Kris shook me awake today and we got ready to search the island. I packed my laptop, cell phone, notebook, and camera. Also, a first aid kit I got at an Aussie gift shop. Ready to go, I turned to Kris.
"Alright. Wes and I will go this way," I pointed to what I thought was, whatever. And me and Weslar set off down the beach. After a few minutes, we started to jog and went into the forest. "You ready to search this forest girl?" Weslar barked in anticipation. "C'mon! Let's go!" I said to her and we burst into the forest.
After running for a while, we sat down, both out of breath. The sound of the rustling of the trees was all around us, it was almost eerie, it started to sound like whispering voices. "This is a bit creepy eh Wes?" Saying, I tried to hide my being frightened.
Just as the sound of my voice died away, there was a sound of snapping branches, Weslar started to bark. "Quiet Wes!" I hissed to my now frantic foxhound. I wondered what was going to come through the bushes.
A middle eastern man broke through the foliage, trying to run with what looked like a broken leg, he was using a stick as a walking stick. Though the walking stick didn't help as he staggered and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
"C'mon Wes." I whispered and edged toward the man, Wes following closely behind.
Another huge groan came from him, I was only a few feet away from him and could see a little puddle of blood under his knees. He was on his knees, shoulders slumped, he wore a sleeveless white shirt and cargo pants. I stepped closer to him, I needed to help him, because who else would?
"Hey, uh, need a little help?"
"Stay away from me, I know you are stranded here as well, I am not with the sickness that your comrades had, stay away." The man looked very frightened, though I really doubted that he could hurt me in his state.
"Look! I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me, I am going to help you. Just stay still." I knelt down beside him. He cringed as I brought up the pant leg of his wounded knee, thankfully the bone was not broken. I had taken a course on emergency first aid, and was a rescue SCUBA diver, finally I had a use for my talent. Taking out my first aid kit out of my backpack, I took out alcohol, cloth, and some tape and started to clean the wound.
The man grimaced and started to talk. "My name is Sayid. Sorry, I mistook you for the person that gave me this injury."
"What? How many people exactly are on this island?" I started to wrap the cloth around his wound.
"Many, there was just a plane crash, about 45 survivors. I left the group because I, I did something I promised myself I wouldn't do again." He looked at me with a face expression that I just had to pity. "I tortured someone."
"How am I to trust you then."I could tell this was something he really wouldn't do at a moment's notice and relaxed. "Sorry. Just being in the forest gives me the creeps if you know what I mean?"
He nodded.
"Well, let's get you back to the beach," I put back my first aid kit and offered him a hand up, he took it and I pulled him up. "Lean on me." He hesitated for a minute, I was quite short for my age. "Really, I'll hold you." He put his weight on me and we started off.
"How did you get on this island?"
"Well, me and my friend Kris were on a trip to Australia, to do some research. Our ship sunk and we had to swim to land." I whistled for Weslar to come. "This is my dog, Weslar. She follows me around constantly, my guardian pretty much."
The man named Sayid smiled. Just then my cell phone rang, it was Kris.