Jon: Your brother is not doing so well.

I felt out of place. My feelings were being torn in two directions. I wanted to be there for the Elliot family. I considered them my own family, in a way. But, at the same time, I didn't want to be there. The news was so sad.

I was glad to be sitting next to Katrina. She made me feel a way that I was not accustomed to, and it was a good feeling. I continued to console her the only way I knew how when the rest of the family came in, including a stranger to me that I guessed was Eliza.

After Eliza excused herself, Mrs. Elliot came to the table and sat on the opposite side of Katrina. "What happened, Katrina?"

Katrina was still sobbing heavily. After muttering something which no one could understand, I spoke up. "I delivered a letter, ma'am." Katrina raised the letter, handing it to her mother.

Mrs. Elliot read it silently, starting to breath heavy herself. After she was done, she layed the letter on the table. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and as she let it out, she moaned. "Oh, God."

"What happened, Mother?" Jacob was old enough to understand what was going on. I could tell from the expression on his face.

"Your brother is not doing so well," Mrs. Elliot said simply.

But, Jacob saw right through this. "He's going to die, isn't he?" He started to cry.

"We don't know that, Jacob," his mother replied. "He is not dead yet. And, we will do everything in our power to make sure he gets well." She paused to see if her words were doing any good. She decided to add: "He's coming home. We will take care of him."

I had to return to the camp, but I felt obligated to come back and assist the family in bringing Ed back to health. In a way, he was my brother, too.

The End

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