Chương 61: You are her legacy

Surprisingly, I get up on my own. I'm a light sleeper, but it's perfectly quiet. There's not too much light in the room, so why did I wake up on my own? Whatever, it doesn't matter. Come to think of it, I didn't sleep very well after almost dying. I guess I just got myself to keep my eyes open. I'm still tired, but less than earlier. But I wonder, is Sam dead, or was it just a dream?

My answer will come soon, the nurse from yesterday comes in and says, "Hey, good morning."

"Mornin'," I reply, awfully cheery after last night. It's not like me to be positive, let alone when things are bad. Or when things are good. Am I that much of a pessimist? Jesus, I need to calm the fuck down.

"So," He pushes a wheelchair in, "ready for breakfast?"

"Yeah," I sigh, honestly not sure. It's inevitable, so why not face it head-on? Besides, I'm prepared for the answer no matter what. I'm ready to face reality. After all, I know the answer, I just need some confirmation. I just hope I'm wrong. I sit in the wheelchair and push myself into the cafeteria, my legs are still weak.

To my surprise, Laureen is already sitting there, all alone. I join her, but she says nothing. I say nothing either, not knowing how to strike up a conversation, let alone saying I saw Sam trying to drag me to heaven with her. I'd probably go to hell though, maybe that's why it didn't work.

"Grace..." Laureen speaks up, looking at me sadly, "I need to tell you something..."

"You can tell me anything," I reassure her, "fire away."

"I-I had a dream," She starts, "but I'm not sure if it was a dream, you know? The thing is, I'm worried. It's about Sam. I saw her in my dream, but she was out of her bed. She wanted me to go somewhere with her, but I said no right away and went right back to sleep. I didn't even care, what if she's dead? Usually, her being up and about is a good thing, but I'm not so sure about this one. It just doesn't feel right. Why did I ignore her? She could've been in danger. She's probably dead."

I sigh and tell her my side of the story saying, "Well, I saw her too. She came to me, telling me that she wanted me to go somewhere with her as well. I hesitated at first, but I eventually gave in. She said she just didn't want to be alone, I felt bad for her. It made her so happy when I told her I'd go." I explain the rest of it, seeing my own body just lying there, hearing the nurses and doctors scramble, the light at the entrance, everything. I even tell her I flatlined and was brought back. She looks horrified at it all.

"S-So," She looks shaken up, should I have told her all of that? "she's dead? Sam's gone? Already? So soon? I'm never going to see her again? I should've spent more time with her..."

"Don't say that," I try to comfort her, "you were a great friend to her, and still are. She might be dead, but she'll always live through the people around her. That includes you. You pass on her short, well-lived legacy. You spent more time with her than me, there's no doubt you guys had a good time. That's all that really matters in the end."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just can't believe she's gone..." She starts crying and I comfort her, giving her little hugs.

In the corner of the room, a dark figure stands. Not noticed by either of the girls, he turns to another dark figure standing right next to him saying, "They know. Little do they realize the consequences that come from leaving the body..."