Is it the case when one is on the verge of death, they start to recall their past?
Lissy Lock didn't know. Sometimes, she would open her eyes, gazing blankly out of the window, while at other times, she would close her eyes, quietly reminiscing.
She wanted to speak but her voice was hoarse. It came out dry, rough, and unpleasant.
Besides, it was so faint that she herself couldn't make out what she was saying.
She still had to wait for John Fame, but perhaps… she may not hold out till the end.
Lissy Lock looked at her own weakened wrist, then at her thinned arm, gradually struggling to sit up.
With this movement, dizziness hit her harder.
It took her a while to gather a little strength.
Slowly, inch by inch, Lissy Lock moved to the side of the bed, dangling her legs down on the icy floor.
The cold sensation was a stimulant, giving her a fraction of strength.
Leaning on the side of the bed, Lissy Lock tried to stand up.
