It seems a tragedy has befallen us. Roy does not seem good today. In fact, I am sure that he will die. He is coughing and not stopping. He has been coughing up blood for the past while. I am worried, but I have accepted his fate.

  He has definitely accepted his own.

  "Don't try to save me, Felix. Save your breath. I know you have other things to attend to," Roy told me between coughs.

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  I rolled my eyes, "You haven't been in this tent a lot. You don't know what I do."

  "You do a lot?" he asked.

  I shook my head and Lawrence came in to warm up. I can tell that Roy will probably not live to see tomorrow. Lawrence knows this too. Angelo seems down by it, but I have tried to get him to accept Roy's premature death. Roy certainly did. We live another day, but barely.