“Why do I let you talk me into this stuff? First the whole foods, then the yoga, and now this.”
“Be quiet,” Sunbeam hissed. “He’s an actual god. He’s got to be way better than just some human doctor.”
They fell silent as the shimmering nude form of the god walked through the door. He didn’t bother to open it first.
“So,” said Patten, “am I dying, doc?”
Glowing white eyes fixed on him. “Yes.”
“You are always dying.” The god shrugged and picked up a stethoscope. “I’d try not to worry about it if I were you.”