The Island, Right after Flight 815's Crash
When Hurley came to, he was on the sand. He could hear the whirring of a jet engine, screams and shouts, it was pure chaos. He didn't know what to do, what he should do.
Then there was the dude with the short hair that started ordering people. That's exactly what Hurley needed, direction.
"Hey, you! Come here! I need you to get this woman away from these fumes! Take her over there. Stay with her. If her contractions occur any closer than three minutes apart, call out for me," the guy ordered, as Hurley followed along. He was flustered, but he could do that. Then he looked at the pregnant lady and just stared.
"Oh, you got to be kidding me," Hurley said. He made a quick check for scars on the woman's forehead.
Claire, for her part, was too out of sorts to notice anything odd about Hurley's behavior.
"You're not a pregnant jedi, right?" Hurley said, catching his breath.
Okay, Claire noticed that was weird.
[ooc: NFI, NFB, And now the wackiness begins. OOC comments welcome]
Then there was the dude with the short hair that started ordering people. That's exactly what Hurley needed, direction.
"Hey, you! Come here! I need you to get this woman away from these fumes! Take her over there. Stay with her. If her contractions occur any closer than three minutes apart, call out for me," the guy ordered, as Hurley followed along. He was flustered, but he could do that. Then he looked at the pregnant lady and just stared.
"Oh, you got to be kidding me," Hurley said. He made a quick check for scars on the woman's forehead.
Claire, for her part, was too out of sorts to notice anything odd about Hurley's behavior.
"You're not a pregnant jedi, right?" Hurley said, catching his breath.
Okay, Claire noticed that was weird.
[ooc: NFI, NFB, And now the wackiness begins. OOC comments welcome]