Special. I didn't want to be special. But he told me I am.

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It explained the transparency of Whisper. I flicked my gaze between Officer Dene and Whisper. We sat in silence for a little while before Officer Dene excused himself.

"Excuse me. I'll be right back," he said, getting up and walking out of the room. I looked over at Whisper.

"So, how-" I started, trying to figure out how to phrase my question.

"How did I die?" She asked. I nodded. She sighed.

"It's a little complicated. Basically I got into a riding accident. The horse jumped, but I wasn't ready for it. I slipped, falling. Basically, the horse went crazy and trampled me to death. Well, near-death. I was pronounced dead upon arrival here." I didn't know what to say.

"I-I'm sorry," I muttered. She shrugged.

"You get used to it after a while," she said.

"Oh. Okay," I muttered.

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We talked for a little while longer, until Officer Dene and Dr. Smith walked in. Dr. Smith kept glancing over at Officer Dene like he was mad. Officer Dene sat in the chair by my bed, leaving Dr. Smith standing. Dr. Smith cleared his throat.

"Miss Raiyne, Officer Dene here has persuaded me to discharge you, as he will take care of you," he said, casting a distasteful glance at the officer. I smiled at Whisper, looking over at Officer Dene after Dr. Smith walks out, muttering something about paperwork.

"Thanks, Officer Dene," I muttered. He looked at me.

"No problem. And it's just Stephen," he said. I nodded.

"Thanks...Stephen," I said. He nodded, his glasses slipping down his nose a little. Dr. Smith walked in with a wheelchair. He unhooked me from multiple machines, and Stephen placed me in the wheelchair. He gave me my bag, and we headed out of the hospital. Whisper walked alongside us, helping Stephen get me into the car. I inhaled sharply as my ankle hit the floor of the car.

"Sorry," Whisper said. I looked at her.

"It's okay," I slurred, pain making my voice thick. Stephen turned around in the front seat of the police car, looking at me.

"I'm hungry," I said. He nodded.

"I figured," he said.

"I want coffee." He turned around, driving out of the hospital parking lot.