Part 180: Helping Micheal
Sayid led the way back. Jack followed with Tony in tow and Locke brought up the rear. They had just gotten done discussing what to do with the Hatch, amid the Iraqi’s protests. The blind doctor insisted they didn’t have enough information to form any type of decent theory in what was inside, all the more reason to open it. Tony rattled off dozens of reasons why their might not be a hatch and Sayid didn’t believe a single one. He was about to label his friend paranoid until a sound caught his attention. Tony turned to his right. “Did you hear that?” he asked.
“Hear what?” Sayid blinked.
“It almost sounded like someone calling Jack’s name,”
“I don’t hear anything,” Jack confessed.
“His hearing increased when he lost his sight, “Locke said, “He can hear four times better than the rest of us. If Tony says someone is calling Jack’s name, then someone is calling Jack’s name.”
Sure enough, within a matter of seconds, they heard someone calling Jack’s name. The sound of the voice became familiar with each moment she got closer to them. It was Kate and she was barely out of breath. Sayid ran to her, as did the others. When they met up in the clearing, the brunette leaned down onto her knees, catching her breath. She leaned up and was glad of what she saw. “Oh, great, you got Tony with you.” She gasped.
“What’s wrong, Kate?” asked the blind doctor.
“You guys got to come to the beach, quick,” she exhaled, “Something is wrong with Micheal.”
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Micheal reeled from the pain in his stomach. It felt like someone was kicking him in the gut, repeatedly. Walt stayed with him; making sure he was okay. Jack and Tony stood by, while the doctor who had a set of working eyes examined him. Seth looked in on what was happening, as did Yolanda, Jin and Marita. “What'd you eat today?” Jack asked.
“Fruit . . .fish,” the black man grunted.
“You drinking your water?” asked Tony.
“Two or three bottles.”
“Where are you getting the water from?”
“You know, the caves, like everybody else.” He grunted, holding his stomach.
“All right, stay put, “ Jack ordered him, “Stay in the shade and try not to move too much, okay?”
Micheal tried to lean up, “No, we have to . . .launch that raft . .tomorrow . .we got to.”
“Micheal, do what Jack says and don’t move. You’ll feel better if you don’t move.”
“Okay,” he grunted.
Jack got up and pulled Tony away so they could discuss it, and Locke quickly joined them. Kate kneeled down to stay with Micheal. Hurley looked on and Seth stood by the large man. The young bookstore worker scratched his head. “How did Micheal get sick?” he asked, “Heatstroke?”
“Naw, dude, I think you get headaches with heatstroke,” Hurley mentioned, “Mike is sick in the stomach.”
“Tummy aches?” Seth raised an eyebrow, “I can fix that.”
“You can?” the large man asked confused.
Seth didn’t answer to him. He quickly ran off into the distance to get the one thing he knew would help Micheal get better in a hurry.
Locke , Tony and Jack walked along the beach. Tony jabbed his cane into the sand as they walked. The bald man next to him was the first to start the discussion. “What do you think it is? Heatstroke?” he asked.
“No, he would have felt that coming,” Tony mentioned.
“Bad fruit? Raw fish?”
“Michael and Jin are on the same diet.” Jack looked back at them.
“How does Jin look?” asked the blind doctor.
“Jin looks fine.” Locke mentioned.
“Jin IS fine,” Jack said, walking over to a cooler full of water bottles, “What was making him sick was metabolized fast. It hit him quick and it hit him hard.”
“So you think it was the water?” asked the bald man.
“No exactly the water,” the doctor held up a bottle, “But something in the water.”
“Anything that got metabolized that fast would have to be a foreign element of some kind, Jack,” Tony said, “Do you see anything in that bottle?”
“This bottle has been sitting out in the sun, Tony,” Jack walked back over to them, “There is a white residue at the bottom.”
“Fresh water wouldn’t do that,” the blind doctor sighed.
Locke raised an eyebrow. He then understood that both of the doctors were under the conclusion someone poisoned Micheal.
But who would do that?
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Micheal lurched again, as he rested under the tree. Marita still stood by, noticing Eddie came over to see the commotion. Kate walked past him and the Latina could see the brunette telling Eddie what was going on. The moment he heard about it, he then gave Walt the meanest look. As Eddie walked away, Walt then got up and ran after him. Marita watched the young black boy run after the other boy. She gently rubbed her chin; what is up with that?
