Title: Missing You
Disclaimer: Lost belongs to ABC
Rating: PG
Notes: Originally published in
Just a drabble
Juliet finished inspecting Jin's wounds, Daniel and a couple of others had picked him up as he swam in the open ocean. Juliet tried her best to be a good doctor, Jin's wounds and burns were not that serious, but still she was very careful when treating him
"You're going to be fine Jin…do you understand me?" she asked calmly
"I can't believe you survived that boat exploiting" said Sawyer without waiting for a response from Jin.
Juliet couldn't resist anymore, she had to ask.
"So everyone else? Did they survive?" she tried to vaguely ask the question, but there was only one name in her mind "Jack did he-" she finally said, but didn't manage to finish the sentence
"Helicopter" Jin said nodding and signaling.
"So the rest, they escaped in the helicopter" Juliet tried to understand, more importantly to put words in Jin's mouth.
Jin nodded, he was still in pain and tired. Sawyer let out a deep breath, and Juliet knew that he was as relieved as she was.
"I'm gonna go check Jack's tent for medical supplies" she said as she stood up, "Can you take care of him for a while?" she asked while looking at Sawyer
Sawyer nodded without looking her in the eye.
Juliet walked to Jack's tent, her mind going crazy with information. Again she had lost an opportunity to leave the island, she had just seen a boat explode…And then there was him, Jack, was he alive? Was he dead?
She entered his tent, and her mind drifted away to the last time she had been there, when she was preparing him for surgery. She let out a sigh, and her lips curled in a bittersweet smile. She began looking for the medical supplies she knew Jack had in one of the cases. She mentally kept an inventory what she had and what she didn't have. She found his red shirt, she smiled. If she remembered correctly he wore that shirt when they constructed her tent together. She held on to his shirt tightly, and tears suddenly formed behind her eyes. She brought the piece of clothing closer to her face, a reminder of his scent. She missed him already. She wasn't sure what the reason for her tears was. There were so many reasons to cry, he didn't love her, he was far away from her, possibly even dead and the last thing she had said to him was not to bleed to death. This thought made the tears flow, she sat in the sand and hugged her legs and began to sob. Once again she had lost someone she cared about, and once again she crying sitting in a dark corner.
