More to the point: if I died in childbirth, then why the hell does it feel like I’m still giving birth?
Ooh, is that God? I always knew He was a She. Which would be so much more awesome a discovery if I didn’t have to die todiscover it.
“Be patient with her. Her body’s going through a lot. Just give her time.”
Is that… Dr. Liza? Last I checked, she was still a member of the living world. Which means either she’s dead, too…
Or I’m not as dead as I think I am.
“Wren, it’s okay; I’m right here. Everything’s gonna be okay.”
That voice makes no damn sense to me. But I’m guessing solving the mystery is going to require some sight. So, with a groan, Iblink my eyes open and promptly cringe against the blinding fluorescents.
Surely heaven has no room for fluorescent lighting. That s**t belon
