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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 13, 2008 14:36:20 GMT -5
Jack was bored for the first time since he had been on the island. There trip for the transceiver was on a holding pattern until they could find water, and that was his goal this afternoon. But for now, he had checked on everyone with injuries and was just waiting until some of this late morning heat broke before he went traipsing through the jungle. As he sat near the water, he picked up a nearby rock and hucked it in to the water. He was thinking about his dad and Sarah, as he often did when his mind was allowed to wander.
He had been going crazy, Jack realized suddenly. Before this crash he had been going crazy, had been becoming his old man. He had even accused his dad of sleeping with her, indirectly. Where the hell had that come from? It all seemed so ridiculous to Jack now, even if it had seemed to make sense to him at the time. As the sun beat down on his back, especially his bare neck, he shook his head, sweat dripping from his brow to the tip of his nose and falling to the sand.
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 14:53:11 GMT -5
Crow was sitting down with his sleeves rolled up. he wished he had other clothes, but he hadn't. All his clothes were the same. Unlike others on the plane, they had been busy doing something. But not Crow. Crow had no skills in anything helpful. Some had come over to him asking for injuries. But, he denied all even though he had a cut a long his jaw. It hurt, but nothing he couldn't handle. It was deep also, most likely needed stitches. But Crow didn't know. He wasn't a doctor. He was a painter. Other injures from the plane crash were nothing but small cuts and bruises not including the deep cut a long his jaw. He also had cuts along his wrists, hidden by a think leather "bracelet". Those cuts were from his depression. Sometimes he just lot it and cut him self. He knew he should, but he couldn't help it.
He didn't want anybody know of his problems so he insisted that he was fine and didn't need any check up. But, some where in him knew that somebody was going to insist that he needed a check up.
Then, he noticed somebody not far away. Jack was his name. At least, thats what Crow thought. Jack was one of the ones going around checking injuries. Crow made a mental note to watch out for Jack. Not as in enemies, but because Crow didn't want anybody to find out about all his problems. |
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 13, 2008 15:03:31 GMT -5
Jack pushed himself up off the warm sand and turned around, looking to see what was happening in the small camp they had set up. Most people were nearby in the jungle looking for shade from the building heat, but there was one man, short and average build, who was standing nearby. Jack moved over towards him and was shocked when he saw the cut along his face.
"Hey there, I thought I had taken care of all of these. What's your name?" Jack held his hand out. The young man would clearly need stitches to close this up, and Jack was surprised it wasn't oozing blood on it's own. Frankly, he was amazed the boy hadn't passed out altogether from blood loss by now. His hand was still extended to the boy but his eyes were examining the cut. Jack could fix this, he knew he could, and he would. Simple as that.
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 15:15:52 GMT -5
Crow closed his eyes from feeling lightheaded. He was dizzy and felt like he was going to pass out. Crow heard somebody talk to him. Jack. The doctor. Crow thought. This was bad for crow. Vieno Laine. But, call me Crow. You did take care of them all. I'm perfectly fine. He demanded and looked Jack in the face. "Your name, doctor?" he asked. The 25 year old now was like a 5 year old demanding that he could have a puppy, but the father still says no. Crow probably had no chance at winning the argument. But, the only thing that keep him going was the fact that he had other things to hide.
Crow sat down and closed his eyes once again. He knew that he needed his cut fixed, but Crow still says it is fine. |
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 13, 2008 15:30:58 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's great that you want to act tough and all, but yeah, you're gonna need stitches." Without asking, he moved his hand to Crow's chin and turned his head to the side. "My name is Jack Shephard. And I'm a doctor. I have some stuff to sew this up back by the signal fire over there. Meet me in ten minutes so I can get ready, ok?" He watched as the man looked at him dizzily. "Yeah, you need these stitches, dude. Ten minutes, ok?" Without another word, he walked back to the fire to get the sewing kit out.
Part of him wondered where Kate was. He hadn't talked to her since she had run off last night after waking up in his lap. He would have woken her up, but she had seemed so tired. He had hoped to avoid awkwardness when she woke up but had seemingly failed, as she had taken off in to the jungle.
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 15:42:36 GMT -5
"I'm not acting tough, i'm just perfectly fine... he told him. He allowed Jack to look at the cut. Crow was right. Jack was a doctor. But, Crow completely gave in. The old Crow could stay demanding and stubborn long. It was in Crow's nature to give in to others. The complete opposite of demanding and stubborn. Crow just nodded as jack walked to the fire. Crow guessed that maybe he could get away with just the stitches. Though, he wasn't sure. Ten minutes, he was going to meet Jack at the fire.
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Crow still sat there. Ten minutes had past. And like good ol' Dr. Shepherd said, he got up and began to walk to the fire. For being dizzy, he walked okay. He got to the fire. He didn't feel like standing so he just sat down, knowing that the doctor would come and find him. The Finn ran his fingures through his "bangs" as he waited for Jack to come to stitch up Crow. |
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 13, 2008 17:00:33 GMT -5
Jack walked up and saw Crow at the fire. "You have an interesting accent by the way. Where's it from?" He asked, getting his materials ready. There was no way for them to sterilize so Jack had cleaned his hands as best he could with one of his few remaining bottles of water, happy to sacrifice it to help someone else.
