Joe has been ill for over a fortnight now. Several medications were given to him to see if he can get better. At first, he was not responding to treatment. His children had to try the orthodox method for healing. Within days of administration he started responding and almost got better. They were all relieved and Joe discharged.
Just about a week after his discharge, Joe took I'll again. He had suffered a relapse. The ailment became serious and Joe had to be rushed back to the hospital. It came with much vigour this time around, as if it was battling to regain lost grounds, clawing back with all its strength.
Joe thought that he has seen the end of it all. With each passing day his condition kept deteriorating. One night, Joe saw two strange fellows circling around him as if they were about to ferry him to an unknown destination. He wanted to shout but lacks the energy. He wanted to run, but that too was near to impossible. Am I dying already, he kept asking himself. Are these fellows friends from hell? Oh, Lord save me! Ain't dying yet, he kept encouraging himself.
In a matter of minutes his imaginary friends from hell stopped circling around him and one of them in a very awry and shrill voice said No!!! Not yet!!! One more time. The fellow held the other and both raised up their hands as if they were about to invoke some mysterious powers and both of them flew up high and upwards with Joe who was already dazed with fear guessing at them.
As they became distant and out of sight Joe sneezed and woke up. He felt his body and lo he looked much better. His eyes kept roving the entire ward to see if others also noticed what had happened but incidentally nobody did as they were more concerned with responding to the doctors and nurses on ward round.