[George] tagging Methos, Eric, Michael [bump]

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George stumbled to a halt and thrust the honking huge first aid kit at Dr. Pierson.  "Here," she said.  "One first aid kit, just like you wanted."

She looked down at Eric, who was apparently still unconscious.  He was actually kind of cute in a stubble-y, and currently alarming pale kind of way.  She knew he wasn't going to die today because he wasn't on her list, or Daisy's.  But that was no assurance that he wouldn't die tomorrow, or the day after.

"Is he going to live?" she asked abruptly.  She looked at Dr. Pierson.  "Can you save him--now that you have that stuff?"

OOC: Original thread is two pages back, so I've bumped it to the top.

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[Michael] Playing Nurse (tag Methos, George)

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Michael exchanged a glance with George. (Well, that explains a whole lot about his bad attitude,) Michael thought, (I may not have stopped asking for him years ago, but if I'd lost Walt in the crash -)

Michael didn't let himself finish the thought.

"If...you want to go with him," George said, "I'll stay here with Eric, in case he wakes up."

He nodded. "Yeah, I'll do that."

Then he jogged off to catch up with Dr. Pierson.

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(Methos & Michael meet Locke (http://www.livejournal.com/community/crossing_lostrp/16958.html?thread=118078#t118078))

[George] Playing Nurse (tag Eric, any passers-by)

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George watched Michael jog off and catch up to Dr. Pierson. Then she plopped down in the sand next to Eric. His wound was bandaged and the tourniquet had been loosened. He was still very pale, but Dr. Pierson seemed to be pretty sure he'd live. That was good.

After watching Eric for another moment, George turned attention to the other survivors. Daisy was sitting with two other women near the fuselage, searching and sorting the contents of a plastic bag full of purses, laughing and talking.

The two remaining soldiers had separated, one talking to the unshaven man who walked with a cane and a decided limp. The other was was still talking to the wet woman in the vest. No--there she went, bounding off like a woman with a mission.

An asian couple were working together to create a shelter. The other survivors seemed to be getting organized, moving the injured--or extremely pregnant--to more sheltered locations.

Out in the sea, George could still see a couple of figures splashing around. The others...the others had swum ashore, or been rescued, or drowned. As she watched, a young man on the beach suddenly splashed into the surf and struggled out past the breakers, swimming doggedly until he reached a rock protruding from the surface. He clung to the rock, looking around wildly. George wondered who he'd been trying to rescue.

Re: [George] Playing Nurse (tag Eric, any passers-by)

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And Eric gasped, waking up with a start. He sat up, breathing hard, before falling onto his side from pain. "Ow. Ow. Ow."

He took a moment to breath, check the shrapnel was gone, and wonder whethwer he was still alive, before looking George in the face. "Hey. I'm alive, right?"

(OOC: *grin* Ironic coincidence. Wonder what George would think, presented with a question like that.)

Re: [George] Playing Nurse (tag Eric, any passers-by)

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