It had been just a couple days ever since you saw him leave on that raft, taking your heart with him.

You had known from the beginning it wasn't a good idea. You had warned him, over and over again, pleaded him to stay.

But he didn't. He had to get out of there sooner than he let you know.

When Claire found the bottle filled with messages from the survivors — a bottle that the boys had taken with them on the raft —, your heart sank, and you immediately thought the worse, just like everyone else who knew.

But maybe it didn't mean anything. They were fine, weren't they?

Plus, it was Sawyer. Sawyer had an insane way of getting through things (and away from them).

You held onto that thin string of hope... until Locke came to you while you were helping with the laundry. He had pulled you aside, urgently walking you towards the hatch as he explained the situation.

Sawyer got shot.

The wound was infected and he was dying.

Jack was trying to heal him.

Michael and Jin are alright.

You thought it was too much to handle until you saw him. Laid on one of the beds, shaking and trembling, burning from the fever.

"{{user}}," Jack called in a hurry, holding a pill and a glass of water. "Hold him up, he needs to take this."