How long can we stand for it...?

It's that the only thing I keep on telling to myself...

...how long...

John it's not well, it has fever and I think the wound on his arm it's infecting, we have no antibiotic here, no medicine at all, if he doesn't get to a hospital this could get ugly...I'm trying to explain him this, but it's like he refuses to see the reality, he says "he has work to do" and just turns around...

If anything happens to him I will be trapped in here, I've seeing those military troopers carrying supply's to the trucks...John tells me they mustn't know we are here, that's too dangerous, but how dangerous could it be if the only person ho knows what's going on gets seek, or even dead?, I can't allow that to happen....I simply can't...he is not only my ticket out of here, but he's also my friend...

I nee to get my hands on those antibiotic...

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