Hazleton:
Bear "Hey," Bear said. He knelt down next to Winston where he lay on a cot. "What's going on?" Winston nodded. "I think it's just something else, Bear. I know Cammy is worried, thinks it's my heart, but I don't think so."
Bear nodded. "What can I do?"
"Nothing, really. I think it just has to run its course." He shrugged.
"Pain in your chest? ... Arm?" Bear asked.
"Arm aches. Pressure in my chest. I got a bad ticker... I know it. I get that sometimes. I got Nitro... plenty," Winston said. "But you don't think it will get worse?" Bear asked.
Winston lowered his voice. "It's a bad ticker, Bear. Been bad before; been worse, better. I really think it's going to be okay. I don't have that feeling of doom. I can't explain it better than that. You get this feeling when it's really bad. I don't have that." Winston finished.
"We'll probably be here the rest of today and tomorrow. Then we're thinking of pulling out... if you think you feel up to it. So, rest. Let me know... but be honest about it. Let me know how you feel," Bear shrugged.
Winston shrugged too. Bear stood. Cammy stayed where she had been, seated on the end of the cot.