Yolanda stayed with Micheal, wiping the sweat off his brow. Then Seth slowly came up, holding his hands behind his back. He crotched low and smiled. “Hey, guys,” he whispered.
“Hey, Seth,” Yolanda said.
“You hanging in there, Mike?” he asked.
“My stomach is killing me, man,” he said, stating the obvious.
“Well, I’m sorry but I am able to help. It won’t cure you but it will help.”
“Huh? You can help? Then why are you sorry?”
“Cause you won’t like my home remedy. But I can promise it will make you feel better.”
“At this point, I’ll try anything.”
“Okay, here it goes,” he said, holding out the item he was holding behind his back, “Check it out. It’s a dead fish and it’s been in the sun for three days.”
Micheal saw the rotten corpse of the sea creature and the stench him in the face, not to mention the flies and maggots buzzing around it. The black men then immediately turned and vomited. “OH, MY GOD, SETH!” Yolanda got up quickly to avoid Michael’s hurl.
Seth then turned and flung the dead fish into the ocean water. Jack came over with Tony. The doctor had just witnessed what happened, must to his dismay. “Seth, what the hell were you doing?” he demanded.
“Seth, what did you do?” Tony asked.
“He shoved a dead fish in Micheal’s face, making him throw up,” Yolanda said, patting Micheal on the back.
“Little home remedy my daddy taught me, “ Seth said, rubbing his hands in the sand,” Except, he used a dead bird so I can only work with the tools I have near me.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Well, whatever is causing Michael’s pain is in his stomach right?”
“Yes?”
Seth shrugged, “It ain’t in his stomach anymore.”
Micheal leaned up, coughing and laughing. Yolanda wiped his mouth with a rag. “You okay?” she asked.
“The cramps are quieting down a bit.” Micheal gave a thumbs up to Seth.
The bookstore worker waved to them and began to walk away. Jack kneeled down, looking at his black friend. Micheal had taken notice of Locke and Jack working together. “You and Locke kiss and make up?” he chuckled.
Jack shook his head.
“Good,” Micheal said, grabbing a bottle of water.
The doctor then stopped him. “No, Micheal,” he said, handing him another bottle, “Drink out of this one.”
Micheal took the water and looked at Jack. What he was implying, was hard for him to fathom. “Someone did this to me?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” the doctor sighed, “I don’t know anything yet.”
Micheal took a sip of his water, and hissed. “Sawyer.” He grunted
“Hear what?” Sayid blinked.
“It almost sounded like someone calling Jack’s name,”
“I don’t hear anything,” Jack confessed.
“His hearing increased when he lost his sight, “Locke said, “He can hear four times better than the rest of us. If Tony says someone is calling Jack’s name, then someone is calling Jack’s name.”
Sure enough, within a matter of seconds, they heard someone calling Jack’s name. The sound of the voice became familiar with each moment she got closer to them. It was Kate and she was barely out of breath. Sayid ran to her, as did the others. When they met up in the clearing, the brunette leaned down onto her knees, catching her breath. She leaned up and was glad of what she saw. “Oh, great, you got Tony with you.” She gasped.
“What’s wrong, Kate?” asked the blind doctor.
“You guys got to come to the beach, quick,” she exhaled, “Something is wrong with Micheal.”
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Micheal reeled from the pain in his stomach. It felt like someone was kicking him in the gut, repeatedly. Walt stayed with him; making sure he was okay. Jack and Tony stood by, while the doctor who had a set of working eyes examined him. Seth looked in on what was happening, as did Yolanda, Jin and Marita. “What'd you eat today?” Jack asked.
“Fruit . . .fish,” the black man grunted.
“You drinking your water?” asked Tony.
“Two or three bottles.”
“Where are you getting the water from?”
“You know, the caves, like everybody else.” He grunted, holding his stomach.
“All right, stay put, “ Jack ordered him, “Stay in the shade and try not to move too much, okay?”
Micheal tried to lean up, “No, we have to . . .launch that raft . .tomorrow . .we got to.”
“Micheal, do what Jack says and don’t move. You’ll feel better if you don’t move.”
“Okay,” he grunted.
Jack got up and pulled Tony away so they could discuss it, and Locke quickly joined them. Kate kneeled down to stay with Micheal. Hurley looked on and Seth stood by the large man. The young bookstore worker scratched his head. “How did Micheal get sick?” he asked, “Heatstroke?”
