i sat on the left bench between two armed men , understanding that they still dont trust me . no , ill be fine , she said . but who would- you leave the bag , radio ahead , complain that you 're ill . she was much younger than subject # 5 so that shouldnt happen . he called up to the look-out . `` please , put me down , '' she murmured , her tongue thick , throat gone bone dry . you know , im supposed to love them , but sometimes they just make me sick ! 