[The med bay housed a familiar silhouette - a woman with red hair that had gone frizzy in the South American humidity, dressed in a lavender tank top, a muddied and bloodied skirt that was once white, and those same stilettos that he said she wouldn't last two minutes in.]
[There she was, still fresh from Isla Nublar, looking through the cabinets for items that could be of use. So far, she had a pile of gauze bandages, a jar of cotton balls, and a bottle of disinfectant, all on the gurney beside her. She had also spirited away some canned goods from the kitchen and had them laid out beside the medical supplies - some cans of beans, vegetables, fruit cocktail. Even in the apocalypse, the woman was still trying to eat healthy.]
[She was just looking at her list - she'd managed to make one, ticking off its contents with a pencil - when she turned around to look at him.]
[Claire's jaw dropped, and relief flooded her features.]
Owen!
[The way she said his name spoke volumes - fear, hope, relief, sadness - a story that perhaps no longer needed telling.]
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[There she was, still fresh from Isla Nublar, looking through the cabinets for items that could be of use. So far, she had a pile of gauze bandages, a jar of cotton balls, and a bottle of disinfectant, all on the gurney beside her. She had also spirited away some canned goods from the kitchen and had them laid out beside the medical supplies - some cans of beans, vegetables, fruit cocktail. Even in the apocalypse, the woman was still trying to eat healthy.]
[She was just looking at her list - she'd managed to make one, ticking off its contents with a pencil - when she turned around to look at him.]
[Claire's jaw dropped, and relief flooded her features.]
Owen!
[The way she said his name spoke volumes - fear, hope, relief, sadness - a story that perhaps no longer needed telling.]