She was cold. She was alone. She was bare. She was there, lying there in the dark, invisible to everyone who walked past her. Every footstep that grew loud sprouted a pinch of hope in her half paralyzed body. Nobody stopped. Nobody turned. She waited and waited and waited in hope for her angel to come to her rescue. She was starting to feel numb inside out. She saw blood on the road where she lay. She hadn’t realized that she was bleeding. Her body had stopped responding to pain. She had been lying there for hours together that time wasn’t a measure anymore.