The crash must have happened only 3 hours ago.
I'm just sitting down and getting stitched up by this nice guy named Dr. Jack Shephard. I winced in pain while looking up cause just the sight of blood or needles makes me absolutely sick.
"Don't worry, it's almost over" Jack said. All of a sudden Charlie's face appeared in front of mine, which scared me and made me jumped. I quickly turned my head to look at him since I hadn't seen him since the plane. So obviously, I was thrilled that he made it! However, that was a wrong move because it must have affected Jack stitching me because as I did that my skin felt like it was being pulled off of my leg. I winced again and quickly turned my make around and pushed most of my body forward.
"Sorry" Charlie said walking in front me.
"What happened?" he asked nodding down at my leg.
"Just a cut from the crash" I said biting on my lip, looking down at it for a minute then back to Charlie to try and take my mind off of the cut.
"What happened to you? I haven't seen you since the plane." I asked looking over him and not seeing much damage.
"Just helping find luggage" he said still looking at my leg instead of me, which bugged me because that wasn't helping me forget about it.
"Oh" I said still looking at him and biting my lip. I felt like if I didn't I would lose all my will power, look and that would just make it worse.
"Done." Jack said as I released my lip and looked at it. I smiled then looked at Jack.
"Thank you." I said.
"No problem" he replied, returning my smile.
"Well I'll see you around" he said, grabbed the supplies and stood up then turned to look at Charlie who was behind him now. They exchanged a friendly nod then walked away.
"I'm so sorry" Charlie said finally looking at my face instead of my leg or the ocean.
"For what?" I asked confused.
"Everything" he said and sat down in front of me.
"There's nothing to be sorry for Charlie, this wasn't your fault." I said lying a little bit because I would have never been on this plane and neither would Charlie have been, if he didn't do his drugs. If he didn't do them, he would have never felt me and the family, and he would have never made me feel like I'd forever lose him if I didn't go with him.
"Yes it is" he said. I put my head back for a second then looked at him
"It's fine, really" I said starting to get up. I winced a little because the stitches hurt but I stood up. Charlie still sat there and looked up at me.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes, really." I replied and walked away. I stopped in me tracks. I didn't know where to go to. I figured I would keep walking and think quick, that was always a strong point for me. I then thought I could go try and find my luggage. I walked toward some of the luggage, some of which people were still throwing on land. I walked toward the edge of the ocean.
"Excuse me?" I said to a guy with dark hair, it was kind of curly.
"Yes" he said with an accent as he turned to face me
"Um I'm Kristen. I was wondering if you could use another hand with finding the luggage?" I asked, the man went to answer but then I heard a guy farther out shout something but I didn't hear what it was. The guy with an accent looked at the man while he talked then faced me again.
"No we are good, thanks" he said then turned back toward the ocean.
"Ok, you're welcome" I said slowly and a little confused. Then I turned around and took a few steps. I guess I'll just look for my luggage. I dug through the piles and piles of different luggage. I finally saw some black luggage but I didn't see my black duffle bag. I moved some of the black suitcases around until I saw not only one black duffle bag but two of them. I looked at them both and couldn't spot any difference. I looked around and saw nobody looking. I quickly kneeled down next to the two bags and unzipped one and peeked into it. I looked around again, no one. I moved some clothes around. This one for sure wasn't mine. I went to zip it up but a hand grabbed mine and immediately stopped me. I gasped and looked up, only to meet the eyes of the guy from the plane.
"Is it a hobby of yours, you know looking through other people's luggage?" He questioned smirking at me. I couldn't get words out quick enough, which just made that smirk of his bigger. I looked down at me hand that he was still touching and moved it away. I looked back up at him since he was now squatting down in front of me "
"No, I was just seeing which black duffle bag was mine." I said softly.
