The assasin and the healer

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Sorchas eyes flutter open, and she reaches a thin hand for her neck. The light of... where ever she was... blinded her.

Hadn't she been dead a moment ago?

"Hey," says a male voice from above her.

"D... Dorian?"

"No... I'm Sam. Im taking your case. I'm uh... really sorry."

Her eyes adjust to find a man, about her age with light brown hair and eyes.

"Sam, where am I?"

He tucks his hair behind his ear and blushes, obviously concerned. "You're... well you're," he clears his throat, "in the afterlife."

She shoots up, her head stopping a fracture of an inch away from his.

"What." She whispers.

He gives her a small smile. "Sorry."

She closes her eyes. "What do you mean 'take my case'?"

"I'm... well... in charge of you for a few months."

She gives him a small oh before opening her eyes back up.

"Will I ever see him again?"

"No."

"Then on with the tour."

He smiles, and stands up, holding out his hand for her to take.

She promptly ignores him, and tries to push herself up.

"You may not be able to walk for a few hours."

"How am I supposed to take a tour then?"

"Well I can carry you," she blushes, "or I can get you a temporary wheelchair."

"Wheelchair please."

He moves to pick her up, and she sways his hand away.

"I said wheelchair." She growls.

"I have to get you there, now don't I?"

"Oh," she blushes, and he scoops her up against his chest, carrying her bridal style.

Her heart thunders against her rib cage, as he holds her close to his warm chest.

"Here we are," he says gently setting her into a black chair.

She looks around at her surroundings, spotting a small girl being pushed in a wheelchair just like hers. She girl spots her, and waves, and Sorsha waits a moment before tentatively waving back.

"Sam why is there a little girl here?"

He clears his throat. "People die at all ages in Adralan."

She looks at her lap, as Sam starts pushing her over to the archway of clouds.

"When did you die?"

"Oh, about two years ago. I was tortured to death for no reason but loving her."

"Who was she... if you uh don't mind me asking."

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