dded back, 能說話。我又說了好幾個神音歌手。內莉表示點點頭。

and I saw her try to smile. I was not a singer, but I decided to pretend that I was. It was not

我看到她試圖微笑。我不是個歌手，此時此刻，我很想我是。不可想象，內莉可能隨時在

unthinkable that Nellie might die ring this ride to the hospital, that I would be the last face she

路上去世。我是她最后一個見的人。她的語氣顯的吃力。我想說些相對那些“你哪里痛呀“更有

ever saw, the last voice she ever heard. I wanted to say something meaningful to her, something 意義的話。我握著她的手開始唱歌。

other than “Where does it hurt?” So I started singing, and I held Nellie’s hand as I sang.

We reached the hospital, and she was wheeled to one of the ER rooms. I touched her thin

我們到了醫院，她被推到急救室。我拍了拍她瘦弱的肩膀，她看著我，“照顧好自己”

shoulder. “Nellie,” I said. She fixed her eyes on me. “Take care of yourself.” She gave me one

味深長的看了我一眼，轉過臉去。

long last look, and then turned her face to the wall.

When I climbed back into the ambulance, there was no more trace of Nellie. The driver had

當我重新回到救護車上，那里已經沒有內莉的蹤影。司機正在清潔和消毒。我們走吧

cleaned and sanitized everything. “Let’s go,” I told him. As the ambulance pulled out, I felt like

我說道。救護車駛出醫院。我感覺自己仿佛哭了，但是我的眼睛里沒有淚水。就像內莉一樣。

crying. But my eyes remained dry, like Nellie’s. Hobbies: sewing and gospel music, I thought as

。當我們在黑夜中駛向家里的路上，我又想起了她的興趣愛好：縫紉，福音音樂。

we glided in the darkness of the night toward home.