Beeps and soft hisses sounded as she struggled to find her mind in the dark cloud cocooning her. Slowly, she swam to the surface of her consciousness, batting her eyes open to a hospital room.
She felt hazy, as if she’d slipped from her body and the two parts had not yet reformed her single self. As she looked about, eyes working to adjust, fighting off an unnatural dizziness that made it hard to see, hard to focus.
Then, with a start she saw the man sitting beside her bed, counting his rosary beads.
“I said it works,” he smiled.
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