Allen’s mother walked into his room to check on him. They were no more candles or white smoke in the room; they were waiting for him to open his eyes; as Elder told his mother. He informed her that the cleansing was complete, and all they needed to do was wait for him to wake up.
She moved closer to his bed to check on him and was surprised to see his eyes open.
“Oh! That frightened me. You’re up. How are you feeling?” She sat beside him and spoke softly. She placed her hands on his forehead to check his temperature. It had gone down. “Your temperature has finally returned to normal. Can you speak?” She inquired, but Allen just shook his head no softly.
His mother looked at him pitifully, and she remained silent for a few moments, staring at her son.
“Does it hurt?” She inquired, sadly
