Lost and found

[justaconman]

James had risen through the ranks of island security, and a year ago, he'd been assigned to a position that reminded him of the National Guard back home, where sometimes he'd get sent off island to help mitigate conflicts, defuse skirmishes. It was never anything terribly dangerous, though there was the threat of it

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[blondieburke]

Juliet has always been proud of James. Always supporting him, always pushing him to follow his dreams. They have their family, and it's always been that as long as they're together, they can do anything. But all of that, everything, crumbles to the ground when she's told that James is dead. That things went horribly wrong. The fact that she doesn't have his body though, that keeps her from giving up, and she refuses to go to a memorial service. Because he's not dead

[justaconman]

The doctor explains that a ship found him lying on a piece of driftwood, and they're not sure how many days he was drifting at sea. They're giving him IV fluids to help rehydrate him. There are injuries from the blast, nothing life-threatening -- bruised ribs, various cuts and scrapes, and other wounds that have scarred up, wounds he received from the torture on the ship -- and there's a gash on his forehead that they've stitched up. He's sleeping, they tell her. He hasn't stirred since they got him to the hospital.

[blondieburke]

When she finally goes in to see him, her knees buckle at the sight of James right there in front of her, and a nurse helps her to the side of his bed, another bringing a chair for her to sit.

Juliet's hand reaches out to touch his arm, and she lets out a shaky breath. "James? Baby? Can you hear me?"

[justaconman]

He stirs, almost imperceptibly, and his breathing changes just slightly, but his eyes don't open yet. Somewhere in his consciousness, though, he can hear her, and he's fighting to wake up and make it back to her.