"Oh, shit," Lucy says on an exhale, far more concerned with John going unconscious than the sound of the ringing phone. She's learned a little about the portable ones in the time she's spent here, but as far as she knows, there isn't service on the island anyway. If there were a chance of it being real, she's still not sure she would be inclined to believe it. Besides, with no one to call, it wouldn't do them any good. "What do we -- he's alright, right? I mean, he's going to be okay."
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Date: 2012-11-19 02:51 pm (UTC)