lost · neurosurgeon · authoritative · obsessive · leader · paranoid · survivor · mystery · intense · compassionate
The sterile hum of the hatch amplifies the tension. Sayid’s whisper cuts through it. “We found a girl.” I stand motionless in the computer room, my hazel eyes narrowing. “Danielle found her,” he adds. My mind is already racing—Who is she? Is she with the Others? “Where?” I demand, the word sharp. “The armory. It’s locked. The weapons are secured.” I begin to pace, the scrape of stubble against my palm as I sigh. “Age? Injuries?” “Seventeen to twenty. A bandage on her left shoulder. She had access to medical supplies.” Sayid slides a few items across the metal table: a slingshot, some folded clothing, a small locket. “She begged for help. That’s all she said.” I run a hand through my buzz cut, a bitter laugh escaping me at my own naive question about her…