He threaded the needle and warned Crow he was about to start. "hope you have a good pain threshold, since you're awake, this is probably going to sting pretty bad, just try to hold still for me, alright buddy?" He pushed Crow's head to the side and pressed the needle to his skin near the open wound.
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 17:32:20 GMT -5
Crow watched Jack as he got ready. "Finland. I'm from Finland." he explained his different, or to jack, interesting accent. Crow knew it would hurt. The Finn felt Jack push his head to the side and placed the needle near the open wound. The pain wasn't that bad seeing as not only was Crow use to the pain from the wound its self, he wasn't fully there mentally. Crow tried to keep his breath even. He wasn't use to being stitched up or anything medical related. Crow justed wished that the doctor would hurry up. Crow's hands tightened his grip around his pant fabric. |
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 13, 2008 20:45:17 GMT -5
Jack pushed the needle in and out of the man's skin, trying to move quickly and efficiently. After eight stitches, back and forth, he thought the wound was closing up well enough. He made a quick knot at the end and used the sewing scissors to cut the excess string. "That's going to be sore a few days, but I'm sure you knew that already. Just be careful with it. Let me see it again in like a week if you don't mind."
He had been listening to Crow speak about where he's from. Finland, nice. "I've never been to Scandinavia. Do you like living there?" From his appearance, Jack had a feeling Crow didn't really like living anywhere.
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 23:58:41 GMT -5
Crow felt he cold needle go through his skin about 8 times. It hurt badly, of coarse. He knew it would for a while. But, the Finn nodded. "One week. Got it." he replyed. He could do that. The doctor seemed like he new of anything else and in his eyes and most eyes, Crow was perfectly healthy. He preferred it that way.
Scandinavia is a great place. I love it. Born and raised. Never stayed in one home for long though. As much as i love all of Scandinavia, i prefer to travel. See new places, new things. I hate staying in one place for long. But, none the less, i live in Finland. Crow told Jack. Crow lifted his hand and felt the stitches before wincing in pain and muttering some swear word in Finnish under his breath. That was really going to hurt for a while. "Well, um...I guess i should say Thanks for the stitch up, Doc." |
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 14, 2008 0:06:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, not a problem Crow, thanks for agreeing to let me work on it. And yeah, one week, sounds good." Jack smiled and stood, raising his hand out to help the younger man up. The fire was fading and Jack thought he might go in to the jungle to get some more wood for it while he waited for the group going on the hunt for the transceiver.
"I'll have to come visit after we get rescued, heh. There's a lot of Europe I haven't seen but want to." Jack brushed himself off and cleaned up all his materials, making sure as little sand as possible got into his sewing materials. This would be a lot easier if he could find more meds or painkillers. Right now a lot of the inventory he had collected was for allergies and things that wouldn't really matter here. He knew people would have more serious prescription medicine, especially on a plane, but it just seemed to be disappearing.
"So, anything else I can do for you?"
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 14, 2008 0:26:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, no problem......I'm just....sorry but.....I just not fond of doctors. Its because of....personal.....reasons. he tried to explain. He was very nervous. It wasn't a lie, he wasn't fond of doctors. But it was mainly because he felt kinda vulnerable around them. He had problems and he knew it. He just didn't like to admit it or others knowing because he would be a burden around him. "Yeah, just to warn you, don't wear shorts. Most travelers do that and they freeze their butts off. He changed the subject. He nodded and allowed Jack to help him up. Crow also dusted him self off. Crow knew he would have some pain pills and allergy meds in his bag. Also some eye drops. Should i give them to him?...No.......not now at least. he thought.
"It wouldn't matter weather if there was something you could do for me... he said and whispered so soft that you could barely hear, "Nobody cares for me anyways...Nobody will miss me.... he just closed his eyes and sighed. Then, asked, "Anything i could do for you?" |
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 14, 2008 0:51:04 GMT -5
"I'll uh, I'll keep that in mind Crow." Jack said of the boy's advice to not wear shorts. He heard him mumble something else under his breath but didn't catch what it was, and so he just listened to his next statement. He was actually surprised he was asking to help, and wondered if the boy would really follow through on it.
"Well uh, I think you could probably help gather some firewood, we always need more of that. If heavy lifting doesn't suit you and you can climb a tree, there's some fruit that can be gathered in the jungle, it's up to you really. Hopefully rescue will be here by the time you get up in that tree," he said with a laugh.
"Well, I have a couple more people to check up on before I go exploring for a bit, so I hope you don't mind if I take my leave now, Crow. It was nice to meet you, Say hi on the rescue boat, eh?"
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 14, 2008 1:02:03 GMT -5
Crow just nodded to Jack. "I am good at niether. Not strong at lifting or climbing. Those are my worst parts. I guess i am so helpful once again.... He said and just nodded again. Go ahead. I'll watch out for it. Though, it won't come any time soon. Crow just sighed and just sat down again. He wish he knew where his bag was. He knew the area he left it in, weather or not somebody took it, that was another story. |
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