He looked so pale and fragile and I flinched from sudden fear that he didn't manage through the night.
At the first second he had told me about his plan I knew that was a bad idea but he had been so sure about it. How could have I said no to him?! That was how we ended up somewhere in jungles far from any help we could get or at least ask for.
He had a fever and was unable to think straight but he was still going to keep looking for others as if there could have remained any chance for them to survive. After all it was already two months we had been looking for them without any sign of success and it was two weeks since Miles and Juliet stop searching.
I should have done something. I should have made him stop but I couldn't force myself to take his hope away and now I was paying for my weakness. I looked at the man lying near me and prayed for him to live long enough for me to get him to the infirmary.
I knew that even if he'd survive this trip the next one would be his last. I knew he wouldn't stop and I knew that I couldn't let him die even if it meant that I would spent my life searching without any hope to find our fellow survivors. I'd do that if it stopped him from risking his own life. But there was nothing I could do right now except for praying for him to be strong enough, praying for my friend to stay with me.
A/N: I like very much so called Dharma fourth, lol. But it appeared to me that among my stories there was almost nothing about this particular pair. It was always about Juliet and James with some part of Miles here and there. So I decided to fix that.