"Well it isn't this one" he said grabbing his bag, standing up then walking away. I watched him for a minute then pulled the other bag over toward me and opened it. The first thing I saw was my brothers' Driveshaft CDs laying on top of my clothes. I smiled to myself and closed the bag. I stood up, grabbed the bag and went to turn around when I saw some bushes moving. I looked around and no one else saw it. So I dropped the bag back into the pile of luggage and walked toward the bushes slowly taking 2 steps every 20 seconds. Finally I approached the bushes and closed my eyes tightly before opening them again and stepping into the jungle and only about 5 steps later, I got to the bush and looked right behind it and- only saw a dog. I smiled at it and went to bend down and pet it but it ran off. I tried to run after it but by the time I started to, it was gone. I stood there staring at where the dog ran off to then walked back to the beach. I forgot what I was planning on doing before I spotted the dog. Get my luggage! I walked back over to the luggage but before I could pick up the bag again, I heard someone yell
"Hey, you" I looked up and saw that guy Jack whom was bending over something laying on the ground with what looked like a person on it. I looked around yourself and then looked back at him and pointed to myself and he nodded. I swallowed hard and walked over there, I had a feeling this wasn't going to be good. I got him and felt sick just looking at the blood
"Yes?" I asked him.
"Can you help me?" he asked looking at the person and not me.
"Maybe" I replied, unsure.
"Hold him now." he said. I bent down on the other side of the person and grabbed both of his arms and held him down. I saw Jack take a needle and put something in it
"Where did you get that?" I asked since it had been only about 4-5 hours since the crash.
"Found it over there by the crash site." He said nodding to the crashed plane behind me.
"Oh" was all I could say but then looked to my right so I didn't watch Jack actually use the needle.
"Hey Kris" I heard Charlie's voice call. I looked behind me while still holding the guy down. "Hey Charlie" I replied.
"Can you come here"" Charlie asked as he stood a few feet behind me.
"No, can you come here?" I asked back, looking away from Charlie and back to the Jungle to your right. I heard footsteps coming closer then Charlie got in my view
"Hey, what's up?" I asked curious of what he needed.
"Just letting you know I'm going with Kate to go find the Cockpit" He told me.
"I'll come too" I heard Jack say.
"I don't think that would be a good idea you're the only doctor who else will take care of the dying people?" I said looking at Jack
"Just let me finish up on this guy and I can come" Jack insisted
"Alright." Charlie said and started to walk away again. Jack looked back down at the guy and started stitching his arm again.
"I want to go too" I shouted, still looking at Jack but meaning for Charlie to hear. Jack looked up at me after I said that.
"I don't think that's a very smart idea" Jack said
"I agree" Charlie said and I heard him come back toward me. I looked and saw him standing next to me now.
"Well I want to go and therefore, I'm coming" I said not wanting to take no for an answer.
"Ok, fine. Come." Charlie said and walked away. I looked at Jack and he looked unhappy about it but looked back down at the guy. I looked up at the sky and bit my lip. Later after he finished up on the guy, I walked up to Charlie.
"Ready" I said smiling.
"Yeah, about that" he started.
"I'm coming" I said knowing where he was going with this. He sighed
"I really don't think that's a smart move though, Kris" he was basically begging me not to come.
"I'm coming Charlie" I stated.
"Fine but we're not leaving until the morning." he said and started walking away toward the luggage, I followed.
"Why?"
"It's getting late, plus this way we have all day tomorrow" he said as we reached the luggage and he started digging for his bag.
"Fine" I said.
Later that night everything was set for the night. Right now, some people were sitting around a small little fire which a guy named Hurley and that Sayid guy made with a little help from Charlie. I sat next to Charlie and a guy named Michael who had his cute little boy laying on his lap sound asleep. I looked around as some people talked a little bit but it was mostly quiet. I spotted a shadow coming from a piece of the plane, a rather huge piece too. So I figured it was probably a person, I looked at Charlie who was talking to the pregnant girl, Claire so I slipped out of the circle of people and walked toward the plane wreckage. I peeked over the top of it and saw the guy from the plane. I rolled my eyes at the fact I kept bumping into him today. I walked around it to find the opening, walked in and sat right to him. He was smoking a cigarette and looking at a piece of paper, I had no clue how he was reading it since it was almost pitch dark the only light was from his cigarette and the two windows this piece of wreckage had, so it got a little light from the fire.
"Hi" I said looking at him. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, blew smoke out and finally looked at me too
"Hi" he said back. He turned his head away and faced forward and put the cigarette back in his mouth. I turned forward too and put my head against the back of the plane wreckage, and all I could think was being stuck on an island sucks
