And so, the days passed, and Lucas Ryan returned to work at the hospital.
Everything seemed to go back to normal—except for the fact that I was really, truly dead.
I often sat in the hospital's small garden, lost in thought, unable to understand why I couldn't leave Lucas Ryan's side.
Before I knew it, it was the day Evelyn Snow was discharged.
As her attending physician, Lucas was called up to the sixteenth floor to perform her final checkup.
I followed him into the room and was greeted by the sight of Evelyn, dressed to the nines. Without her hospital gown, she looked as though she had never been sick a day in her life.
"You're here?" she said casually, glancing at Lucas with a bright smile. "Finally, I get to leave this place."
"I won't have to worry about anything going wrong with me again," she added, running a hand over her chest as she laughed lightly.
Lucas didn't respond. He silently walked over and began the usual procedures for her discharge examination.