You'd think I'd be used to hearing I'm going to die.
Nope. The second I heard Paul say that, I jumped off the bed, raced to my bathroom, and threw up everything I'd eaten in the last year, it seemed.
I reached up with a shaky hand to flush the toilet after an eternity, and saw Paul standing behind me. I hadn't even noticed that he'd grabbed my hair and pulled it back out of my face so I could throw up properly.
"Thanks." I said shakily.
"No problem." Paul replied, smiling in sympathy at me.
I sat there for a moment, wondering what I should do about this. I mean, I wanted more than anything to go back home to Jesse and my parents, but it just wasn't that easy. Ron and Lara were the only ones with access out of this island.
"Paul..." I started, then stopped. I didn't want to ask Paul Slater for favors. Then I'd be in his debt. Not cool. Of course, it's either Paul or death...
"Yeah Suze?"
I swallowed. Right now, I'd take Paul. I'd take Paul over death any day!
"Can you take me to Jesse?"
Paul smiled sadly, but took ahold of my hand. "As you wish."