Victoria sprang to life, coughing up large mouthfuls of
blood as her internal organs healed and reformed. As she continued coughing, Derrick
quickly rolled her onto her side as she cleared her airways. Once he was sure
she was done, he pulled her into a seated position and looked her over. Her leg
had healed and the gaping wound in her stomach had closed. “How do you feel?”
“O—k. I—I’m…I’m fine,” Victoria replied, looking herself
over. Her clothing was still soaked in her blood but her aches, breaks and
injuries were all gone. “Should I go to the hospital? What if everything’s not
right?”
“You’re ok, Victoria. I don’t believe there’s a reason for
the hospital, but we can absolutely go if that will put your mind at ease.”
Touching her forehead, Victoria did a physical check of
herself, shaking her head in confusion. “Am I—did I…?”
“No, you didn’t die. You’re still you. I can hear your heart beating,” Derrick answered. Victoria placed her hand over her heart and sighed. “Victoria, I am so sorry. I was coming to warn you and—”
