[ WP ] `` You do n't just ask a girl why she 's dead ! ''

She turned back to me, `` Do n't worry darling, everyone goes through it.'' 
 She took my arm gently, as if she was expecting me to freak out or something. But why would I? You've been admitted to enough wards in your life and you kind of get used to invasive questions, overly sensitive orderlies and the feeling that nothing here will help so you might as well go along for the ride. I turned to the old man with the wiry white hair. 
 `` I got hit by a car.'' 
 He shrugged, showing obvious signs of disappointment. The lie was enough to keep him off my back. I turned to the matronly woman beside me. 
 `` Um, I do n't want to offend. But is this heaven or hell?'' 
 `` Oh, darlin', `` she shoo-shooed the question, `` there ai n't no thing like those. Now, you look like a large, right?'' She picked up a thin robe from the trolley and passed it to me. The fabric was some polyester, almost translucent in its lack of substance. `` Now then, go into that room there and get out of those burnt clothes.''
