Watching the tiny droplets of water form a trail as they trickled down on the windows, Reggie forgot for a minute that she too had some drops of her own trickling down her robust cheeks. Mike heaved in pain again, pulling her away from the false serenity she had found temporarily with the raindrops. She was really here, in hospital, watching Mike get worse by the day. He mumbled something she could not make out as she looked on at his once muscular body now greatly emaciated. “Take me home, my healing is on the way” Mike struggled to say. Reggie could not understand why Mike would refuse medication on the basis of Christianity even though he was not getting any better.