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Authors: Amy H. Allworden
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But the thing is, I couldn't see water or buildings...just a sunrise on a horizon far away.” He was trying to tell me what he knew, that was for sure but I couldn't make out what it all meant.
“So, how long can you stay?” I made sure I didn't sound too hopeful or desperate. “I mean, is there a thing you have to do and then you'll move on?”
“No idea,” Nic pushed back from the bed. “There isn't a handbook or a travel guide or anything. Sometimes I get the feeling that there's something important I need to do, like there's something I'm late for. Other than that, I don't know.”
He ran a hand through his close cropped hair and gathered himself up. “Well, that's not entirely true.”
“Oh?” My heart started keeping time again and I wished it would just simmer down.
“The last time, when you told me to go,” My cheeks reddened. “I saw that horizon and it was getting closer. I almost saw another person before I heard you yelling.”
“You heard that?” I quickly cataloged everything else I had said while under the anesthetic.
“Yeah,” his mischievous smile told me that he knew what I was thinking. “I think all of the afterlife heard it, you were pretty loud.”
“When I heard your yell I realized there was something I needed to do.” I waited for him to explain.
“All my life I've been fighting, struggling to overcome the accident and make something more for myself,” he took a deep breath. “I can do that for you.”
I didn't really know what to say. Did he mean that he could overcome something for me, but why? He must have known I was confused so he continued to explain.
“I mean, I have a skill that you need. I can teach you how to be strong...if you want. You're going to need therapy and after that, getting your stuff together.” I had started to understand and the single thought going through my head was something like this...'this guy came back from the beautiful, enticing shores of the other side to save me...twice.' I didn't know how it was going to happen but I decided right then and there that I would make sure he stayed with me for as long as I could keep him.
Chapter 8
It didn't take long for Dr. Gannushkin to figure out that Nic was back. I tried my best to keep it hidden but each time she was around Nic seemed determined to blow his cover by making me laugh inappropriately or throw him a nasty scowl. It wouldn't have been so bad but I had this feeling that she was gathering evidence for some elaborate trial. I had these weird dreams that all featured Dr. Gannushkin sitting behind a wide desk and wearing one of those big white wigs with a long black judges cape. In my dream her silver spectacles would be perched on the end of her nose and they would read out my conviction. Sometimes the verdict would be a little different but the ending was always the same. “Committed to an insane asylum” the spectacles would say before they tumbled off her nose and I woke in a sweat.
One day, shortly after my surgery, she came to see me but she wasn't alone. She had brought someone with her. This someone was like no person I had ever met before. He was young, maybe early twenties with smart slicked hair and a nice pressed black jacket. That wasn't the odd part.
Around his neck draped a southwest patterned scarf and tucked into his collar was the distinctive little white square that said he was a man of the church. In his hands he carried an elaborate cross and a well worn bible. Instantly my stomach flopped to it's side and did a little spin. Visions of horrible exorcism movies flashed in my head.
“Good
“So, how long can you stay?” I made sure I didn't sound too hopeful or desperate. “I mean, is there a thing you have to do and then you'll move on?”
“No idea,” Nic pushed back from the bed. “There isn't a handbook or a travel guide or anything. Sometimes I get the feeling that there's something important I need to do, like there's something I'm late for. Other than that, I don't know.”
He ran a hand through his close cropped hair and gathered himself up. “Well, that's not entirely true.”
“Oh?” My heart started keeping time again and I wished it would just simmer down.
“The last time, when you told me to go,” My cheeks reddened. “I saw that horizon and it was getting closer. I almost saw another person before I heard you yelling.”
“You heard that?” I quickly cataloged everything else I had said while under the anesthetic.
“Yeah,” his mischievous smile told me that he knew what I was thinking. “I think all of the afterlife heard it, you were pretty loud.”
“When I heard your yell I realized there was something I needed to do.” I waited for him to explain.
“All my life I've been fighting, struggling to overcome the accident and make something more for myself,” he took a deep breath. “I can do that for you.”
I didn't really know what to say. Did he mean that he could overcome something for me, but why? He must have known I was confused so he continued to explain.
“I mean, I have a skill that you need. I can teach you how to be strong...if you want. You're going to need therapy and after that, getting your stuff together.” I had started to understand and the single thought going through my head was something like this...'this guy came back from the beautiful, enticing shores of the other side to save me...twice.' I didn't know how it was going to happen but I decided right then and there that I would make sure he stayed with me for as long as I could keep him.
Chapter 8
It didn't take long for Dr. Gannushkin to figure out that Nic was back. I tried my best to keep it hidden but each time she was around Nic seemed determined to blow his cover by making me laugh inappropriately or throw him a nasty scowl. It wouldn't have been so bad but I had this feeling that she was gathering evidence for some elaborate trial. I had these weird dreams that all featured Dr. Gannushkin sitting behind a wide desk and wearing one of those big white wigs with a long black judges cape. In my dream her silver spectacles would be perched on the end of her nose and they would read out my conviction. Sometimes the verdict would be a little different but the ending was always the same. “Committed to an insane asylum” the spectacles would say before they tumbled off her nose and I woke in a sweat.
One day, shortly after my surgery, she came to see me but she wasn't alone. She had brought someone with her. This someone was like no person I had ever met before. He was young, maybe early twenties with smart slicked hair and a nice pressed black jacket. That wasn't the odd part.
Around his neck draped a southwest patterned scarf and tucked into his collar was the distinctive little white square that said he was a man of the church. In his hands he carried an elaborate cross and a well worn bible. Instantly my stomach flopped to it's side and did a little spin. Visions of horrible exorcism movies flashed in my head.
“Good
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