She felt she could never meet his look again.
"Are you better ?" she whispered.

"Can I--will you let me--help you ?" "No," he said.

"Just--leave me!" He spoke quite quietly, but the very sound of his voice sent a perfect storm of emotion through her.
"I can't!" she said almost fiercely.

"I won't! Let me help you! Let me do what I can!" He stirred a little, and his brow contracted, but he never took his eyes from her face.
"Don't be--upset," he said with an effort.

"I'm not going--to die!" "Tell me what to do," she urged piteously.