Tracy went inside the room. Marc was lying in his bed, his right leg suspended in mid-air and a nurse was changing some of the bandages around his head.
"Marc?"
He looked at her, and for one second she believed there was a glimpse of recognition in his eyes. But then it was gone, like a mall flame that tried to burn bright and then lost the will to survive.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Tracy and I have come to take care of you"