RUBBY

"No, no," I rushed to her body.

"Trisha, no, don't do this, please; somebody call the ambulance. Trisha," I cried

She stared at me, surprise written all over her face. Then she whispered, "I'm sorry."

"No, no. Trisha, no, please, I swear I'm not mad at you; please don't do this; hold on a little longer. I will take you to the hospital; you will be fine, we will go to Maldives together, we ..."

I was still talking when her hands dropped.

"Trisha, Trisha," I called, tapping her ...