New Day
I didn't remember too much about the night before.... I remembered something about Charlie, I Never, and Christopher crying. I remembered Locke and Jack....but that was it.
I woke up throughout the night and got sick. Practically vomited my entire stomach out of my body. Jack was there and helped me. He kept passing me bottles of water, saying it would get the alcohol out of my system quicker. I retrieved the pregnancy book---it would be safe to nurse Christopher again now.
When Christopher was up screaming, I checked again with Jack, just to be sure. My head was pounding but other than that, I was OK. Capable of tending to my child.
I gave Christopher his morning routine---nursing, changing, wiping him down, and playing with him. He seemed more eager to nurse than to drink that formula.
I dressed in fresh clothes and tucked him in his carrier, took the fabric for his pouch, and went outside to work. But first, I gathered some fruit, made a little tray, and took it to Locke---I remembered him saying I stood him up......I could at least give him breakfast.
When I left Locke's hut after delivering the tray of fruit, I went to a bare spot of the beach, lathered Christopher with sunscreen, and went to work on his pouch again.
When I got my hands on Charlie.....it would be bad.
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 boone_is_lost
2005-05-10 09:44
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I left Shannon's hut early the next morning. I was just there as comfort to her....though if she had had her way, it would have been more.
I went to my hut to change clothes. As soon as I stepped inside, I could smell the alcohol. "Oh, Kira," I mumbled and checked on her---passed out on the bed. I kissed her forehead and scribbled her a quick note. Had something to do. I'll see you later. I love you ---Boone
I started stuffing things in my backpack---water, clothes, and some mango. I checked my pocket---yep, knife still there. I put the gun on safety and stuck it in the back of my pants.
I stepped outside and groaned. It was damn hot already. I dropped my bag and removed my shirt, and hung it out of my back pocket before grabbing my bag again.
My shoulder and ankle were still sore, but I was tired of being an invalid. I nodded a greeting to Claire as we passed. I knocked on Locke's door. "Locke, you up?!"(Reply to this) (Thread) |
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