(Note: Lost does not belong to me, yadda yadda yadda.)
Kate watched the tide roll in and out and deliberately ignored Sayid's retreating figure. She did not want to think about what kind of danger he was placing himself him. She had to try not to worry about him—there was enough for her to worry about right here on the beach. At the moment, she had to go check on Sawyer's bandages. Jack had told her that the stitching might not be enough to keep the wound sealed; she had to check the bandages every few hours to make sure they weren't getting blood-soaked, and if they were she had to wash them out and rebandage the wound as quickly as possible. The wound needed to be kept clean and dry.
"Sawyer?" Kate said as she approached his makeshift shelter, not wanting to surprise him or wake him if he'd gone back to sleep.
"What?" Sawyer growled, his head turned away from her. "What the hell do you want now?"
"I need to check your dressing. Jack said—"
"'Jack said,' " Sawyer echoed mockingly.
"Jack said that they had to be checked to make sure you didn't get gangrene or anything. There aren't a lot of antibiotics. You don't want to lose the arm," Kate mustered on.
Sawyer now turned his head to look at his right bicep. He shifted it slightly to get a better look at the bandaging. It appeared to be clean. "It's fine," he said. "Now, why don't you go and chop some wood for the fire since it looks like I'm not going to be doing it any time soon."
"That's a good idea. I'll go do that." Kate paused. "Sawyer, about that kiss—"
Now she'd gotten his full attention. "Yeah, Freckles, let's talk about that kiss," he said, his mouth twisting into a smirk.
"You're a great kisser," Kate said.
Sawyer raised his eyebrows in an expression that said both that he wasn't surprised to hear such a thing, and that he was slightly surprised to hear Kate admitting it.
"I've been thinking a lot about you and Jack, comparing the two of you. It's funny—I admire Jack, his dedication, his hard work, his goodness. But look at where we are. You and me, Sawyer, we're on the beach and he's inland. In some ways I like the way you think—you've got hope. And for now at least, I need that hope that we're going to be rescued soon. Jack has essentially given up. I won't give up. Not yet. Now, this doesn't mean that I've chosen you over Jack, it just means that maybe I don't think you're as despicable as I thought you were or how much . . . you think you are." Before Sawyer could reply, Kate added, "I'm going to chop that wood now."
She got up and walked away. She glanced in the direction where Sayid had gone, but she couldn't see him anymore.