“Naw, dude, I think you get headaches with heatstroke,” Hurley mentioned, “Mike is sick in the stomach.”
“Tummy aches?” Seth raised an eyebrow, “I can fix that.”
“You can?” the large man asked confused.
Seth didn’t answer to him. He quickly ran off into the distance to get the one thing he knew would help Micheal get better in a hurry.
Locke , Tony and Jack walked along the beach. Tony jabbed his cane into the sand as they walked. The bald man next to him was the first to start the discussion. “What do you think it is? Heatstroke?” he asked.
“No, he would have felt that coming,” Tony mentioned.
“Bad fruit? Raw fish?”
“Michael and Jin are on the same diet.” Jack looked back at them.
“How does Jin look?” asked the blind doctor.
“Jin looks fine.” Locke mentioned.
“Jin IS fine,” Jack said, walking over to a cooler full of water bottles, “What was making him sick was metabolized fast. It hit him quick and it hit him hard.”
“So you think it was the water?” asked the bald man.
“No exactly the water,” the doctor held up a bottle, “But something in the water.”
“Anything that got metabolized that fast would have to be a foreign element of some kind, Jack,” Tony said, “Do you see anything in that bottle?”
“This bottle has been sitting out in the sun, Tony,” Jack walked back over to them, “There is a white residue at the bottom.”
“Fresh water wouldn’t do that,” the blind doctor sighed.
Locke raised an eyebrow. He then understood that both of the doctors were under the conclusion someone poisoned Micheal.
But who would do that?
-----------------------------------------------------------,
Micheal lurched again, as he rested under the tree. Marita still stood by, noticing Eddie came over to see the commotion. Kate walked past him and the Latina could see the brunette telling Eddie what was going on. The moment he heard about it, he then gave Walt the meanest look. As Eddie walked away, Walt then got up and ran after him. Marita watched the young black boy run after the other boy. She gently rubbed her chin; what is up with that?
Yolanda stayed with Micheal, wiping the sweat off his brow. Then Seth slowly came up, holding his hands behind his back. He crotched low and smiled. “Hey, guys,” he whispered.
“Hey, Seth,” Yolanda said.
“You hanging in there, Mike?” he asked.
“My stomach is killing me, man,” he said, stating the obvious.
“Well, I’m sorry but I am able to help. It won’t cure you but it will help.”
“Huh? You can help? Then why are you sorry?”
“Cause you won’t like my home remedy. But I can promise it will make you feel better.”
“At this point, I’ll try anything.”
“Okay, here it goes,” he said, holding out the item he was holding behind his back, “Check it out. It’s a dead fish and it’s been in the sun for three days.”
Micheal saw the rotten corpse of the sea creature and the stench him in the face, not to mention the flies and maggots buzzing around it. The black men then immediately turned and vomited. “OH, MY GOD, SETH!” Yolanda got up quickly to avoid Michael’s hurl.
Seth then turned and flung the dead fish into the ocean water. Jack came over with Tony. The doctor had just witnessed what happened, must to his dismay. “Seth, what the hell were you doing?” he demanded.
“Seth, what did you do?” Tony asked.
“He shoved a dead fish in Micheal’s face, making him throw up,” Yolanda said, patting Micheal on the back.
“Little home remedy my daddy taught me, “ Seth said, rubbing his hands in the sand,” Except, he used a dead bird so I can only work with the tools I have near me.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Well, whatever is causing Michael’s pain is in his stomach right?”
“Yes?”
Seth shrugged, “It ain’t in his stomach anymore.”
Micheal leaned up, coughing and laughing. Yolanda wiped his mouth with a rag. “You okay?” she asked.
“The cramps are quieting down a bit.” Micheal gave a thumbs up to Seth.
The bookstore worker waved to them and began to walk away. Jack kneeled down, looking at his black friend. Micheal had taken notice of Locke and Jack working together. “You and Locke kiss and make up?” he chuckled.
Jack shook his head.
“Good,” Micheal said, grabbing a bottle of water.
The doctor then stopped him. “No, Micheal,” he said, handing him another bottle, “Drink out of this one.”
Micheal took the water and looked at Jack. What he was implying, was hard for him to fathom. “Someone did this to me?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” the doctor sighed, “I don’t know anything yet.”
Micheal took a sip of his water, and hissed. “Sawyer.” He grunted
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