“The bloodshot eyes closed, then opened again. Very slowly. “Everything’s all right,” Dan said. “You only need sleep. Sleep will make you better.” “Is that what you call it?” “Yes. I call it sleep, and it’s safe to sleep.” “Don’t go.” “I won’t. I’m with you.” So he was. It was his terrible privilege. Charlie’s eyes closed again. Dan closed his own and saw a slow blue pulse in the darkness. Once . . . twice . . . stop. Once . . . twice . . . stop. Outside the wind was blowing. “Sleep, Charlie. You’re doing fine, but you’re tired and you need to sleep.” “I see my wife.” The faintest of whispers. “Do you?” “She says . . .” There was no more, just a final blue pulse behind Dan’s eyes and a final exhalation from the man on the bed. Dan opened his eyes, listened to the wind, and waited for the last thing. It came a few seconds later: a dull red mist that rose from Charlie’s nose, mouth, and eyes. This was what an old nurse in Tampa—one who had about the same twinkle as Billy Freeman—called “the gasp.” She said she had seen it many times. Dan saw it every time. It rose and hung[…]” Excerpt From: King, Stephen. “Doctor Sleep.” Scribner. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright. I love this book...
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