She was lying motionless on the bed, her good eye fixed pensively on the ceiling. The position of her body was a bit unnatural. Her hands were hanging limply by the sides of the bed, her feet bent inward in puppet like fashion. Only her head gave some sign of life. “Are you comfortable?” I asked. “Maybe. If I am not comfortable, I can’t feel it. I am paralyzed now,” she replied “There must be something I can do for you.”...