Tom tells us all about life on a boat. Theo listens intently. Roman zones out. He tells me his stomach's okay.
Then, we all decide to find a spot on the beach to watch the Blue Angels. We navigate through the crowds, watching the sky for the jets.
Tom laughs with Theo, while Roman stays quiet. I watch him closely. He doesn't look okay.
"Roman?" I ask, touching his arm gently. "Is your stomach okay?"
He looks at me, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his cap.
"Yeah, whatever. I'll make it."
He shakes my hand away.
Then he stumbles.
"Roman!" I yell, grabbing the bag of his sweater.
Theo and Tom rush to Roman's side.
"Bro, are you good?" asks Theo, his forehead creasing with worry.
Roman looks pale. He shakes his head.
"Bro...," he says weakly.
Tom grabs Roman's arm and hoists him over his shoulders. He strains underneath the weight of Roman.
"There's a first aid tent over there!" yells Theo.
Roman's eyes are closed. He looks so peaceful but he must feel very sick - sick enough to let himself be carried in public.
A jet roars overhead. I glance up to watch it thunder past, and when I look back, Theo, Tom, and Roman are gone.
I'm lost.
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