A/N: Finally another chapter up! YAY for me. This is the last chapter of Delilah's POV. The next chapter will be normal and is the last chapter EVER. Please R&R
Disclaimer: Do I need this...I own Delilah, Cloey, Amalia and Mitchell (didn't think you'd see him again, did ya?)
5 months after Dad's death
I sat next to my mother on the uncomfortable hospital chairs. She had been in here for a little less then a 48 hours, but even now the doctor said that chances of her surviving weren't good. Suddenly someone came through the door, but I didn't get up or even let go of her hand.
"Mitchell thanks for being here," My sister, Cloey, said and I looked up, reaching out my hand.
He took it in his gloved hands and sat on the seat next to me.
"What happened?" he asked
"She was going out, and the car was parked in the street. My granddad's old van was in front of her car and so she pulled out and came face to face with a four wheel drive." I said, my voice quivering.
"Was it going fast?" he asked and I nodded.
"The doctor said that she might not survive…" I said sadly
"She will, don't worry. Come home," he said, leading me away.
"So, how are we gonna get out?" I asked
"Well, we'll wait till someone comes in, then I'll distract him and you guys will run for the door." Jack said loudly
Sawyer grabbed my arm and pulled me to one side of the room
"We're under the camera, they can't see us or hear us that well and that was a false plan. Talk in whispers and we'll figure out another plan," Kate whispered and I nodded.
As they made the plan I didn't contribute but it didn't matter.
"I saw Tom eyeing you before, if he could come to the door you could….well, you know. Then we'll get out and you can somehow knock him out and we'll escape." Jack said, referring to Kate.
Kate sighed and Jack continued, but I shook my head.
"What about guards on the other side of the door." I said, and Jack sighed.
"I didn't think of that…good work Delilah." Jack said to me and I smiled.
"Why don't we do it the easy way…When they come in, we can hurt them, steal their guns and run for it?" I asked and the others agreed
We sat down again and I yawned. We waited, for at least half an hour before someone came in. I heard Jack and Sawyer do something to whoever it was and Sawyer roughly grabbed my arm, pulling towards the door. There was a lot of shooting before the fresh air hit me.
"We did it…" Jack said
Sawyer was still holding onto my arm, but more gently.
"Come on, they'll come after us," Kate said and we took off again, me being dragged along behind
There were more gunshots and then Sawyer let go of me, possibly to reload his gun. I stood there dumbly, not knowing what to do. Another gunshot rang out and hit something near me. I panicked, putting my hands out and turning around, hoping not to bang into a tree. Suddenly something hit me and I screamed in pain. My leg buckled from beneath me and I hit the ground.
"Delilah!" Kate had called my name but then screamed in pain,
I crawled forward, wincing in pain, and tried to sit up, but stopped and gasped in pain once again. Tears were now down my cheeks as the pain grew stronger. I sobbed softly, but was suddenly picked up by someone.
"It's okay Delilah," Jack's voice said, "You've been shot in the leg,we'll get you back to camp, just hold on,"
I nodded and closed my eyes as he ran.
"Kate got shot and hit her head on a rock when she tried to go back for you. Sawyer's got her and he's ahead of us," he said and I just listened, not bothering to move.
I cried out in pain as we had to squeeze through the trees, but for the rest of the trip I stayed silent, crying silently and occasionally sobbing. When we reached camp everyone sounded surprised to see us, but I suppose when they saw us they backed off.
Jack quickly laid me down on a table, rummaging around somewhere to get some things. When he was finished he put his hand over my head, smoothing back my hair.
"This'll hurt okay…a lot more than the actual bullet. I'm gonna pour alcohol over the bullet to clean it out, then, as quickly as possible I'll pull the bullet out. It wont be pleasant, but don't move your leg," Jack told me and I nodded, bracing myself. "Just incase, Sawyer's gonna hold your leg down"
Sawyer placed his hands on my ankle and below my knee, pressing down firmly.
"Okay…three, two, one," Jack said slowly, and as he said one a burning liquid was poured on my leg.
I screamed, about to kick away but Sawyer had tightened his grip and I could no nothing but groan, gasp and cry. Like he said, Jack had quickly gotten ready to pull it out.
"Ready?" he asked and I shook my head and he chuckled. "Three, two, one,"
He pulled at the bullet and I screamed in pain again, tears flowing down my cheeks as I tried to stop it from hurting. Jack placed something like a bandage over it and wiped away the fresh blood. Sawyer picked me up gently, placing me in a chair as Jack looked at the unconscious Kate.
A year after mom's death (Delilah is 11)
"Delilah, when did you first notice the signs of Cloey's illness?" the doctor asked me
"Well, she started coughing and stuff about three weeks ago…she started feeling weak about a week ago and she hasn't been able to eat anything for a day." I said, and the doctor muttered something.
"I'm going to take her to the hospital, we'll call you tonight when we have any news," the doctor said and Amalia left me to go help the doctor get Cloey ready.
Later that night
I heard the phone ring and waited for Amalia to answer it. When she did she didn't sound happy, and by the end of the conversation she was crying. I made my way to her and hugged her.
"What's wrong?" I asked
"Your sister…" she choked back a sob and struggled to continue, "She died about half an hour ago. She was too sick and wasn't responding to any of the medication and finally her body couldn't take it anymore…"
I woke up suddenly, lying down in my tent. My leg ached and I couldn't move it.
"Delilah?" Jack asked and I muttered a yes. "You've been asleep for almost a day, we were wondering when you were gonna wake up,"
"Wha…" I asked in confusion
"Don't worry, come on, you need to eat," he said, helping me stand up on one leg.
He helped me out of the tent and to the seats, and then brought me some food.
"You don't need to do this, you know," I said and he chuckled
"Don't worry about it," he said and I munched on an apple.
"How's Kate?" I asked
"She's like you. Her leg is healing nicely, like yours and she's been out of her tent for quite a while; Sawyer's been helping her around." He said and I nodded,
"Is it nighttime or morning?"
"It is dawn…I think,"
A/N: No, Jack is not blind, if that's what you were thinking, it could be dawn or it could be morning, we don't know. LOL, two deaths in one chapter. Sorry about my medical buisness, it's all crap and especially in POV's, how in the world would I know what it feels like to be shot? I don't think Delilah was emotional enough... Um...I think that's it, Please R&R
