The Begining
This is my first Lost fanfic, please review with good or bad points!
The smell of gasoline filled my nose my throat raw and my eyes slowly adjusting. "What the hell?" I muttered slowly standing up, fully adjusting to my surroundings. Holy shit, the plane crashed and i was alive!
With all the noise i could only make out one word "HELP!" I whipped around to see who was calling out. I muffled a scream of pain and looked down to see my white, army issued shirt bloodied. I lifted it up to see a gash that i knew would need stitches. Gritting my teeth, i ignored the pain and ran to the woman who had been shouting out in pain. She was a blonde pregnant woman, about my age, maybe younger.
"Are you alright? are you beeding?" I asked, panicking. I was in the army for gods sake, i didnt deal with pregnant women, just dying men! "Its my baby!" The woman cried "I think im having contractions!" What the hell was i supposed to do?! Her pain began to supress and she looked up at me thankfully "I'm claire" She smiled
"I'm Grace" I smiled back as a man approached us. I could tell he was a doctor by the way he held himself, a surgeon possibly. "You two okay?" He shouted over all the noise and panic "Shes hving contractions!" I exclaimed but claire just shook her head "No i'm fine, she's bleeding!" I glanced down at my shirt, noticing the stain getting bigger. "Shit" i swore, the adrenaline washing away. The doctor reached out, helping me up and called a larger man over "You, time out her contractions and keep her breathing."
The doctor started pulling me towards the jungle when the bigger guy spoke "Wait! Dude, whats your name?" The doctor turned round "I'm Jack" Ah, so the doctors name was Jack i thought, smiling. As he sat me down i grimaced "Take your shirt off, i need to stitch you up" I nodded, taking my army shirt off. As he prepped the needle and thread he made small talk with me "So the army? Where'd you fight?" I smiled "Iraq, on leave for a month" Jack spoke again "Whats your name?" I realised i hadn't told him yet "Oh, i'm Grace, Grace Jackson" I felt the needle pierce my skin and just hissed "Wow, not screaming" I sighed "yeah, i've felt worse pain than this." He decided not to ask as he sewed me up. "All done" He said, tying it off. i stood up "Thank you."
I walked back to where Claire was, and the larger dude ws "Hey Claire, how are you?" I asked, seeing her breathing had become slower "Who are you?" She asked the bigger guy "I'm hurley, what about you dude?" I smiled at his use of dude "I'm Grace" I looked around the beach freezing as i saw someone i didn't want to see, an iraqi man. "Grace? You alright?" I was broken out of my stupor by Claire.I smiled "Yeah, i'm okay"