Her Living Corpse “Here to see Ally again?” The old woman behind the front desk asks me. I nod and she types something into her computer. “Someone will be here to take you to her room in a moment,” she tells me and I nod. I sti down in one of the plush chairs. Sorrow erupts in my chest as I remember out last meeting the day before. How she would only respond to tnod and shake her head.
“Jason?” I look up to see one of the clinic nurses gesturing towards me. “Jason, she’s ready to see you now.”
As I walk down the hall I hear the panicked scream of another patient. One who make have lost her mind to the same degree as my Ally. Or maybe this one was only halfway there. I debate in my mind what I would rather have if I had a choie in the matter. Would I rather see the dead look in my best friends eyes every day when