[ WP ] A teenage girl was resurrected and was given 10 wishes . The rule is , with every wish granted , somebody she knows dies . She is n't aware about this rule .

Cassie walked home under the stars, in the cold quiet of a November night. She could not remember where she'd been or what she'd been doing before she was walking. Her side hurt. It felt bruised. A car passed by and she flinched, feeling strange to react so strongly to so little. 
 
 She heard a panting, mewling sound just off the sidewalk, through a lane, behind a thick, raggedly wall of shrubs. On her knees and palms, she looked through the roots and saw a little black shape. A small cat, black, wet, breathing fast and shallow, yellow eyes rolling wildly. It was gashed along the side. Cassie tried to pull the cat free from the shrub, but it swung sharp claws at her and crawled deeper into the black. 
 
 Cassie sat back, lost and confused. There was some place she needed to be. 
 
 `` Please be okay,'' she whispered. `` Please be okay.'' 
 
 Perhaps the cat heard her. Perhaps not. Either way, it darted out from the shrub and disappeared under a nearby fence. Fast and nimble. Like any other startled, stray cat. Cassie watched the space where it had gone for a moment, wondering. She could n't chase it, though. She could n't do anything. So she stood up and returned to walking. 
 
 Where had she been? How late was it? 
 
 Another car zoomed past, lights blazing, wheels churning as it slowed slightly to make a sudden left turn. Then there was a horrid sound. The smallest thump. A grinding, tearing sound. Hard brakes. 
 
 Cassie ran, turning the corner, to see the car stopped in the middle of the street. The door was open and a man was standing up in the frame, looking out. When he saw Cassie, though, he darted back inside the car, shifting gears, reversing, then pressing forward down the dark street. 
 
 From a distance and under pale, purple street lights, Cassie could see well enough what was in the middle of the street. She stepped forward, unsure what she hoped to learn, what she could even do. The thing was dead, and if it was n't, it was far beyond anything Cassie or anyone else could do. From ten meters, it looked like a Lab. It was greenish-white in the street light. Cassie turned and walked away. 
 
 What was happening? Why could n't she remember how she came to be walking the streets so late at night? 
 
 Somewhere in the distance she heard the wail of a fire engine. But that was behind her. She kept moving forward. 
 
 At home, she was yelled at. Where had she been? Saying she did n't know was not the right answer, but it was the only answer she could manage. 
 
 The next day, Cassie's mother asked for help with her insulin shot. Cassie gave her ten times the necessary dose. There was a part of her that was aware it was wrong, but it did n't speak up. Or, if it did, it did n't speak loudly enough. 
 
 In the hospital, at her mother's bedside, Cassie said, `` Please be okay. Please be okay.'' And she was. Almost immediately. It was something of a medical marvel. They kept her in the hospital, though. They were concerned about her confusion and short-term memory loss. 
 
 The woman in the next bed died that night. She'd only come to have her appendix out. 
 
 Outside the hospital, as she waited for her mother to be wheeled out, a man approached Cassie. He was older, with rumpled clothes and sweat on his cheeks. 
 
 `` It's *you*,'' he said, waiting clearly to reach out and grab her. `` The girl from the other night.'' 
 
 Cassie did not recognize the man. She'd never seen him before. 
 
 `` I gave it to you, did n't I?'' The man was frantic, shaking. `` Someone gave it to me, and I swore I would n't pass it on, but then I... I was n't paying attention. I do n't drive well at night. I should n't have been driving. I *shouldn't've*. But Maddie needed... she needed... oh, I'm so sorry. I never thought... I never thought...'' 
 
 A woman came, swooping in, pulling the old man away. `` I'm sorry,'' she said. `` He's had... his wife just died. I'm sorry. He's a little lost right.'' 
 
 `` A fire,'' said the man. `` And she was always afraid of that, too. God, she was terrified of that...'' 
 
 Cassie reached out, but the woman was already directing the man back inside. Cassie's mother came out then, eyes wide. 
 
 `` I saved a boy!'' she said, clutching at her daughter's hand. `` I did! In the waiting room, a boy was having an attack - *something* - he could n't breath. Raul here stopped to help him. He was all blue. And I *prayed* Cassie. I prayed he would n't die. Then suddenly..'' She snapped her fingers. `` He was right at rain. Perfectly fine. Do you believe it? A miracle!'' 
 
 Cassie's chest felt tight and cold. The sky above was overcast. 
 
 `` It's going to rain,'' she said hastily, helping her mother up from the wheelchair. `` Let's get home.'' 
 
 As they stepped off the curb, Cassie eyed an ambulance as it rushed into the emergency entrance. There were shouts. People running. It was a hospital. It was normal, Cassie told herself. And people died every day.
