Theodore A faint rustle wakes me up, my eyes burning as I force them open. “That’s too bright,” I rasp out, my words turning into a coughing fit. A nurse hurries to stand next to my bed, filling a glass with water. I take it with shaky hands, fearing I will spill everything. “Slowly, don’t worry about spilling a bit.” She helps me drink by supporting the glass just enough to make me feel like I’m doing it on my own. “Aah,” I breathe out, my throat feeling as if I had been eating sand. “Thank you.” She puts down the glass, passing her palms over her scrubs, and I clear my throat. “Are you an angel? Am I dead?”
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