Prim opened her eyes slowly. The light was too bright, and the room too cold.

Had she died too? Was she at the morgue? Were dead people aware that they were dead?

“Prim.”

She turned to see Sam sitting beside her on a chair.

She tried to sit up, but he placed his hand on her shoulders, and gently pushed her down.

“No. You have to rest.” He said. “You really need to Prim, think of your baby.”

She closed her eyes.

How could she relax? How did anyone relax in a ...