Sayid Jarrah (dontcallmeabdul) wrote in surviving_815,
Sayid Jarrah
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Is there a doctor in the house?

Who: Sayid, Kate, anyone who wants to try to help.
Where: Cavetowne.
When: Afternoon.

Sayid set Kate down on a flat slab of rock, propping her up against the cave wall so that her heart could remain higher than the hand with the lizard bite. He looked frantically around the cave, searching for anyone who might be able to help, find Jack, find anyone who knew how to slow the venom, because he dared not leave Kate to slip into unconciousness.

"Someone, help her ..." He looked back at Kate, rested his hands on her cheeks so he could hold her slitted eyes open. "Stay awake," he said. "Tell me another story. Or we will talk. A conversation." He hoped he could keep her aware until help came.
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She could smell the musty cave air and could feel the cool, moist walls. "I don't know any more stories." She whispered. "What should we talk about?" She asked, struggling to keep her head up.
"Tell me ..." He tried to think about something that would both require her to be alert and also not require undo strain. "Tell me about your friends when you were growing up."
Friends? Kate hadn't had many friends when she was growing up. But one name surfaced. "Tom." She could feel her lips move into the shape of a smile. "I remember Tom. My best friend. My only friend."
"Tell me about Tom, then," he said. He held on to her uninjured hand, moving and pinching the fingers hoping to keep her stimulated. "What was Tom like?"
"Tom was..." She sighed. "Tom was the only one that could make me laugh." She said quietly. "He was my first love." She smiled. "The airplane. It was his. I took it after...." she stopped.

"What are your friends like?" She asked. She felt breathless. She wasn't sure if it was becase it strained her to talk, or becuase of what she was talking about.
He thought it best to give her a moment to collect herself, but he hoped that, if he spoke, she would listen, that it wouldn't be an opportunity for her to drift off. "I had a friend - Essam. We knew each other growing up and then we shared a room at university. He studied political science. We had nothing in common, but we roomed together for five years. It is hard not to like someone after all that." Just a moment to collect herself, and then he would try to get her talking again.
"Where is he now? I bet he misses you." She said solemnly. She had to make sure to keep talking, no matter how tired she felt. She knew what would happen if she didn't
"He ..." shot himself in the head "... died several months ago." Trying to turn the conversation and keep Kate lively, he asked, "Where is Tom?"
"Same place as Essam." Kate said as quietly as she could manage. "Depending on what you believe in."

Kate winced as she tried to move. She wanted nothing more than to roll over and not have to look at Sayid. Even if her eyes were only open a slit. "I miss him. I think about him everyday."
"Don't move," he said, resting his hand on her shoulder. "The more you move, the faster your pulse ..." and the faster the poison will spread, he didn't say but thought she would understand.

He looked down, away from her a little. "It is only right that you should miss a good friend when he is gone."
"I know what will happen. I know what is happening. I'm not entirely lethargic." She tried to smile.

"Do you think about Essam every day?" Kate asked.
"Yes," he said. He was careful in his elaboration. "We weren't on good terms when he died. I think about that. And, although it is a little selfish to think this way ... he died on the day that I was supposed to fly to Los Angeles. My flight was moved so that I could attend the funeral."
"Tom and I weren't exactly on good terms either." She replied. "It appears that all of us ended up on this island out of coincidence, huh?" She said. "Maybe we're all here for a reason. Do you think we're being punished?" She asked.
"I think we punish ourselves far more effectively than any greater force ever could." He looked down at his hands, thought back to a conversation and a thought he never quite understood but found fascinating none the less. "Shannon thinks that we were brought here to be saved."
"As in, God and the bible?" She asked. Kate wasn't even sure how much she believed in God anymore. Her stepfather always told her that she had control over what happened in her life, that she could defeat any threat if she really wanted to, but after being on the island she wasn't sure how much she belived in that anymore. She knew there was some kind of other-worldly force on the island, but she had no clue what. And she hated being so defenseless against it.

"What do you think we're here for? Do you think it was an accident?" She asked Sayid.
"I don't know about God or the Bible," he said, trying to remember Shannon's words to him. He himself did not put much stock in Allah any longer and had come to follow a very strange form of Islam that was more habit than faith, and he didn't think Shannon especially religious either. "I think she meant more ... from ourselves. If that makes any sense."

He looked at Kate, trying to read her expressions and the thoughts that flew across her face. "It seems harder and harder to say that this was all extraordinary bad luck. And some of what has happened - it makes me wonder if maybe I wasn't in need of salvation." A definitively ambiguous non-answer.
"I agree." Kate didn't know much about God or the Bible. She never attended church except for occasions when the neighbors would invite her for Christmas and Thanksgiving.

"I think it's more than a coincidence. There has been too much bad luck and occurences to be coincidental."

"The pain is starting to go away." She smiled. Though she wasn't even sure if that was becuase he arm had gone numb, or if the poison had simply been slowed by the position of her arm. Regardless, she like not feeling the pain.

"Maybe we all are in need of salvation." She said, more to herself than Sayid.
"Maybe we are," he said softly, wondering what she really did mean by that last comment. Then he shook his head.

Holding her injured hand, he lightly squeezed the fingers and rubbed her arm. "Do you still have sensation in your arm?"
Kate could barely feel Sayid's touch. "A little bit. It's similar to when your hand falls asleep, and you have little feeling left in your hand." She told him.
"What are we going to do if Jack doesn't come?" She asked, trying to hide her nervousness.
He wasn't sure what to say to Kate when she said something like that. It wasn't like when Shannon worried, where he tried more than anything just to ease her mind. She deserved, of course, absolute truth, and was more than strong enough to handle it.

After a moment, thinking, uneasy, he said, "I don't know." He looked over at the drink cart loaded with medicines, but he wouldn't know where to begin to use them properly.
Kate knew it was serious, and as much as she didn't want to hear it, she didn't want Sayid to lie to her either. She knew by the look in his eyes that he wouldn't, and couldn't, lie to her, and he was grateful for that.

Kate followed Sayid's eyes and saw the cart of medicine. "Jack taught Sun and I a few things in case he was never around and someone was in trouble. Sun would know more than me, but I can always try." Kate knew it wasn't smart, but she also knew that she would die if Jack didn't show up in the next few hours.
"Kate." Sayid tried to think of something reasonable to say that would talk her out of medicating herself, but there really wasn't any reasonable thing to say. There was just the choice between slow certain death and the vague possibility of a cure, or maybe a quicker end.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. He kept his voice very level, forcibly calm and cool, although every probability seemed too much like a familiar, painful end.
Kate knew Sayid wanted to talk her out of this, but they both knew it was the only way.

"I need you to check all of the medications and see if he has any antivenin, gauze, and anything that says 'antibacterial on it." Kate said. She could feel her heartbeat speed up, which she knew was not good. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself down.
Sayid nodded, turned to look at the cart. Antivenom? It would be very lucky if someone had brought antivenom on the plane, but highly unlikely. There was gauze, antibacterial cream, and -

"Erythromycin," he said. "Antibiotics. I don't know if it will help with the poison, but it could prevent infection," he said, managing a weak look of encouragement.
"I didn't entirely expect there to be any antivenin. You usually only find it in emergency rooms, but I figured it was worth a shot." She gace a hopeful smile.

"Erythromycin. That might work. Obviously, the poison isn't too fast acting. I'm lucky that I'm not dead already. So that might work, or at least help. Could you hand it here, along with the cream and gauze?" She tried to sit up, but found she could hardly move on her own. "You're going to have to help me do this, Sayid."

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