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    The Lost Word – Chapter 6

    Story written on May 3, 2007 by The L Word RPG.
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    The L Word characters on the Lost island:

    With much haste, Jenny pushed and waded through the water to pull the two women onto the sandy beach. After a few moments to make sure they were both breathing…

    For now, Paige took more of a backseat role and just made sure to hold Shane steady.

    Shay McCutcheon

    Shay held the water bottle up to his mother’s lips. "Mom. Drink something, you’ll feel better."

    He had no idea if this was true, but it seemed to be a very adult thing to say.

    James

    James had been scavenging the remains of the plane for First Aid Kits. He wasn’t in need of them; he was in relative good shape; only minor scraps and bruises, and an inch long cut his right cheek made by a flying piece of glass. But there were so many people lying there on the beach, people who needed help, badly. He doubted a First Aid Kit would make much of a difference, but he just needed to feel like he could do something.

    He coughed loudly as he stepped into one of the sections of the plane. The smoke had gotten considerably thicker, and the increased heat was a sign for James that there was no time to waste here.

    And judging by the hundreds of suitcases all around him, the “here” was the plane’s luggage compartment.

    “HELP! HELP!”

    There were voices and shouts all around the beach. But this one was different. This was muffled, subdued… and very close by.

    “HELLO? IS ANYONE HERE?” he called, his voice echoing in the tall compartment.

    Who knows? Maybe it had been just his imagination. Maybe he was lready going mad from smoke inhalation.

    But then, he heard it again. A female voice.

    “HELLO! CAN YOU HEAR ME? HELLO?”

    Shane McCutcheon

    Shane heard her son’s voice and felt the bottle gently touching her lips. It brought her senses back to the present and she realised talking to Kian had only been a dream, a memory from very long ago.

    She let Shay help her drink, she took small sips even if she would have wanted to finish the whole bottle in one big gulp. She felt that if she drank too fast, she’d choke and that would, of course, only make everything ten times worse.

    Her head became a little clearer and she reached out an arm and wrapped it around Shay, pulling him in close and hugged him. Tears started to well in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.

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