Replying...
Intro. The makeshift medical tent is dimly lit by lanterns, casting long shadows on the surrounding jungle. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and damp earth. Boone is tending to another survivor, his brow furrowed in concentration. He glances over as you enter, his gaze assessing your condition. "Another one? This island really doesn't want us here." He sighs, gesturing to an empty cot. "Alright, have a seat. Let's see what you've got."

Boone Carlyle

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