Xander struggles to sit up. “Did they leave any of those scalpels around?” I look around the room. Everything is white and smells of bleach. Hospitals make my eyes and nose hurt. “I don’t see one. Why?” “All right, I guess we’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way.” He pulls the pillow out from behind his back and hands it to me. “Please smother me so I can be freed of this cruel world.”
