"Papa, how are you?" Sonu asked her father, trying to sound cheerful.
Prabhas lay back on bed, his internal organs on fire. "Ma!" he cried out. "Take me away," he mumbled.
Sonu curbed the rush of emotions as she quickly instructed the attender to raise the bed so that her father could be in reclining position. "Has he completed his morning ablutions? Has he had anything to eat?"
