Literature
A Sixth Sneak-Peek
Someone walked in and stood in front of me, touching my shoulder as he said my name.
"Epic, are you awake?" he asked. I looked up into the pale, thin face of a doctor whose hair was as long as mine, but stick straight and black as tar. He touched my cheek and I sat up, wrapping myself tighter in the blankets.
"Yeah, I'm Epic," I said. He smiled and pulled a chair up next to me, sitting his broad-shouldered, six-foot tall frame onto the maroon pleather.
"Nice to see you're awake, now. I'm Doctor Gerard, but you can call me Isaac. How are you feeling?" You look like a scarecrow.
"Alright, considering
" I lifted my arm and gave an