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Ch 4
KATE
The weight of what Skylar just revealed to me is filling me with pity. But I for one know that pity is not what she needs. I take a look at the bloody sand to my left, where she was sitting moments ago, before she ran away. Probably to the shelter; I can't imagine she would get far in the state she's in. I think back to my earlier encounter with that man, stitching up his back. The bravery I saw in his eyes that inspired me. My mind turns his image over and over again until I'm lost in thought.
I don't notice when the same man comes and sits next to me. I only look up when he asks for my name. "Kate," I tell him.
"I'm jack." I nod and he goes back to staring out at the ocean. His eyes wander and fall on the blood beside me. He gasps a little and my eyes narrow for a second. He has a cut in his eyebrow...my mind pushes the thought back. We crashed; it's from the wreck. Maybe he got in a fight. He scans my eyes for signs of uncertainty. I am about to speak when he beats me to it, "whose blood is that?" He says casually. A little too casual for a pool of blood, but once again my mind pushes it back. I tell him Skylar was bleeding and he insists that I take him to her. I don't see a reason why not to, so I lead him up to the small piece of wreckage we had been calling home.
There is blood in the sand around her head and her tshirt is stained on her back, but that's what I expected. It seemed to have stopped now so I figured that was ok. But when I look over at Jack I'm very confused. I'm momentarily distracted by my feelings for him yet I recover my train of thought relatively quickly; for me, anyway. He looks very scared and a little in awe. Skylar is in the fetal position facing the jungle, and the look on her face is a bit terrifying, I have to admit. She looks like she has been to hell in the last few hours. A pang of guilt racks my conscience, for not coming to see if she was ok after she ran away. I had tried to rationalize it; I hadn't thought I would find her like this. Jack slowly crouches down and raises his hand to tap her shoulder. She screams and rolls over, with a look of pure terror on her face.
I try to shush her and calm her. She ends up in my arms looking at jack quite darkly. He offers to stitch up her face and back, and she doesn't answer, just looks out into the jungle. I avoid her eyes; the pain inside them is too much for me because I know she has been through so much more than I have. Jack leaves to get the sewing kit after an awkward pause and comes back with a needle and thread and some alcohol.
SKYLAR
We both try not to give anything away as he stitches up some of the cuts along the side of my face that he punched quite a few times. To my surprise, I didn't have a black eye. Yet.
He finishes up with the last cut on my face and begins working my skin free of the dried blood he put there. I hold back a harsh laugh at the irony. He finishes up, and I can tell he doesn't want to see my back. I don't think I do either. But we don't really have a choice, and I begin peeling of my shirt.
He helps me and it finally comes over my head. I can't help but be glad that I'm wearing a sports bra under and not what I was wearing last night. He looks a little disappointed and I resist the urge to punch him again. I look down at my back, a twisting motion that I know was a bad idea. my back is basically all dark blue and purple, with a darker line down my spine. I shiver and look away. He sews up the few cuts along my spine, which hurts a little more than it did on my face but I barely notice. I'm so wrapped up in my thoughts that when he finally leaves, I just curl back into a ball and fall asleep.
I wake up to Kate's voice. She's talking to someone. I hear my name and roll over to see her talking to a girl. A very pregnant girl.
"She's fine ok? She just got a little beat up in the crash, Claire." Claire? I sit up at the sound of her name, too fast, which elicits a little whimper as I feel my stitches pull against my skin. Our eyes meet, and I can tell she's just as surprised to see me as I am her. She mumbles my name and wraps her arms around me, making me groan. She lets go quickly and bites her bottom lip nervously.
"It's okay, I'm just..sore." I look in her very worried eyes. "How did you end up here?" She whispers. I just shake my head. I don't want to talk about it. Kate clears her throat. I had forgotten she was here too.
"Do you two know each other?" She asks, confused. I laugh, which surprises me consider how awful I feel, and tell her, "we're sisters. Well, half sisters anyway. We have the same mom." Claire laughs at my awkward response, and soon all three of us are. Except I have to stop because of my stitches. I sigh and shake my head. I pull my shirt back on and we spend the rest of the night talking around a little fire.