Shankar lay still. "Rest your head on my chest," he rasped. Kausalya moved to his side. Minutes later, as the ambulance entered the hospital, Shankar stopped breathing. Six face death penalty for ...
Something in the noise jarred on her ear, for she shivered as she heard it. Hugh rasped away at the bars. A dull old bit of tin, not fit to cut korl with. He looked out of the window again.
He scratched his stitches, pulled at his tubes and cursed at his dad. “I want to play a f-----g game,” he rasped. “I want to kill you.” In surgery the next morning, doctors would discover ...