Chapter 8

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I try to restrain all my urges to run, hug, and kiss him. I do my best to steadily walk towards him and lower my heart rate, this can't be good for the baby.

He takes my hand in his, it is sickly pale. "How are you alive?" I croak out of my scratchy throat.

"Well," he starts, "I was never really buried, before I died I asked my parents to donate my body to science. I figured that if I can't enjoy my body for a while because of cancer, why not help develop research to prevent this from happening to other people. So they started running experiment upon experiment on me, until one doctor discovered how to regenerate tissue, much like they did when they found Su the dinosaur. So they started to regenerate my body, they never thought that it would have regenerated my brain though.

"You're alive." The words escape my lips as a tear rolls down my pale cheek.

Gently, he takes my ghostly, puffy hand in his and says, "That's right Hazel Grace, I'm alive, and I think that I just might stay a while.".

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