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.

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