Sands’ condition was described by Owen Carron, his election agent, who saw him for the last time later that day: He found Sands in no shape to talk. He was lying on the waterbed, his left eye was black and closed, the right eye nearly closed and his mouth twisted as if he had suffered a stroke. He had no feelings in his legs and could only whisper. Every now and then he started dry retching. He managed to ask Carron if there was any change. The Fermanagh man said no, there was no change. Sands said: ‘Well, that’s it.’ He told Carron: ‘Keep my Ma in mind.’ Carron bent over the bed, hugged him
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