It's Complicated
Warmth. Boone could feel warmth all over. His eyes fluttered open to see the sun. His first thought: Why am I on a beach? His second: Where's Shannon? He pulled himself up from the sand, looking around the beach. There were people running around in torn clothes, all looking confused. There were some people that weren't moving at all. Boone's face reflected the horrific scene before him. The plane had crashed on an island. "Shannon!" He called, limping along the sand as quickly as he could.
There was a small group of people talking quickly. A blonde young man with elf-ish features, a very pregnant woman, and a man with short dark hair. Boone ran up to them, wincing from the stiffness of his muscles. "Have you seen a tall, blonde girl?" He asked urgently. "No, but keep looking. If you see someone injured but still alive, try to help them. Send them back here." The dark-haired man ordered. Boone, too flustered to do anything else, just nodded and continued looking for Shannon. When he was about half way across the beach, he heard a scream that was like music to his ears. "Boone!" Shannon was standing completely still, screaming his name repeatedly.
He ran to meet her, crushing her in a hug. "Shannon. Are you okay?" He looked her over. She had a few cuts and bruises, but she seemed to be otherwise unharmed. "No, I'm not okay Boone! Our. Plane. Crashed." She said, throwing her hands into the air. "I know, I know. But we can't panic. We just have to… help people." He said, looking around for someone injured. "No! We need to help ourselves! What if we die? I am not going to die on an island, Boone Carlyle!" She said with narrowed eyes.
As if it was his fault. Boone shook his head. There were too many injured people to count, all of them shouting for help. It was like hell's personal chorus. "Shan, stay here. I'm gonna go help people." He said, going to the closest person he saw. Shannon followed him angrily. When they arrived to the person they saw it was a woman. Boone flipped her gently so she was facing upwards. He gave a gasp of surprise, fighting the tears. It was the woman he had gotten the story from, the woman that had been looking so lovingly into her husband's eyes. He placed a shaking hand to her neck, checking for a pulse. It was still there, beating strong. He lifted her up, determined to carry her all the way to the other man. Shannon was still following like a lost puppy. (Haha..LOST puppy..) Of course, puppies don't usually have the angry look on their face that Shannon did. So, she was like a lost puppy with rabies.
When the three people, one unconscious, found the man he was giving mouth-to-mouth to another older woman. He sat up, a sad look on his face. "She's gone." He murmured, then noticed Boone. "I think she's okay. Just passed out. But can you check?" He asked, setting the lady in front of the doctor. He nodded, and proceeded to look her over, giving her small wounds a glance. "She's okay. We're all going to be okay." He said, more to himself than the others.
That doctor had never made a more incorrect statement.
It was night now, and things had calmed down. They had found over fifty people dead, and almost all the rest bearing some form of injury. Currently, Boone sat with his arm around Shannon at a bonfire. She hadn't rejected his touch like she normally would, because she needed it. The warm touch of another human being that actually cared for her. Every one of the survivors were staring at the fire, no dash of hope in their eyes. Then an older bald man came walking towards them all, a few fish on a stick. "Well, you all are about the saddest looking things I've ever seen." He said, planting the pole into the ground firmly. "Come on. We're alive, aren't we? That's nothing to be gloomy about." A few people shrugged in response, but Boone actually considered his words. Sure, they were probably about the most un-lucky group of people within miles, but. They. Were. Alive.
Hello. ^-^ I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. It was difficult for me to write, and I'm not sure why. But, I got it done! And hopefully it wasn't too painful to read. Anyways, pretty please with a LOST puppy on top review. (: Tell me what you think. Criticism is always welcome. I love getting ideas as for where to take this. Thanks. -Cat