bunch of annoying ghosts on our hands, and youâre going to be zapping them away all night with your new blue magic.â
âI wish I could sigh,â she said, shaking her head. âThis would have been the perfect time for one.â
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The next couple of hours were the most hectic Iâd ever experienced. Ghosts swarmed me: I was a flame, and they were moths.
I had to stop saying my introductory sentence to people because I had too many messages to deliver. Floor after floor, room after room, person after person, I was chased by loved ones and spouted off as many messages as I could breathe, each one as nonsensical as the next, but filled with meaning for the receiver.
âMaâam, donât go visit her, your husband says sheâs not worth your time, especially since youâre in the hospital and it could be limited.â
âShe was right about the first one, sir. I donât know who the âsheâ is or what the âoneâ is, thoughâsorry, thatâs all your sister told me to say.â
âYou need to make the trip. Huh? Oh, sorry, you need to make the trip soon, like tomorrow. I know youâre in the hospital. Sorry, Iâm just delivering the message from your mom.â
âIâm supposed to mention a green duck to you. Thatâs all they want me to say. I know itâs weird, but your grandparents are the ones who said it, not me.â
Toward the end of my time walking the halls, the messages were thinning out, so I was able to stop and chat a little bit more. As I passed by one room, I noticed a little boy staring intensely at the woman resting on the hospital bed.
I walked in slowly and knelt down next to him.
âHey there, buddy,â I said. âMy nameâs Baylor, and if you want to say something to your grandma, I can help you out.â
He turned to me, his eyes full of concern. âHowâd you know sheâs my grandma?â
That was a tough question for me to answer. The ghosts donât need to tell me. Sort of like how Kristina can show me auras, I can sense the energy running between the loved ones. I can tell right away what sort of relationship people shared, and continue to share.
âWhatâs your name?â I asked.
âLouie.â
âWell, Louie, I guess I just know certain things,â I said.
âCan I help you with something?â the woman in the bed asked. She had a shock of tidy white hair, which didnât move an inch as she leaned over the side of her bed to watch me.
âHi there,â I said, standing up. âMy name is Baylor Bosco, and I can communicate with people whoâve crossed over.â
âYou what ?â Her voice quivered.
âUm, I can talk to dead people.â
She shook her head, her mouth slightly open. âMy drugs are really messing with my head right now.â She shut her eyes tight, clenching her face together like she was bracing for a punch. Then she opened them again, looking disappointed to see me still standing there.
âGrandmaâs funny,â Louie said, smiling sadly.
I smiled at him and looked back at his grandma, whose face had contorted into a pained expression. âIâm too afraid to ask why you keep looking down at that one spot.â
âWhatâs your name, maâam?â
âElmira,â she said. âElmira Ashworth.â
âElmira, your grandson Louie is here.â Heâd walked to the bed and peered over the foot of it, his eyes just barely peeking over the edge. âHeâs wearing a blue baseball hat and uniform. All thatâs missing is a glove.â
She didnât say anything. She just looked at me, terrified.
âLouie, do you want me to tell your grandma anything?â
He seemed just as upset as his grandma was. I bent down again to talk to him quietly.
âHey, buddy, itâs okay,â I said. âYou donât have