“Are you the grim reapers?”
The question came from the soul of the old woman who abruptly appeared at the foot of the bed. Benjamin shook his head.
“My name is Benjamin,” Benjamin introduced himself before gesturing at Eric. “And this is Eric, my boyfriend. We’re here to provide you some guidance.”
“I’m Martha. I’m not ready to move on, though.”
“You have to,” Eric said. “You can’t stay here on the mortal plane indefinitely.”
“Why not?” Martha retorted. “You don’t feel dead to me. You still feel warm to me unlike Benjamin. Or the grim reaper who attempted to fetch me earlier.”
“My case is complicated,” Eric explained. “Let’s not talk about me. Is there a reason why you don’t want to cross over?”
Martha was quiet, and she turned to look at her husband. “It’s George. He has problems remembering things, and it’s difficult for him to walk around on his own. My biggest concern is he won’t take his medicines on time.”
“He’s sick?” Benjamin inquired.