue.

“It was you! You gave him the wrong medicine! You poisoned my grandson!”

But it was just a simple glucose drip. Nothing should have gone wrong.