Martha found it hard to move her head now. She could hear voices, was sure that Lindsey and Mark were both there. Someone – Lindsey, she hoped – was holding her hand. From time to time a face appeared above her: sideways on, talking too loudly. Calling to her: “Mrs Barclay.”
Martha could barely make anything out in the room; the lights were brighter now but the shadows were dimmer. Perhaps her eyes weren’t fully open. She felt no pain. She wanted to tell Lindsey and Mark that she loved them, but the words wouldn’t come.
Exhausted, she closed her eyes again.