This month has emerged tragedy after tragedy. One such of these was today. Nothing was going wrong at all at the beginning of the day. We were eset to move tomorrow. The hunters and the suppliers set out, like usual, to get food and some firewood. We stayed back and gathered some water in our canisters, heating it up to the right temperature.

  Around noon, I was alerted that Georges had fallen sick. I immediately went to treat him. Georges is just a child, younger than even me. He's just a bit older than Angelo. I wanted nothing more than for him to get better as soon as I got there, but I knew that it couldn't possibly happen. He looks very bad. I figure it was food poisoning. I want to throw something after finding out what he had. He loves to make food, yet it could possibly be the death of him. I would not be able to handle it inside my mind. However, I have to remain strong and try to help him as best as I can, despite our few supplies.

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  Lawrence came in after a while, "It's warm in here. Every time you treat someone, I just need to come in here and sit. It's so nice. Don't worry, buty the way, I'm just checking on you. How is he?"

  "Better than most people are when they are food poisoned, but it's still bad," I told him.

  "Do you think he's going to survive?" he questioned, whispering.

  I shook my head, "I'm not sure, Lawrence. I don't want to lose someone else."

  In truth, I want to cry. I might have another breakdown like I did a month ago. I wouldn't be surprised. There are so many things that I want, but it seems that none of them are fulfilled. There is no hope for us any longer.