James
I’ve always heard those stories about people who die on the operating table, and they end up outside their bodies, looking at themselves. Well, that’s what happened to me. I was floating comfortably, like I was suspended in warm water, and there I was, or at least my body was, looking like something that had been put through a meat grinder. My head looked kinda funny on my neck, like it wasn't really connected any more. I wasn’t so much worried about my body though as I was about Julianna. I felt relief when I heard her call out to me. At least I knew she was alive. I wanted to answer her, but my floaty self didn’t seem to have the capacity to speak. I knew she was hurt, I knew she was scared, but I couldn’t reach her.
I watched everything play like a movie, and felt m
