Allen was now trembling and he was mumbling in a low voice, “Mother. . . . . . Save. . . . . . . Me.” Amy only looked at his pale face and she tried to soothe him, while caressing his head. Allen was now crying and tears were falling down from him eyes.
“It. . . . . . . . hurts. . . . . . . . . . Please. . . . . . . . . . Don’t.” Mumbled Allen in a rough voice. Amy was now stunned, as she never saw a single men shedding tears and he was the first one to do that. Amy after witnessing his condition started to stroke his head down very lightly. She then whispered to him in a low voice, while grabbing his hands, “I am here with you. Don’t be afraid, alright. Everything will be alright. Just go to sleep.”
After that she started to move to the kitchen. She then started to look inside his
