C42 Joining Forces

THE tiny and muffled voices of the people around filtered into Carrie's ears as she laid helplessly on the hospital bed, a drip bag attached to her left hand.

The owners of these voices were actually close to her, but she could hear them like they were in whispers, as she struggled leaving the afterlife and coming into the real world.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her palms tightly fisted