#Chapter 133: Relief

Grace Eason blinked once and then again. The glow of his eyes wavered and flickered, but the hue they had been before didn't return. The grey started to turn colder, clearer like starlight. His brow furrowed as his eyes shifted around the room. They settled on Ethan for a moment before drifting to me. "Not dead, I guess," Eason rasped. I dove for the paging button even as the words escaped me. Ethan let out a shuddering sound. "No, you're not dead, you absolute idiot!" I hissed. "That's not something to joke about!" Eason's brow furrowed. He grunted. "You're yelling at me... definitely not dead. If I was, you'd be nicer... or not there. I really hope my afterlife is filled with hot men, not whiny sisters." Ethan let out a watery chuckle. "She is a bit whiny. How are you feeling?" He grunted again. "Not dead... Tingly, I guess. My face hurts... Your dad's an asshole." I hissed at Eason. "Don't be so flippant!" "I almost died. I think I'm allowed to be flippant if I want," he