Death
A/N well this is my first Lost story and I'm sad to admit that it does involve a death right off the bat. But I hope you will enjoy it and perhaps shed a few tears (not that I really want you to cry) and remember this story. Kate's POV
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, but I do own this story!
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"Okay Freckles, just breathe," Sawyer held my head in his lap. "BREATHE DAMMIT! BREATHE!"
"Sawyer... it... hurts..." I whispered as I took on a small gasp of breath. He pushed the hair away from my face. Jack examined the wound I had suffered.
"The arrow pierced her heart and went through her lung, if I pull it out, she'll die in a matter of seconds, if I don't, she may have a little longer," he told Sawyer. I could hear that he was about to cry.
"Pull... it out," I whispered. "Please."
"No, Freckles, no," Sawyer said. "I'm not going to let you kill her."
I gasped again, struggling for every breath. I hated feeling so helpless. "Don't... make me suffer," I begged. I felt the blood in my mouth, the taste revolted me. It trickled to my lip.
"Kate..."
"Jack..." I whispered. "Jack..." I held out my hand, I was struggling for each breath, he must've understood that. "Please... Jack... if... if you love me... pull it out."
Jack's tear's spilled over and he reached for the arrow.
"What the hell are you doing!? We can't let her die!" Sawyer yelled desperately. I'd never heard such desperation from him, ever.
"I have to. I love her," Jack said, looking down at the blood stained arrow.
"So do I! It doesn't mean you let her die!" Sawyer yelled through gritted teeth.
"Please..." another short, gasping breath. With every inhalation of air, I wished for death. "Don't... please don't let me... suffer..." I begged. I knew, either way, I was dying. Even if I hadn't had this arrow hit me, I would still be dying. Perhaps slower, and for a different cause, but I was going to perish either way.
"Freckles," the desperation in Sawyers voice was unbearable.
"Jack..." I reached out my hand again. "Please..." this time, my hand closed his around the arrow. "Don't... let me suffer..." I love you, I thought.
"We can't let her suffer," Jack finally admitted. He began to pull the arrow out.
The pain I felt was terrible, but instead of screaming, or begging for him to stop, I whispered two words. "Thank you."
"NO!" Sawyer yelled, I could tell he wanted to lunge at Jack, perhaps even kill him.
I gasped again, and with my final breath, I looked at Jack and whispered what I had been thinking. "I love you."
And with that, I closed my eyes, and welcomed death.
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I hope that I was pretty good with the characters in there.
Please review to tell me if I should do anymore Lost stories of if that one was terrible.
Thanks!!
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