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still sounded raspy, but at least I could get a word out. Micah said nothing, just continued to stare at me in total shock. I understood that I was laid up in the hospital, but why was he this shocked to see me awake?
    “Mic—” Before I could finish saying his name, Micah bolted out of the chair and ran out of the room like a horde of ghost monsters was chasing him. I frowned as I stared at the doorway. He was yelling for a doctor. Was I not supposed to be awake or something? I was in a hospital room, not on a table in a morgue, so it wasn’t as though I’d shocked him senseless by coming back to life.
    Someone ran into my room a few moments later, but it wasn’t Micah. It was a middle-aged doctor with salt and pepper hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He was followed by several nurses, and they all started fluttering around me, checking the equipment as well as all the places something was stuck into my body. One of them proceeded to fill up about half a dozen vials with blood. Beyond them, Micah hovered in the doorway. His eyes were glued to me and his expression was both scared and hopeful.
    “Ms. Vanream, I’m Doctor Miles Stevens, how are you feeling?” The doctor was standing at my side and proceeded to shine a light in my eyes.
    “Thirsty, weak, hungry beyond all comprehension, but other than that, I feel OK.”
    “Any pain?”
    I took a moment to assess myself. “Nothing outrageous. I mostly feel lethargic.”
    “That’s to be expected,” he said, nodding. The nurses were done with all their checks, but remained in the room.
    “Do you remember what happened to you?” Dr. Stevens asked.
    “Vividly,” I said. “Killing yourself is not something you forget. Or trying to kill yourself I should say.”
    “Walk me through the last thing you recall.”
    “Uh, I was on the Brooklyn Bridge with Micah.” The whole time I spoke my eyes never left Micah’s. “We were trying to stop Renton from using a ghost monster under his control from slaughtering people. Renton was in possession of my reanimation power and I realized that the only way to stop him would be to kill him. Once he died, my reanimation power would die…and so would I. But I guess I failed, though it’s hard for me to comprehend someone surviving a point-blank shot to the chest.”
    “Selene, you didn’t fail,” Dr. Stevens said.
    “What? Of course I did—” I gave the doctor my full attention.
    “If you had failed, Renton would be the one in the hospital being treated for his gunshot wound,” Dr. Stevens said. “There would have been no consequence to you that would have required you to be hospitalized.”
    “Just exactly what are you saying, doc? That Renton is dead, but I survived?”
    “You survived, but not completely unscathed,” Dr. Stevens said. “When Renton Morse died, you did too. You died for about two minutes. But the paramedics were able to revive you.”
    My eyes bulged. “I…I…I died for two minutes?” I could hardly say the words.
    “Yes,” Dr. Stevens said. “But that isn’t all. After you were revived, you immediately slipped into a coma. You’ve been in a coma for a little over a month.”
    “A month…” I repeated. “So it’s…what month are we even in? What day is it?”
    “October thirteenth,” he replied. “Tuesday.”
    “Oh my God.” Micah’s shock and bolt out of the room made sense now. He’d grown used to sitting at the bedside of a woman in a coma. Waking up to find me also awake must have been astounding. I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
    “Wait, wait, wait, this isn’t adding up.” I was frowning deeply. “How…I mean, if Renton is dead…how am I…” My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. This was so confusing.
    “We are not sure how you survived,” Dr. Stevens said. “We have consulted with dead witch and necromancer doctors and specialists, and no one can provide an explanation. What it boils down to is that he is dead, but you’re alive, and have