I have been taking care of Kimi all day. For some reason, they still view me as the most qualified, despite my efforts of talking them out of it. It is a horrible idea. Someone will surely die on my watch. This morning, Yuri announced that we would stay here another day and keep the fire going with the small amount of firewood we have. Him and Lawrence ordered me and Kimi to be the only people in the tent. Lawrence said that he would check on us every once in a while to make sure I wasn't sick. I firmly stated my opposition, but it failed yet again. What state has this world fallen into that I am the most qualified to be a doctor of all things? I cannot fathom the idea.

  Kimi is an extremely nice guy and an even better hunter. He talks to me often and tries to do his best to help the unit. It is very saddening to see him this way. I do not know how to help. I just told him to stay in bed. Other than that, there is nothing that I can do. He told me that he doesn't usually get sick, so he doesn't know what is wrong now.

  Eventually, I heard a ruffle behind me. I told Lawrence to go away and that I was fine. I heard a familiar grumble and I glanced back. My eyes fell on Angelo and William the American. If Angelo is not with me, he is with William the American or Georges, a Greek boy. It didn't take keen eyes to see that they were all similar in age. However, Angelo is still definitely the youngest. I told them to come join me. There was no point in telling them to go away. They wouldn't. They came beside me, but kept their distance from Kimi. I told them that I knew enough to know that Kimi wasn't contagious.

  "Is he going to die?" William the American asked, getting to the point. That's just the type of person that he is. He is a Stark contrast from the older William the Aussie, who acted almost directly like Daniel.

  Angelo and Kimi looked up at me expectantly and I shook my head. However, I know in my heart that what I ensured was not likely true. Kimi has gotten sicker and sicker, and there is nothing that I can do. Angelo stared at me and pressed his lips together. He sees right through me, Angelo. I don't know how, but he does. I asked William the American to press the cloth on his head, and that I would take about an hour break. I dragged Angelo out of there and brought him to the campfire. There, I saw Yuri sitting in silence.

  "Has something happened?" Yuri soon asked me, his eyebrows raised. I shook my head as vigorously as I could, to make sure that he saw my gesture. I cleared off the snow on a log and sat on it. I sat in silence for a moment, staring at the fire. It was not as bright as it was yesterday. The firewood is almost gone. I could've brought up that we should head south to get more, but I was hesitant. Now, I regret this. Perhaps I shall bring it to his attention tomorrow.

  I told Angelo to sit beside me in his native language. He looked utterly shocked. I have met enough Italians in my lifetime and in my work to understand a bit of Italian. Angelo sat beside me, nonetheless. Another guy, Igor, came over and sat with Yuri. Igor only spoke Russian, so Yuri was the only guy that he could talk to. I looked toward Angelo, not knowing how to break it to Yuri.

  Angelo said something to me very quickly in Italian. It took me quite a few moments to piece together what he had said. He asked me to tell Yuri what is more than likely about to happen. I told Yuri what is going to happen. Kimi probably isn't going to make it to tomorrow. Yuri wore a deep scowl and closed his eyes. Igor asked him something in Russian that I couldn't piece together. After Yuri responded, Igor looked at him confused.

  Yuri pointed behind me and asked, "Are you sure?"

  I looked to where he was pointing and saw Kimi standing there, seemingly perfectly fine. Angelo smiled a little. Kimi hugged me quickly before jumping up to go tell his group that he was fine and could probably even go hunting tomorrow morning, before we leave. Everyone gathered around the fire, laughing and clapping, for we were all fine and warm around the fire. We had materials for days, food for two, more water than we could drink, enough firewood for the night, and Kimi was okay.

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  I celebrated with them. I couldn't resist. However, my anxiousness did not fade. I have seen this before, when my old unit made me stay back in the medical ward while they went and fought in the trenches. Someone sick looks like they get better, then they aren't. They are gone like they never existed. But I stayed there, celebrating. If there was one moment of silence, peace, and celebration, I would take it and cradle it gently in my arms. Alas, all things come to an end.

  Once we retired to our tents, I grabbed my diary and began to write. Angelo moved and sat beside me. He brought a small lantern and his blanket. Soon, on the other side of me was Lawrence. Precious Lawrence. My brother in everything but blood. They were gazing at my diary, trying to read everything I wrote. I told them that they were both nosey.

  "Can I please read it?" Lawrence pleaded. Angelo had crossed his arms and was growing, like he was about to go into a deep sleep. I groaned, then showed them it. They were constantly questioning every bit of it.

  Eventually, Lawrence laid down and went to sleep, where he still is now. Before he was completely taken under, I inquired whether sicker was a word or not. He told me that it depends on the context, but usually it is. Daniel, who I didn't know was still awake, called Lawrence a liar. According to Daniel, it was not a word. I should therefore use 'more sick'. Lawrence told me that it was just because the Brits think they are all "posh"—as he put it—with their formal English, and they don't speak it right. Perhaps I should seek out William the American or even Henry the American and ask them. The Englishmen are confusing me. If worse comes to worse, I will ask William the Aussie, but both the Brits and the Americans say that he doesn't speak English right. I am utterly confused.

  Angelo stayed awake with me and continued reading my diary. He even read the old entries from when I worked in the French and British units.

  "Do you speak Italian?" he asked me, moving the lantern so he could better see my reaction. I shrugged, not sure what to tell him.

  Angelo raised his eyebrows and closed my diary, "Felix, do you?"

  I said his name. He sighed and muttered he was sorry. I don't know what to do when people tell me that they are sorry for something, so I handed him my pen.

  "Why did you hand me this?" he questioned. I shrugged. Honestly, I just did it to confuse him. I then told him I only spoke a bit. That was harder for me to say than anything else. I could never really tell him, or anyone, why I wouldn't usually admit that I am not completely fluent in Italian. It shouldn't be that hard, should it? I grabbed my pen from him and opened my diary again. He eventually went to sleep.

  I was ashamed of myself that I didn't speak it well enough. My whole family spoke everything great. They spoke English, German, Latin, Russian, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Hindi, and so much more that I could really use on this mission. More specifically my father; he spoke everything. When I was growing up, maybe six years old, they used to only speak different languages around me because I wasn't catching on to anything they were saying fast enough. I still can barely understand Angelo and Antonio when they go on rants and it is so frustrating. I should know what they are saying. I should be the translator for the group. That is why I got into this unit in the first place. I could understand different people from different places. But it's all a lie. I can't do anything for this group other than watch. The only thing my parents managed to do with that was allow me to learn to guess very, very quickly. Even though that was awful for me, once I get back to France, I just see my mother again. I want to be with her. She was the only one who would sit down and take the time to show me what they were saying. All I want to do is go home to her as a hero and not a failure.

  I want the war to be over today. If that was my one wish. If I had to die for it. I want the war to be over, even if it consumes me and this entire group to the grave forever. At least I will be with all those lost to this awful war.