“I’m still dead.” And cuddled up to a giant blue pony who has one of his hoof hands attached to my ass. “You’re not dead, Miss Waters.” The nurse strides into my room. “Though I can look at adjusting the medication we have you on for the pain. That might help.” “Did they accidently put me in the kids’ ward?” I know I’m short. It’s possible they mistook me for a child. It would make sense of why my hospital room is full of My Little Pony paraphernalia. Posters, cards, toys, balloons. They’re everywhere. “No. You’re in a private room.” She works quietly, efficiently around me. Checks my chart
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