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\chapauth{Ben Biddick}
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\chapter{The Cough}
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He was so sick. He had a terminal disease. He vomited tears from his
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eyes. He threw up over and over again. He was always sweating. Sweating
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to the point of dehydration and delirium. The doctor couldn't find out
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what was wrong. He just knew that my friend was going to die. Anyone
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could see that! The doctor was dismissed from trying to help. He could
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do about as much as I could.
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I sat by my friend day and night. Crying and cursing right along with
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him. It was driving me insane. My friend was going to die and I could do
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nothing to stop it! His bed sheets were soaked with the odor and liquid
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of perspiration. He was rambling on, mumbling nonsense. What could I do?
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My brain! His body! He screamed with all of our agony.
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I prayed constantly to God, First I prayed that my friend would
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heal. After no letup from this horrid sickness, I prayed that the Lord
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would take my friend's soul so that I could rest! You call me inhuman?!
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You can never understand. You did not see your best friend frothing and
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foaming, sweating unrelentlessly, going to the bathroom on himself and
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laying in it for days! That is what is inhuman, not me.
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The idea finally sprang into my mind. I laugh with the thought of some
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rest from this terrible nursing. I giggled with delirium myself! I would
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be rid of this forever! Yes, I would do it!
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I grabbed a urine stained pillow from the floor and shoved it over the
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face of my friend. I first heard him choke and giggle, than in a few
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seconds that seemed centuries, his body tensed. He scratched at me. He
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tried to get the pillow away but he was too frail. Ha! He soon began to
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relax eternally.. Soon enough, the man was dead.
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I took the pillow from my friend's face. He had no pulse. His chest
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showed no movement. He was dead. Suddenly, a wave of depression and
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sadness drenched my body. I cradled my friend's sweat-soaked head and
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began to cry. He was so cold and so gone. He had died with his eyes
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open. I was too tired to close them.
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I staggered out the door. I would finally be able to rest. Oh, Lord
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forgive me, I could rest. What was that? Something peculiar sounded from
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the room behind me. It was a dead man's cough\ldots
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