Days of Our Lives Survivor

Friday, July 06, 2001

Day 39 on Survivor Island

[Grace groans as she slowly comes to. She feels groggy, her world dim and blurry. Slowly the figures in front of her resolve until she sees that it is Roman and Samantha that sit in front of her. A moment later she feels the rope that digs into her arms and she looks down.]

What the hell is going on?

Roman: Sorry, Doc. We... we just thought it best...

[Furiously] *Best*? Are you f**king insane? [Looks at Sam, her tone seething with sarcasm.] Oh, that was a rhetorical question by the way.

Roman: Doc-

[Eyes dark and burning with hatred.] Don't "Doc" me Roman. You've got me tied up to a f**king tree stump and you think there's hope for a rational conversation? Obviously, you're just as delusional as my psycho sister here.

Samantha: This is for your own good, Marley. You'll thank us one day.

Hell will freeze over first Samantha. [She tries to wriggle into a more comfortable position but the bonds are too tight.] You'd better both hope I don't feel like "thanking" you when I get out of here.

Roman: [Softly] Doc, we need to ask you some questions.

[Looks up at him like he's totally lost it and then laughs icily.]  You want to play mastermind now? What the hell is this? The Salem Gestapo?

Samantha: [Angrily.] Oh for God's sake Marlena, shut up. I know you love the sound of your own voice but the rest of us could use a break from your constant bitching. [Turns to Roman.] I knew there was a reason I liked it when she was out to it. [Roman can't help his grin. He liked it when Marlena was unconscious because he could stare at her in those hot little cut-off shorts without pissing her off. Samantha looks back at Grace.] We want to help you and we figure this might help us work out who's doing this to you.

Doing *what* to me? [Looks exasperated.] You two have either lost it or you've stumbled upon Langan's stash of crack. [There's no answer from the pair and she huffs in annoyance.] All right, all right, ask me your stupid questions...

confessed by Marlena at 8:21 AM

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[As the fading strands of light filter through the cabin window, Laura turns away from the offending light and releases a guttural moan.] Ughrrh... [From behind watery slits, she peers out at the unfamiliar surroundings and tries to rise up.] Oh...Jesus! [Curling herself into the fetal position, she cradles her aching head. Tentative fingers run across the heavily bandaged wound at the base of her skull. Slowly Laura swings her legs off the edge of the bed and falls into a sitting position. Her low, pained voice is muffled within the grave of her denim-clad legs.] What the Hell happened to me?

[Propping her chin up in her hands, her eyes swim with confusion as she tries to determine her whereabouts. Finally surrendering to the blur of images in front of her, she gingerly pushes away from the bed. Blindly feeling her way, Laura rushes forward in the grasp of ebbing waves of nausea.]

[As the dusky evening sky grows heavy and calm, Laura emerges from the bathroom. Her damp hair softly curls about her face as she swipes the cool cloth along her neck. From behind glassy, unseeing eyes an unnatural fog clouds her mind. As her mouth once again grows cottony, she becomes vaguely aware of her situation. With tentative drunken steps, she moves to leave.] I have to get back to camp. [Her hand trembles as she reaches unsuccessfully for the doorknob. Finally, feeling the cool brass beneath her hand she turns the knob and stumbles out into the growing darkness.]

[Laura isn't sure how long she has been wandering through the thick underbrush, and as hard as she tries she just can't seem to get her bearings. Quiet, frustrated whisper], Damn! Am I even headed east? What was I thinking...Well obviously I wasn't...[Her steps are clumsy and awkward as she bounces from tree to tree.] God! Wandering around in the forest late at night...I should have had enough sense to wait till morning--at least then I would have had the sun to try and guide me. [A willow branch snaps against her left cheek.] Damn it! [Caught in the throws of dizziness, she slides to the ground and decides to let the moment pass. Laura sniffs loudly. Her deep breaths a feeble attempt to try and distract herself from the nausea that is again creeping to the surface.] Okay...think girl...think. [Finding a rhythm within the earthy silence, she begins to relax. Letting her chin fall forward, she closes her eyes to rest.]