Days on the Island: 3, 5PM
You know, I thought my life was filled with drama, but it's nothing compared to what's going on around here lately.
It had started pouring that insane, apocalyptic rain again out of nowhere. I crouched in the doorway of the tent (although, can you really call an open flap a doorway?) and watched everyone run for cover. I suddenly saw my stuff, well...my carry-on and the few things I've claimed as 'my stuff.' I wouldn't have cared, but my only picture of my mother was in my purse, plus there was….well, there were things I had carried too long to lose in some rain.
Shrapnel Man moaned and I glanced at him anxiously. I knew I couldn't just leave him. What if something happened in the two minutes I'd be out there? Jack would never forgive me. Before I could talk myself into making a mad dash for it, Kate appeared.
"How is he?" she asked, drenched.
"Kate," I greeted her, relieved. "Thank God. Look, my stuff's out there. Could you keep an eye on him for a few minutes?"
I was surprised when Kate hesitated. "I'll be right back," I assured her. "Please?"
She seemed to overcome some internal struggled before she smiled and said, "Of course."
"Thanks," I said, totally loving her at that moment.
Just as I was about to step out of the tent she called my name. "Gwen," she said, her voice strangely serious. "Has he-…has he said anything?"
I shook my head. "Not unless you count occasionally yelling, 'fuck.' No, he hasn't said anything to me."
Kate smiled and looked strangely relieved.
"Thanks again," I said before dashing into the rain.
I ran towards my stuff, my hand stupidly over my head, like I could keep out the rain. I saw Walt and Michael through the downpour. Walt waved and grinned. I couldn't help but do the same, knowing I looked like a complete fool.
I hurried back to the tent, but as I got closer, I saw Jack and Kate burst from the tent, arguing. I paused for a second. What was going on? I briefly considered giving them their space, but my curiosity got the better of me and I forged on. As I got closer I could start to make out what they were saying.
"Can't you put him out of his misery?" Kate asked Jack.
Jack paused, looking like he couldn't believe what she was saying. He said something that was too low for me to hear, but as I walked up to them I heard him say clearly, "I am not a murderer."
"Guys?" I interrupted. God, I was such a nosy jerk. "Is everything okay?"
Jack and Kate glanced at me before giving each other long looks. Jack finally shook his head and brushed past Kate, heading back into the tent.
"Don't worry," I yelled over the pouring rain. "Jack will save him." I gave her a reassuring smile and followed Jack into the tent.
Now, Shrapnel Man is yelling and swearing 10 times worse than before. Those pain pills Jack gave him seem to have done a whole lot of nothing. Jack will barely talk to me, only occasionally giving me orders to give him water or find this or that. There was something else that he and Kate were arguing about. As determined as he is to save this man, who, let's face it is knocking on Death's door, something else is eating at him.