Bessie sits in a chair in her lab coat beside Regina’s bed, reading from a fashion magazine. “The latest must-have accessory for this winter is apparently the boyfriend scarf, besides a four-leaf-clover brooch, that is.” She leans towards the patient. “The scarf should be long enough to wrap around both your neck and his. How you can walk like that remains to be seen, ha-ha.”
She gets up to feel Regina’s feet, which are ice cold. Wrapping the blanket tightly around them, she sits back down, the magazine on her lap. “Yep, you’re astral traveling. Wonder if you’re experiencing the same things I did. Or is it different for every soul? Kind of a personal journey into the next dimension, maybe. You better come back soon so we can share our stories.” Bessie gets up to gather her things. “I hear
