Was being dead like being alive? Such a sense of being physical overwhelmed him.
“He’s waking up”
“This time Frank, c’mon.”
“Call the doctor.”
“I’m on it.”
Who was this person coming into vision? He had a round kind face and glasses. Thick, round glasses. A strange type of angel.
It was definitely his name. This angel knew his name that must be a good sign. His voice was strange though, echoey. Frank sounded like Fraaaaaaank.