Jhett was close to falling asleep, he could feel a weight being lifted off of him. His head was beginning to feel like....well that it wasn't there. He almost felt relieved, he would die, and then he wouldn't have to suffer anymore. He hadn't even been stranded with the rest of them for very long, and he felt hopeless. He didn't know if he would ever heal, and if he did, would he heal correctly? Would there be damage? He didn't know what Yvette was doing, and he didn't know what had happened with the other guy that she had been helping. All he knew was that he was going to go to sleep now...