Then I saw Usher. He was lying on a sofa, but he got up and said hello to me warmly. But was it really him? When he sat down, I could not believe it.
He was a good looking boy, all those years ago. His face was thin but handsome, his eyes shone and his hair was soft and beautiful. Now his hair was thin and wild, his eyes were large and wet and his face was terribly pale. I felt sorry for him.
My friend was acting as strangely as he looked. One minute he was excited and happy, and spoke very quickly. The next minute he was sad and spoke very slowly.
He was glad to see me, he said. He hoped that I could help him and his illness.
