I look out into the ocean and I think about home, the house I grew up in. My mom would love it here. I don't think she'd mind if she were stranded here, even. She loved being out in nature. There's this guy who has a tent at the edge of the beach. I haven't talked to him much because he's kind of grumpy, but he collects bugs of all kinds in empty jars and water bottles. He and my mom would get along great. She could sit for hours and talk about animals of all kinds. Bugs, rodents, fish, you name it. She loved them all. I contemplate jumping into the cool, salty water but before I can really consider it, I hear my name being called from the campsite.

"Tia! Tia, I need you now!" It's Shannon and there's a panic in her voice. It must be bad if she's asking for my help. I run barefoot up the beach and to her tent.

Boone is sitting there and his face is completely bashed. He's bleeding from several deep cuts on his face. I reach for a water bottle and put it to his mouth, tilting it for him to drink. I think back to my supply kit, and I don't have enough to clean him up. There's so much blood covering his face, and I can't tell if he needs stitches. I hand Shannon the water and walk to my tent. As I put on socks and then my boots I tell her "We need to get him to the caves, fast. I don't have enough stuff here." She stands him up and I run to his side. Together, we help carry him into the jungle.

It's a fifteen minute walk, but we move fast and make it there in about ten. Boone could probably walk on his own, but he's lost blood and he seems dizzy. We break the tree line and Shannon shouts "We need some help over here!"

Jack is sitting by his infirmary holding gauze to Sayid's head. He jumps up, gauze and alcohol in hand. We set Boone down. "What happened?" Jack demands.

Boone raises his head with difficulty and says "Sawyer."

Jack starts dabbing at his head, but Boone protests. "Jack, its fine. It's just a scrape."

"Yeah, lots of scrapes today. I'm running out of peroxide."

"Me too. That's why I brought him here," I say.

"He just jumped me, man," Boone says to Jack. I notice he won't look at me.

"Why?"

"Shannon has asthma."

"Asthma?"

"I've never seen her have an attack before," I say. I look over at her. She is very winded from our trek tough the woods.

"Because she had an inhaler. She's sneaks hits when no one's looking. She's been embarrassed about it since she was a little kid. I guess breathing's not cool."

Jack tilts his head up. "Had an inhaler?"

"It ran out a couple of days ago. But I had four refills which should have been enough for a couple of months. But she always forgets her medication so I put it my suitcase. Today I see that jackass reading Watership Down…"

"You're losing me," Jack says.

"It was in my bags, the stuff that I checked. If he has my book he has my luggage, if he has the luggage he has the inhalers. Her breathing got really rough today, man. If she has an attack, it's not going to be good."

Jack finishes on Boone and stands. He's fuming. Without grabbing anything he exits the caves, toward the beach. I look at Boone. "Are you okay?" I ask. But he ignores me and walks over to Shannon, who is still breathing heavily. It irks me that he's ignoring me and I decide two can play at that game. I walk over to the medical supplies. Sayid is still sitting there, holding the cloth to the back of his head. I realize he never came back from his mission yesterday to triangulate the French woman's signal. "What happened to you?" I ask.

"Isn't it obvious," he sounds irritated.

"No."

He sighs and begins to explain. "Yesterday I attempted to locate the French woman's distress signal in the jungle. Boone let off his signal from the beach and Sawyer let of his from the jungle. I started to get a signal, but I was hit from behind."

"Is the equipment okay?" I ask.

"No, it was destroyed."

"Who would do that? That could have gotten us another step closer to rescue."

"Your guess is as good as mine." He stands and gets his footing, making his way back into the jungle.

I fill up my water and grab a half-full bottle of peroxide. With Sawyer on the beach, I don't want to be short-handed again. I make my way back to the beach. When I get there I notice Kate and Jack arguing by Kate's tent. As I approach I hear Jack say "I'm gonna kill him."

"That's not going to help us get the medicine," she says.

"Maybe not, but it'll feel good."

"So what's stopping you?"

"We're not savages, Kate. Not yet."

"Let me talk to Sawyer," she insists.

"What makes you think he's going to listen to you?"

"He says we have a connection."

Jack is surprised. "Do you?"

"Please," she says sarcastically, walking off.

Jack sees me walking in his direction. "How's Boone?" he asks.

"Oh, you know. Fussing over Shannon as usual," I say, trying not to make it sound like a complaint.

"How's her breathing?"

"Rough and heavy, but she'll be fine for I little while."

Jack notices the bottle of peroxide in my hand. "What's that for?" he asks.

"Just in case. I left you with three full ones, don't worry," I reassure him.

He nods, his face calming down and his breathing getting more regular. "I'm heading back to the caves," he says.

"I'll be right behind you. I'm gonna put this up." I jog over to my tent and lift the plank of metal that my cushions sit on top of. Underneath I've dug a hole to keep the small amount of supplies I have from Jack. I set the peroxide down and cover it back up. I fill my back pack with empty Oceanic bottles and run to catch up with Jack.

When we make it back to the caves, Shannon is worse. Boone is by her side, coaxing her to calm down. "Just try to breathe," he tells her. "Breathe. Come on, Shan. Work with me."

I notice Sawyer over by the waterfall, filling bottles. Jack storms over to him. "Give me the inhalers," he demands. "Now!"

"Hell, I wondered when you were going to stop asking nice," Sawyer says. Jack loses it. He punches Sawyer right in the face. Sawyer stumbles to regain his footing. When he comes back up, his lip is bleeding. "Well, it's about time, cowboy," he says. "Been telling you since day one, we're in the wild. Didn't think you had it in you." Jack punches him again, this time harder. Sawyer comes back up. "That all you got?" he teases.

Jack looks around the caves. Everyone is staring at him. He shakes his head and walks away.