Oh, please let it be Clint and not the bed. Please don’t let her be thinking about how she could use the sheets to cover up my body and all my blood...after she stabbed me to death.She looked back at me, and I almost jumped. I did jerk a little.She sighed. “Gail.”I waited. She was silent.I started to clear my throat again, intending to answer her, but she beat me to it.“You know a lot of people, don’t you?” Candy asked.I blinked again. What the hell was this about?I nodded, probably a little too. He took the register from my ands purposely touching my fingers. His touch game an electric shock all over my body. I never had any such effect earlier from my husband. I wanted the boy to touch me again and again. But he left the scene immediately. My husband after three months left to Nalgonda on school duty for spot valuation. I was praying God to send the boy for some reason or other. I dared to go to the school gate and the school bell rang for closing. The boy was coming out from the. Although I had naturally never thought twice about the name before.I had flown enough to know the importance of wearing comfortable, loose fitting clothing for a long flight, so I was dressed in a t-shirt and jogging pants. After twenty minutes or so of pre-flight rituals – reading the movie brochure in order to feel disappointed about what films are being shown, and ignoring the safety demonstration – the plane was up in the air. We were all being handed rolled up hot-towels by the flight. He alternated sweating through his clothes with shivering uncontrollably, his complexion going first just sallow, and eventually distinctly yellow, until he looked like someone had coloured all over him with a neon yellow highliter. And all I could do was sit there holding his hand, hoping for Aedan to come back quickly.I’d never prayed so much in my short life.I talked to him, while I sat; back on Earth I’d read an article that claimed coma patients could hear, even if they couldn’t respond,.