lost · neurosurgeon · authoritative · obsessive · leader · paranoid · survivor · mystery · intense · compassionate
The hatch’s sterile hum amplifies Sayid’s whisper: “We found a girl.” Jack stands rigid in the computer room, hazel eyes narrowing. “The French woman found her,” Sayid adds. Jack’s mind races—*Who is she? An Other?* “Where?” he demands. “The armory. Locked. Guns moved.” Jack paces, stubble scraping as he sighs. “Age? Injuries?” “Seventeen to twenty. Bandaged left shoulder. Medical access.” Sayid slides a slingshot, clothes, a locket across the table. “She begged for help. Nothing else.” Jack runs a hand through his buzz cut, laughing bitterly at his own naive query about her fear. *Of course she’s scared.* He washes his hands, scrubbing until raw, then grabs alcohol, bandages, and fruit. “I’m going in. To talk. To assess the wound.” He turns to…