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Before I Wake

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I wish someone would give me a list of the rules I mumbled.
There are no rules. Except the one that says you have to go away so I can get some sleep. She climbed into her bed, rolled onto one side, then pulled the covers over her shoulder. Tomorrow well overthink the whole thing together. In great detail.
No! No detail. There wont be anything to talk about! I insisted. But she was already asleep. And for just a second, I envied Emma more than anyone else in the world.
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I MET TOD in the lobby of the E.R., where he eyed my button-up pj top and shorts with exaggerated disappointment. Business first, I said.
What if my business is love? I could be
I put one hand over his mouth. If you call yourself the love doctor, Im outta here.
He pulled my hand away and held it. I was going to say Doctor of Love, but I guess thats close enough.
I rolled my eyes. Come on, lets get this over with before I chicken out. The last time I was in the morgue, I was the body on the table.
We blinked into the viewing area downstairs and chill bumps popped up all over my skin before we even stepped into the back rooms. The morgue is a creepy place to be, even for a dead girl. Maybe especially for a dead girl.
Tod studied a chart on an empty desk in the front office while I hung back, trying not to remember waking up on a cold steel table in the next room, half-covered by only a white sheet. Hes scheduled to be autopsied tomorrow. Drawer three, Tod said. You sure you want to do this? I could just check for you.
I shook my head. How am I supposed to walk up to some horrible Netherworld creature Ive never faced before and say, Hand over your soul, when I cant even work up the nerve to look at a dead body?
Youve seen dead people before, Kaylee.
Yeah. Several of them, including a few who got up and walked around after the fact. But never here. It seems so much more final here.
Lets hope thats true for Scott.
There was one employee on duty, so we had to wait for him to take a bathroom break, after I vetoed Tods alternate plan. He wanted to scare the crap out of the poor man by opening and closing all the refrigerated drawers until he ran out screaming.
When we finally had the place to ourselves, Tod pulled open drawer number three, and I closed my eyes, mentally steeling myself for the worst. Kaylee, look, he said. So I looked.
It was Scott. And he was really dead. Peacefully, permanently, truly dead.
I exhaled slowly and spent a moment staring at him in profound relief. Scott and I had never been close, but I wouldnt wish what hed suffered on myworst enemy. Except maybe Avari. And Mr. Beck.
Okay, there were a couple of enemies Id wish insanity, possession, and brain damage on, but Scott wasnt one of them and I was glad his suffering had ended, even if it ended in death.
But then the confusion set in. So, if hes really dead, what did we see in his room at the hospital?
No clue. Tod slid the drawer closed and leaned against it, arms crossed over his chest, like he was perfectly comfortable in the morgue. Doppelganger? Clone? Bodysnatcher? Name your horror movie clich.
You forgot the evil twin.
What was I thinking? Maybe Im getting a fever. Why is there never a naughty nurse around when you need one?
Naughty nurse? Damn. I brought the wrong costume.
A candy striper will work in a pinch. Did you really bring it?
Yeah. But I hadnt yet convinced myself to actually put it on. Lets get out of here. I took his hand and blinked us into the empty fourth-floor room Id already scouted out and stashed the costume in. We were at the end of the hall and around the corner from the nurses station, to minimize our chances of getting caught.
Tod glanced around the room, his hand warm in mine as his gaze skipped over the armchair, the narrow hospital bed, and Ems costume hanging on the shower rod, visible through the open bathroom door. Whats all this?
This is what passes for privacy, in the social disaster that is my afterlife. No parents, no classmates, no E.R. waiting-room patients
They wouldnt be able to see us, anyway.
I know, but Im still having trouble controlling my own corporeality, and even if I werent, it feels like people are watching us, even when they cant possibly be, and Im not into exhibitionism, so I spread my arms to take in the entire unused hospital room. Privacy.
Instead of glancing around the room, Tod looked straight into my eyes. Youre the best girlfriend ever. Seriously. If I had a trophy, Id give it to you.
For appropriating a hospital room and borrowing a Halloween costume?
He shook his head and pulled me close. For being here. For saving my afterlife and my sanity. For making me look forward to every single day, instead of dreading eternity. And for the record, I dont care whether youre wearing jeans, or the hottest, most workplace-inappropriate candy-striper uniform to ever grace the sterile white halls of this humble public death trap. Im just glad youre here.
My stomach flip-flopped, and I let his words play over in my head. So, no costume?