i_shop The dead are always a little crazy [open]
She thought she was dead.
She saw the gun, she felt the pain, and she remembered collapsing into Sayid's arms as her vision became foggy and it was just such an effot to stay upright and stay awake. So she took the easy way out, and went to sleep.
She woke up when Vincent decided it was a good idea to lick her nose.
Ew. Dog germs.
Shannon thought she'd wake to Jack, to Sayid, maybe even Sun, brandishing some miracle medicine made of clown fish and onions. She did not expect to be propped up against a brick wall, on a decidedly concrete ground, staring across the street to a Starbucks.
The smell of coffee was overwhelming. Shannon groaned and buried her face in her hands. "I'm going mad."
Vincent wagged his tail happily beside her. She looked at him, with a mixture of confusion and disgust. "This is all your fault."
When someone is thrown into a completely unfamiliar and downright werid situation, they either get very, very panicked, or go very, very calm. Shannon's subconsciousness has decided that this was not the time to panic yet.