Following the direction of the breathing, she said again, "Nurse, I've finished drinking. Could you please help me take the cup?"
She couldn't see anything now, afraid she might knock over the cup.
The sound of breathing in the air seemed slightly hurried, as if someone was suppressing something.
In Iris Harris's heart emerged a strange feeling, an unwarranted panic.
Luckily, the person quickly stepped forward and took the cup from her hand.
Iris Harris smiled softly, "Thank you."
She sat on the bed for a while and then said, "Nurse, could you assist me to the couch?"
It should be noon by now; the couch in the room was facing the window, able to catch the sunlight.
The feeling of being illuminated by the sun was wonderful. Although she couldn't see it, it felt very warm.
Soon, someone came to help her peel off the quilt. Iris Harris raised her hand to signal for support, not expecting to be lifted horizontally into the air.
