Kate squeezed his hand tightly.  It was very comforting.  It was warm—hot, almost.  She thought she could feel the pulse below the soft gauze palms.  Just like her own.  They were both made of gauze.  Was she wearing a white robe, too?  Her head weighed a million pounds, so she couldn’t lift it to see.  She experimentally touched her clothes, but could feel nothing.  Her hand was wrapped up in something.  Now when did that happen?  She took a deep breath—she wanted to tell him.  He was an angel, he must have been.  But the words were stolen from her mouth by a paroxysm of coughing.