He wakes with a start in the middle of the night, his head pounding so hard, he can barely move for a moment. He coughs hard, bending at the waist. He forces himself out of bed, making his way out of his house, stumbling on to the lawn. He had to move fast, which would prove difficult in the dark. He hears it again- screaming, so loud and painful. ( Read more... )

He props up his head with his hand, starting blankly at the monitors in front of him. (Looking but not really watching.) He's felt progressively worse over the course of his night shift, and now it's just getting ridiculous. At first he blames the lack of sleep, but now his chest feels tight and he feels like a radiator.

He sighs. This is ( Read more... )

He's not sure how much longer he can keep this up. The disappointment must be killing him, he's sure of it. But here he is, yet again, aimlessly wandering through the jungle. Just hoping, praying that, for once, he'll get lucky and stumble upon his wife. He knows that there's more than a few words to describe this habit of his- pathetic, useless, ( Read more... )

It's pouring. Jin runs quickly through the village, a quickly dissolving paper bag clutched in his right hand. He gets to Sawyer's door and knocks, shaking some of the rain out of his hair. He realizes how long it's been since he talked to his close friend. He wonders what to call him. Sawyer, Jim, James? Obviously Lafleur wasn't necessary anymore ( Read more... )