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“You’re supposed to cook those,” Rhygel says, and I swear, I felt him sigh somehow.
“It’s only thesuggestedpreparation technique. Besides, it’s not bad. Not great, but I’ve had worse,” I say into the link.
Another eatery patron pulls up and exits his vehicle. Just in time for me to prove my point. “Excuse me, sir. How do you prepare yourCup O’ Noodles?” I ask, holding up the mangled cup.
He gives us a startled once over, gaze lingering on our chewing mouth. “Not like that,” he says and hurries past us.
I shrug, an action I’ve seen many humans do and continue walking toward our next collection site, because as good as I am with humans, none of us are very good at driving.
After I’ve crunched through the hard worms, I pull out what I assume to be a preserved meat stick, but decide against eating it as it smells like the inside of an intestinal tract. Instead, I wash down the noodles with the whole container of chocolate milk.
It sits heavy in the host’s stomach, but she needs fuel, so I unwrap the last item.
A curious treat I found right in front of the cashier’s stand called aRing Pop.
“That can’t be food,” Barbas says from the back of the host’s mind.
“It looks as if it’s meant to be worn,” Typhon adds.
I slide it onto my finger and put the jewel in our mouth. “It’s both!”
I throw away the remaining containers and head into the massive building that holds the vast majority of souls on the verge of expiring.
The city hospital.
We blend in well with all the others visiting ailing relatives, so I don’t have to worry about that. My only focus is on finding the next soul about to leave this plane. And for that, I use the same second-sight that allows me to sense my teammates within the host’s mind.
It’s more of a vague directional awareness rather than actually seeing a path before me or a person’s soul within them. I have to simply follow the feeling and in no time I’m at the foot of someone’s bed.
This woman looks young, too young to be so close to death’s door. Just barely middle-aged for human life expectancy.
I take the woman’s hand in mine. “Don’t worry,” I utter, and the woman’s closed eyes fly open.
“Lily?”
I freeze in place. The woman recognizes the host. It’s not ideal, but I am the best equipped to handle this situation.
“Yes,” I say, but as the words leave me, another sensation pulls my attention inward.
“Hello?”
Chapter8
Lily
At first, I convince myself it’s a dream. It has to be. Everything is disjointed and far away, like a dream.
Washing down uncooked ramen with an entire half-gallon of chocolate milk? That’s got to be a dream, right?
Then nothing until right now.
I open my eyes, or try to anyway.
But I can’t see anything. In fact. I don’t feel like I have lids to open.
What the fuck is going on?
“Be not afraid. I bring you good news and great tidings of joy,”a booming voiceinside my headsays.
