Dead Med

by Freida McFadden

You need to become more familiar with swallowing.”

At first, I think he’s making a joke. But he isn’t. He actually means that I need to learn more about the cranial nerves involved with swallowing, not… well, you know.

“Your roommate shot you?” I gasp.

I’m seeing Heather in a new light. She may be annoying, but at least she’s not homicidal. (Yet.)