The walk to the Compound and back again is so much longer on little legs, but Gwen didn't have much of a choice. She's not going to show up on Peter's doorstep in a shirt that hangs on her like a tent and no pants. No way ( Read more... )

The last thing Gwen remembers with any clarity is Peter's face. After that, it was all a blur and the dull knowledge that she was about to hit a wall head-first. She'd braced for it, she knows that much, but everything went black after that ( Read more... )

It's been a whirlwind three days. Peter's kept every promise (And beyond), and even after months on the island and having to walk everywhere she cares to go, Gwen's practically worn out, but happily so. Even the visit with Peter's mother hadn't been nearly as difficult as she'd anticipated, and if Gwen hadn't known better, she might have ( Read more... )

It's been a strange couple of weeks, and the truth is, Gwen's not certain how she feels about any of it. Nathan's arrival hit her harder than she could have expected, and then with Bennet on his heels, she's been finding it difficult to not expect to stumble upon Simone, gunshot and confused and what she imagined was so very much better than ( Read more... )

Gwen doesn't know why she's anxious. The truth is that she doesn't actually know what she's going to say to Jack, what she'll do. It wasn't a lie, when she'd said she'd just wanted to see him. Things have felt so confused and jumbled up lately, and maybe if she just sees him, maybe if she's around him again, she can find her feet. That's how it ( Read more... )

Today, Gwen is sitting outside. Still playing the part of the invalid, she's sitting in a chair that she had one of the doctors bring out for her, citing the need for fresh air and sunshine. It's not much, but it's infinitely better than being inside. Plus, it's one thing to be naturally pale, but she's so washed out that against the contrast of ( Read more... )

The pain's not lessening any, nor becoming any easier to manage as far as Gwen can tell. Sleep's still the order of the day, but while her bouts of consciousness are short, she's much more coherent today than the day before. Speaking's easier because she's learned what causes more pain and what doesn't. Sometimes Peter is there when she comes to ( Read more... )

( It's been cloudy on and off for a week now... )

( Journal Entry )

From the first day Gwen had arrived on the island, she had heard about strange occurrences. Not that being there in the first place wasn't odd enough. The winter weather that marked her entire first month on Tabula Rasa had been one of those strange occurrences, yet it was the more seemingly-minor events that had affected her the most. The ( Read more... )