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"Jack, what the bloody hell did you do to him?" Charlie asks.
"Nothing," Jack answers defensively. "We found him like this. Well, when we found him, we didn't notice that he looked this bad."
With that, the small group of survivors crowded around Jake came closer to observe the still unconscious body. Both of his eyes are black, and it's not because of eyeliner. His bottom lip looks as though it had been bleeding at one time or another. He has bruises all over his arms.
Locke bends down and picks up one of Jake's limp wrists. "He's been tied up for awhile," he tells them. "You can still see the marks that the rope made." He lifts up Jake's jeans slightly to view his ankle. "They tied his feet, too."
"Where do you think he's from?" Claire asks anxiously.
Jack looks up and sees Mr. Eko, Ana Lucia, and Libby. "Have you guys ever seen him?" he asks.
"Not until now," Libby answers for all of them. "Poor guy."
"Well, we've never seen him, either," Jack tells them.
Ana Lucia shrugs. "Then that means he's from somewhere else."
"Dude," Hurley mutters.
"Where else could he be from? Are you saying there could be even more people scattered all over this damn place?" Sawyer demands.
"It's possible," Locke says. "I mean, we didn't know anyone from the tail section survived, until we met you. It's entirely possible."
"I guess we'll just have to wait until he wakes up," Kate says.
"Come on, Locke. Help me bring him into the tent. Sun can look over him until he regains consciousness. She seems good at calming people down. Then I can have a look at him later," Jack instructs.
Jake slowly forces his eyes open, and sees a Korean woman staring down at him. She startles him, but he's too tired to react.
"Hello," she says, smiling at him. "How're you feeling?"
"Who are you?"
"My name is Sun. I've heard that your name is Jake," she answers, handing him a water bottle. He takes it hesitantly, keeping his eyes on her, even though she seems nice.
"It is." He sits up slowly, rubbing his head. It doesn't hurt; it's just his instinct. "Where am I?"
"At the camp," she answers simply.
Jake has a sinking feeling as he listens to her answer. Is he back at the camp, or are there tons of them all over the place? Is this lady--Sun--just faking being nice to relax him, or is she really just nice? His head is swimming with questions and fears, but he doesn't dare voice any of them to her. Not yet.
"How long am I supposed to stay here?"
Sun shrugs. "Jack is going to look at you. He should be here pretty soon, I think."
The name sounds familiar. Jack. And there was another guy, John. Jake shudders slightly. John had a gun. He's seen far too many guns lately.
"You seem a lot more calm now," Sun tells him.
"What does that mean?" Jake asks, his eyes wide and defensive.
Sun smiles a little, slightly taken aback by his response. She sits down next to him. "It doesn't mean anything," she explains. "Jack just told us that you were very feisty in the jungle. Very nervous. You seem to be better now."
Sun reminds him of someone. Someone he lost a long time ago.
Jack peeks his head into the tent. "Good, he's up," he says. He turns to Sun. "Did he drink any water?"
She nods. "Some."
"Do you mind if I talk with him a little?"
"No. Go ahead." Sun gets up and begins to walk out of the tent. Jake stares at her, wanting her to stay.
"Jake," Jack says softly. "Can I ask you something? Jake?"
Jake doesn't answer. He begins sweating, and his body is trembling all over. Jack can see tears mixing in with his sweat. Jake holds his head in his hands and falls back down, his head hitting the warm sand with a thud.
"Jake?" Jack asks, going over to him. Jake doesn't answer; he just keeps crying. "Jake, come on, talk to me."
"I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" he shrieks, gasping in between each breath. "I'm gonna die! They're gonna come and I'm gonna die!"
Jack puts his hands on Jake's shoulders. "C'mon, Jake," he mutters, trying to calm him down. "Pull through, it's gonna be okay. You're not gonna die."
"I'm gonna die!"
"No, you're not. No, you're not."
Sun, Hurley, and Claire hear Jake's cries, and run into the tent, half wanting to help, and half wanting to know what was going on.
"Jack, what happened to him?" Claire asks, staring at him.
"Nothing. He's going to be fine…Sun, can you give him some of that water?" Jack asks.
"Dude, look at him! The kid's like, like, I don't know, but whatever it is, it's not good. It's like he's…rabid or something," Hurley says.
"I'm gonna die! We're all gonna die!" Jake yells again, his face turning red.
"Holy crap," Hurley mutters. "Jack, are you sure this kid's normal?"
"Yes," Jack answers firmly. He glances at the watch he found earlier. "It's almost over, Jake. Almost over."
Sure enough, after about two minutes, Jake stops. His tears cease, and his shaking slowly recedes.
"What the hell was that?" Sawyer demands, his sunglasses shoved up on his forehead, yet another book in his hand.
"A panic attack," Jack sighs. "It was a panic attack."