Chapter 2- New Life

I sat on my bed, processing the fact that I was really dead and this rude guy was a God. Said rude guy (I am now 70% sure it's a guy), continued his little speech.

"Honestly, if it were up to me, you wouldn't have such a chance, being reincarnated just for saving a little girl." he started pacing. "But one of my... assistants... had blessed the girl you saved and is now pressuring me to do this, so I have little choice."

"Question." I choked out, still processing. "Is Laura okay?"

"She's alright." he said dismissively. "Some minor road rash, but that's about it. Easily cured. A bit distraught, though." he sniffed disdainfully. "I don't know why people make such a fuss about you since you're like this." he gestured to me, my whole body.

"Because I'm awesome," I replied distractedly, trying to compartmentalize my emotions. "So, what world will I be reborn into?"

He gave me an absolutely evil grin. "You'll know when you get there." He snapped his fingers and I instantly felt drowsy. When I was just sinking into the comfort of sleep, I heard his last words to me. "Oh, if you were wondering, I'm a girl."

You know what, I don't even care right now. Good night.
I wonder what's happening in my world?

Third Person POV:

The wail of an ambulance pierced through the sudden quiet that was in Brooklyn, with one Laura White glaring at it, because she knew it was too late.

Katie POV:

I woke up because of the pain.

And when I say pain, I mean oh-my-god-how-am-I-alive pain, rivaling even that which I felt when a truck ran over my body. Later, I realized that was my birth

I will spare you the gruesome details and just tell you: you're extremely lucky that you don't remember your birth, because it is mortifying and the absolute most painful moment of your life.

But the reward of life is worth it, even though I technically owe it to that annoying God(dess? Not sure anymore)'s assistant.

I instantly stopped crying and screaming when someone washed the sticky blood off of me.

"Oh, she must be very healthy. She stopped crying instantly." a female voice (I assume it's the nurse), commented.

"The same can't be said for her mother," a panicked voice some meters away said. Maybe she's helping the doctor?
Wait. What happened to my new mother? I can't see anything. Well, less like I can't see anything and more like everything's blurry. Is this a baby's eyesight? It's horrible.

"I-" the panicked voice cut off abruptly, bringing silence, with not even a beep from the monitors.
Wait-Not even a beep from the monitors?!

I heard three voices mutter a quick prayer, including the person holding me.

"Poor dear, she'll grow up without a mother." someone whispered. "The father will be devastated." a sigh. "I suppose I'll deliver the bad news."

The person holding me kept cleaning me and wrapped me in something warm (a blanket?). While we waited, someone entered my (extremely blurry) field of view.

Looked like a masculine face. Is it my new father? I instantly felt bad for him since my new mother was technically killed by me. I want to cry.
But no. I'll laugh. He probably needs something happy in his life right now.

I gurgled at him happily, reaching up to try to touch his face. My arms were way too short.

Curse this blurry vision! I can't even see his reaction. Did he smile just now? Hm, I don't know.

"What will her name be, Mr. Kane?" the nurse passed me too him and asked gently.

He came to a decision. "Nyssa. Nyssa Elenora Kane."