"Don't worry ...that is normal ...your legs are reestablishing communication with your brain," Dr. Crumbine said. He was holding my other elbow.
"You're doing very well, William… very well," Katherine Crumbine said.
It was the same voice I had heard when I first awoke several days ago. So it was Katherine whose melodious voice I had heard when I regained consciousness and began thrashing about in bed. It was her cool, soft hands that touched my forehead and held my hand and kept me from losing my mind.
"Thank you," I said, turning my eyes to her as we continued down the stairs.
"For what?" she replied.
"For being the angel in the room when I returned from the dead."
She smiled. "Don't be silly. You were never dead, and besides, I was just assisting Samuel. No angels in this house!"
