That's right. Two in one day. I thought it was such a fabulous episode that it deserves both points of view on it. I don't think this one is too great either so reviews love.
It feels awesome to final update. I've been so busy with rowing. I just had two regattas in the last two weeks and a lot of tests and stuff as report cards were finished off. So yes, finally updating and happy. Even happier about next week's episode. Oh, the Jate goodness. P )

Part Seven

Mom always said that the best way to get medicine to go down was through calmness, not forcefulness. I guess, they don't teach doctors that in medical school.

It felt weird to be caring for Sawyer. It would have felt weird caring for anyone who is shot, really. Once I got the pills down, I just made sure everything was normal: that he wasn't too hot or too cold, that he wasn't shivering; the simple things that Jack told me to watch out for, basically.

We golfed today. Jack final stopped being a hermit and came out of his shell/the hatch. We had fun but he can't golf at all though; just thinking about his swing makes me want to burst out laughing. But I control myself because Sawyer's less than a foot away. I just remember that whenever I was sick, I liked quiet. I know it's not the same thing, but quiet is always good. Quiet's good.

Then I hear yelling. So much for quiet. I leave Sawyer, just for a minute, to see what's going on. That tall, dark man is standing their, quietly speaking, "Ana-Lucia didn't mean to do it."

Jack stares off at the man like he did when he first saw Desmond. Finally he breaks the stare, looks out down. He's thinking. Jack always looks down to his feet when he's thinking long and hard. He speaks after a few seconds, "Ana-Lucia?"

He recognizes the name. Again.

They quickly organize a plan. Just Jack and I think his name is Eko, no guns. I pulls Sun off to the side as they prepare.

Curiosity is getting to the best of me, "Take care of Sawyer for me?" I ask, "Please?"

I quickly pack a bag filled with water, a sweater and some food just in case and follow Jack and the Eko guy about twenty steps behind them.

They say nothing as they walked through the jungle, up towards territory I knew little about. I can only see the back of Jack, but I can tell his mind is going like clock work. He's thinking hard. Think hard about what though? This Ana-Lucia?

I almost throw up when I see Shannon's bloody and battered looking body in Sayid's arms. I forget about her as my gaze falls upon a Spanish woman. Ana-Lucia, I guess. Her head is hung low for a while but once she brings it up she makes eye contact with Jack. It stays like that for a few minutes, and then I ran.

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