Mosao does not look too good. We found him this morning with his eyes wide open, barely alive. I began to treat him like I treat anyone else. I revived some of the life in him, but it is not much. I am glad that he seems better than this morning. However, I am not completely sure that it will stay that way. I am afraid for him.

  "What do you think it is, Doctor Felix?" Lawrence asked, coming into the tent.

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  I shook my head, "Not a doctor."

  "Yet you're the only one treating anyone. What a miracle. Now, what do you think it is?" Lawrence asked again.

  I shrugged, "I think that it might be water poisoning."

  "Like when Georges got food poisoning?" he remarked.

  I nodded, "But don't tell anyone that. They'll freak out."

  "Why?" he questioned.

  I sighed, "You know why. Georges is dead. Mosao is not. At least, not yet. I'm the one treating him after all."

  "Felix!" Lawrence shouted.

  I do not get why he is so insistent.