Neighbor's Son Had a Seizure; Warning Told Me Not to Help

Ten at night, and a knock came pounding at the door. "Janet, are you home? My son's having febrile seizures. Can you drive him to the hospital?" I had just started to stand up when a line of text suddenly drifted across my vision. Don't go. Her son is already dead. If you take her to the hospital, she'll turn around and accuse you of driving too slow and delaying his treatment, then demand two million dollars from you.