^they put their phone to their ear like they’re calling someone^
“Oh yeah mhm... just don't wanna seem like I'm talking to myself.”
"Pft-makes sense..."
“So mind explaining please.”
"Explaining what?"
"explaining what's going on here. Why other people can't see or hear you. Why I can."
"Hm. Well the first part should be pretty obvious-I'm dead, duh!"
"oh... well that makes sense. Given my current status."
"Status? Ack-hang on, hold that thought-"
She winces a bit and unzips her jacket, revealing that her white shirt is covered in a rust colored dried blood stain, covering most of the bottom half of her shirt-and new red is starting to deep through.
"can't you put something on it to stop the bleeding."
"Unfortunately no. And it never stops either. It doesn't hurt, at least..."
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