Epilogue

When I wake up, I know I’m in a hospital from the sound of the machines around me.  I became pretty familiar with them the last time I woke up in a hospital.  I sigh and then open my eyes.

Before I even have a chance to look around, I’m being squeezed to death.  “Oh thank God!” Melanie shouts.  “I thought you weren’t going to make it.”

“I won’t…if you keep…squeezing me.”

“Oh, sorry.”  Melanie eases up so I can breathe again.  Her face is bright red as she says, “Are you all right?  Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” I say.  There isn’t any pain at all, which is probably thanks to whatever the doctors are giving me.  I flail around until...

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