Title - That's Rough...
By - PheonixFireBlack
Summary - Set in The Moth. Drabble. Charlie's P.O.V. near the end of
the ep. around the camp fire. I liked that bit, so I did this.
Genre - General
Rating - PG-13
Category - Lost
Feedback - Please? I'll love you forever!
Criticism - I'd love it if you have it!
Disclaimer - I don't own anything. Life sucks. I'll go cry now.
Notes - I just liked this. It was just a short little thing that popped
into my head, so, naturally, I wrote it. Yeah, you know how bad
Charlie's hands were shaking? Well, that's about me right now. DAMN! It
got freakin' cold freakin' QUICK!
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That's Rough
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I take the cup offered by Hurley with shaking hands. I can't believe how bad I'm shaking. This has got to be the worst I've ever been. And I've been pretty bad in the past. As I take a sip from the cup, I'm wondering if my hands will ever stop shaking. If that's even a possibility. It doesn't seem to be one at the moment.
"Dude, you feelin' ok?" Hurley asks, "'Cause you look kinda--"
No, you git! I'm not all right! Why would you even ask someone something like that when they're shaking bad as I am? Then again, maybe it's not such a bad question. Wait. What do I say? I can't let the entire island know. Locke and Jack already know. That's enough people to know about it. But what do I say? Fuck!
"Flu. He's got the flu."
Funny. It seemed like Jack said that a lot quicker than the time it should have taken me to let all that run through my head just then. Who am I kidding? My mind's on overdrive. I have a feeling that this means no sleep for me. Not just for tonight. But the next few night. If not the next week or longer. Oh, this is gonna be sheer hell.
"Aww, man, after all you've been through? That's rough." Hurley said before shaking his head and walking away.
Rough? Yeah. Yeah, if it was the flu. Well...actually, cutting the use off cold turkey. That's rough too. Guess it all works for the same thing. Same context, different meaning. No. Not a different meaning. It means the same thing in both contextes. Is contextes a word? No, it's probably contexts. I don't know. To be honest, I don't know much of anything right now.
I look over at Jack and realize that it's all right. Everything'll be all right in the end. I'll be fine. He'll help me. He's a doctor. That's what they're for, right? To help people. People that are sick. Well, I'm beyond sick. I've got a disease. So to speak. Had one. Don't have it any more. It's gone. Burning. In the fire. I can hardly believe I did that. But I know that I did.
Jack leans over, "Hey..." He whispers to me.
I cast him a sideways glance, a questioning look clearly etched in my face.
"It'll be all right..." He straightens up and goes back to staring into the flames.
So do I. Staring at the flames is very interesting suddenly. But that isn't on my mind right now. Everything being all right is. I'd kind of known that it would be. But he confirmed it. And I know...I really know that everything will be all right in the end. And that's a great thing to have to focus on and look forward to. I've gotta have something to keep my mind occupied. Because if I don't....I think I just might have some seriously bad reaction to a withdrawal.....
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Notes - Well, it was longer than I'd thought it'd be, but I loved it. It was great fun to write. Hope I got the character on all right. I think I did. Any matter...
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Later days,
-PFB-