I resisted the urge to tug at the tubes going into my body while I listened to the doctor talk. “Dead for thirty-seven minutes.” “Had to use a defibrillator.” His voice droned on and all I wanted to do was to eat him—sink my teeth into his flesh and tear out a big chunk of meat, chewing it while warm blood trickled down my chin. The smell of him made my mouth water.
“By this time tomorrow, you’ll be able to go home.” He patted my knee.
A smile stretched my lips—tomorrow. I’d have me some doctor then.