Keme

I thought you couldn't get sick here, but I was wrong. I got a cold a few days...days ago. Except, it's not a cold. It's something called "pneu-mon-ia". Joro says it's dangerous and wants me to stay by her to stay warm.

But I'm cold...

I broke her. It's strange, these deer, how controlled by their emotions they are. How easy it is to use that against them...and how easy it was for her to use them against me. I lost my logic and let my feelings take me over...It won't happen again, mom--Joro.

And I won't ever let anybody hurt you...ever.

Or maybe this doesn't matter. I just feel weaker and weaker every day. I might not be a stag and I'm scared. Really scared because of the way Joro looks at me, with these eyes that look so distant and yet close at the same time. I think she's guessing what might happen...

If I am dying, then, so be it. So be it. I will enjoy these days as I fight. I won't give up or give in just yet. I will find some way...

If only to stay to protect the ones I love.



I need you now.
Anybody...
Please.