我在床上看着他。他咳嗽了一次,一条褐色的死血从他的嘴里流出,跑到下巴的侧面。然后他停止呼吸。我想,我会确保我也从未到达这里。(I looked at him on the bed. He coughed once and a trail of brownish dead blood came out of his mouth and ran down the side of his chin. Then he stopped breathing. And I thought, I'll make sure I never end up here, either.)