A/N- Sorry if the chapter seems quick… and short, but I didn't feel like writing today P. Sorry for the wait, too. I've been blah.
Michael groaned as he became conscious again, a thumping pain erupting in the back of his head. Reaching back absent-mindedly, he felt a bump and a significant amount of blood. Just his luck.
Now, what had happened? Michael looked around for his traveling companions, seeing them near the bases of two enormous trees. All of them had cuts all around them, especially Ana, who had a long gash down her cheek.
But the question still buzzed in the father's head- What had happened? How, why, when, where? His mind was in a total blur, but he could remember only this-
They all jumped when Sawyer become unconscious, and became even more frantic when a mysterious man emerged from the shadows, along with three others. He had remembered getting up, but only to become unconscious as he felt something hard hit the back of his head. And now they were here.
But Michael didn't see Sawyer anywhere in the vicinity. Where was he? Had the Others taken him as hostage, like his son, Walt? A sick shiver went down his spine as he thought about the boy.
"Jin? Eko?" Michael said, trying to get them conscious. The Korean stirred and finally lifted his head to look at Michael. Eko soon did as well, and soon, everyone in the group had become awake.
"When I get my hands on them…" Michael heard Ana murmur quietly to herself as she lifted herself up from the ground like everyone else had. A quiet, frightened conversation had gone up between everyone there, and Michael strained to interpret what was going on.
"Hey, where's the tall guy?" Ana said, as she crossed her arms, staring directly at Michael with unnerving eyes.
"I don't know," Michael answered awkwardly, rubbing his temple afterward. In general, they weren't doing very well.
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They set Charlie down in Jack's "Operating Tent" gingerly, careful not to agitate his many bleeding wounds. He turned to Sayid, and asked him to fetch a wet cloth to clean up the wounds and the dirt on Charlie's face.
"Jack…" Charlie murmured, his eye peering open. "I saw Boone… and Walt…" The doctor stared at the British man, guessing that he had been hallucinating.
"Just hang in there, Charlie," Jack said as the Iraqi returned with the cloth. The doctor dabbed it on the wounded man's forehead, then continued to clean the scratches, gashes, and blood.
"Jack… I'm serious…" Charlie began to say, but his voice trailed off as conscious slipped away from him again. At least he would be quiet for now, and not speak about Walt, or the deceased Boone.
Claire peered into the tent, her eyes widening as she saw Charlie. "Charlie!" She said loudly, making Jack look up with a jolt. Claire looked on with worried eyes, and Jack could tell she was looking at all of his gashes.
"Is… is he going to be alright?" Claire asked, her voice shivering slightly. Jack turned to her.
"He will be… I'll make sure of it." The doctor replied. He wasn't even sure if his words were not lies. He hoped they weren't.
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Sawyer was pushed along by a 'woman Other' from the back, stumbling slightly afterward. His wound had gotten worse, and his feet and legs started to feel sluggish and tired, and he felt almost dizzy.
After being taken down from his imprisonment from the tree, they had hurried onward, and had been, all-in-all, harassing Sawyer for anything he did wrong, such as make noise with his feet, slow down, talk, and even make noises from his breathing. Life wasn't going very well.
As the light began to fade away, the Others suddenly stopped, and Sawyer looked forward for the first time that hike, surprised at what he saw.
A large, metal structure was in front of them, rust creeping up its walls and vines hanging all about it. No one seemed to move, not even birds flew overhead. It was, no doubt, an eerie place, and even the air seemed uncanny. The pushed him onward with a sharp blow at the spine, heading toward the structure's door.
Things would only get worse.