Tears rolled down her cheeks as she struggled to swallow the dark, greenish concoction. Her breathing was hard and unsteady. I held her thin trembling hands while gently placing her head on my lap to ease the process of feeding her on the liquid as instructed by the physician. She couldn’t walk. Her legs had grown extremely weak and her whole body was covered in blisters. 

Her eyes, which had sunk deep into the sockets of her emaciated face, suddenly broke into a glint of hope: “Thank you so much for saving my life. May my God richly bless you” she managed to whisper. I smiled and patted her bony shoulders.