I could hear a low moaning sound that came from my own throat.
I could feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

A gentle hand was brushing them away and some one was speaking to me.

I was lying on a soft bed.

A sweet-faced woman was bending over me, whom I had never seen before.
"Where am I ?" "In the hospital," she answered.
"The singing--who is singing ?" I asked.
"It is the chapel choir," she answered; "the services are nearly over now.

It is Sunday." "Is Rayel here ?" "Your friend?
yes, he has been with you every day." "How long ?" "Almost a month." I tried to ask other questions, but a drowsy feeling overcame me and I fell asleep.
When I awoke again Rayel was sitting beside me.