Famous Last Words
Chapter Eleven
If you were to drop dead right now, would you be satisfied with your life?
When you die, you not only have to forgive others, but you have to forgive yourself- Tuesdays with Morrie(will find the exact quote later
He asked me why I didn't where a seat belt in those scenes and I told him: death wouldn't wear a seat belt- James Head from the Dead Zone on playing 'death'.
Sawyer's eyes widened as the man's hand came closer and closer to the trigger, and he was paralyze, unable to do anything except to cringe, and try to twist his body to where it would've been impossible to hit his chest. Then he had nothing to do but just sit there and wait for the man to the gun to shoot, imagining what it felt like to be shot as he watched as a million thoughts ran through the intruder's head. At last, the intruder's finger pulled tightly against the trigger, and the bullet seemed to travel through slow motion, until making home in Sawyer's left shoulder, just above where Sayid stabbed him months before.
Grabbing his arm in pain, Sawyer watched in horrific fascination as the red liquid seeped through his fingers, staining his shirt, and leaking onto Jack's white carpet.
He's gonna kill me, Sawyer thought as he squeezed his arm tightly, hoping that that would stop the pain.
It didn't and the man who shot him seemed to be able to do nothing more than to just watch as Sawyer glared at him, frightened by what was going on.
Fear was a new thing that Sawyer had discovered that night. The wreck, being shot. Events that he couldn't control. Even with being tortured, he could've controlled that, only chose not to. But now, as he felt himself slip away, just the thought of someone or something else being able to control what was happening to him irked Sawyer, and in a way, made him nervous. And those were his last thoughts as the man in front of him finally blinked and turned, running away as Sawyer finally lost consciousness.
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It had miraculously taken Jack and Kate only two hours to find their way back to Jack's apartment. When they did, Jack threw open the door, and the first thing that told him something that was wrong was the fact that the door was unlocked. The second was that it was six in the morning and the room still managed to be pitch black. Kate herself was frozen with equal fear, and was praying that any moment, Sawyer would come walking through the kitchen, maybe with a beer in his hand, and yell 'gotcha'. But it never happened.
Jack made the first move, stepping into the apartment and Kate followed, each foot stepping heavily on the ground behind the first. Setting his keys down, Jack observed new damage to the apartment, though thankfully this time, only raging as far as a turned over chair or two. Whoever the intruder was had gone through the unlocked balcony door, and Jack immediately hated himself for not thinking about locking it earlier that night.
"Sawyer," Kate called quietly, "you in here?"
Jack wanted to tell Kate that she shouldn't call out, just in case the intruder was still in here, but found himself unable to stop her. At the silence that followed her call, Kate began racing around the apartment, and the last place she checked was Jack's room, where a loud gasp followed her entrance.
"Jack!" She cried in a panic, and Jack ran in after her.
"Oh God," Jack said in a breath at the site that lay before him.
Up against the bed lay Sawyer, clearly unconscious. His right hand was clutching his left arm, and both were drowned in blood. It took Jack a moment to comprehend what he was seeing before dropping to his knees, removing Sawyer's hand from his arm, quickly able to conclude what he saw.
"He was shot," Jack informed Kate quietly.
But Kate didn't respond. She felt sick, like she could throw up any second, but was frozen in space, which didn't suite well with Jack's next orders.
"Kate," he said quickly, "I need you to go to the bathroom, kitchen, wherever and get me some hand towels. We need to stop the bleeding."
"He's still bleeding?" Kate said softly, looking at Sawyer in horror.
"Yes," Jack said, assuming that Kate would fulfill his orders afterward.
When she didn't, he just looked at her, and though he felt bad for having to yell at her, Jack knew he had to to get her attention.
"Kate!"
With that, Kate ran out of the room, and Jack stripped off the jacket he was wearing and held it to Sawyer's arm as he took his phone out of his pocket. One handed, he dialed 911.
"Hello?" The operator said in a tired, worn out voice.
"Yes," Jack responded, "I need an ambulance. I've got a here shot."
"And your address sir?"
Jack's mind went blank. What was his address? It took a few moments for it took come back to Jack's mind, and the only way he remembered was because it matched the number he had given Sawyer for the safety deposit box. Spitting out the address, Jack hung up as the operator began giving him intstructions Jack already knew, and it startled him for a moment when he heard a groan under him. Sawyer was awake. Jack breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was alive.
"Jack-" Sawyer muttered, barely audible.
"Don't talk," Jack said, and looked back towards the door, and shouted, "Kate! He's awake!"
"Do ya have ta yell?" Sawyer said, slurred as he tried to move.
"Sorry," Jack said, his earlier thoughts of envying Sawyer and Kate's humor coming back to him.
On cue, Kate ran into the room, and shoved the towels into Jack's hands as she dropped beside Sawyer. She pulled a lock of sweaty hair, stained with blood, out of his eyes, and he looked up to her.
"Hey, "she said softly, "how do you feel?"
"Trick question, right?" Sawyer said.
Kate chuckled a little, trying to keep up Sawyer's good humor, knowing it was the only thing that stopped Kate, and maybe Jack too, from having a nervous break down. Sawyer then turned, and watched as Jack wrapped the wound as tightly as he could, ignoring the spare blood on his hands.
"Guess I screwed myself up pretty badly, huh?" Sawyer said in a low mutter.
"Can't keep yourself out of trouble, can you?" Jack said, and beside him, Kate smiled the tiniest bit, which made him do the same.
"So I guess I'm dyin' then."
The statement made Jack stop. Was Sawyer that afraid? Or was it more of an acceptance? He could die and he didn't care?
"No," Jack said, "I think you've got a long life ahead of you."
"Great," Sawyer muttered, as if that was the last answer he wanted to hear.
Sawyer tried to sit up, but had to lay back down in defeat, and began to wish that he didn't have such a hotheaded ego when he felt blood suddenly rush out of him, and he moaned loudly, feeling much more weaker than before. He tried to open his mouth to talk, but no words came down. Like his body was shutting down in one move.
"What's happening?" Kate asked frantically.
"I don't know," Jack said, equally frantic with trying to stop the blood flow.
Wiping some of the sweat off his face with his sleeve, Jack muttered, "Where's the damn ambulance?" under his breath, which only worried Kate more.
"You can still help him right?" Kate said. "I mean, he was fine just a minute ago."
"He's losing too much blood," Jack said, looking down at Sawyer, who was fighting to keep his eyes open, "try and keep him awake."
"How do I do that?" Kate asked as she repeated the motion of pulling Sawyer's hair back out of his face.
There was really no need for it, but somehow it seemed to calm her down, and she knew that if Sawyer saw them panicked, he'd lose all hope, if he hadn't all ready.
"Talk to him," Jack said, pressing down harder.
Sawyer gasped and winced at the pain that came from the push, and began to breathe even harder. He could feel the life rushing from him, and knew that death was only a door away, and with each breath, he was taking a step closer. He should've known that he was crazy, and the only reason the situation was so horrible was because of all the blood loss, but for someone who lay on the ground, hardly able to see and breathe, everything seemed hazy and hopeless.
"Sorry-" Sawyer managed to get out with a caught.
"What?" Jack said suddenly, and looked at Kate. "What's he saying?"
"Sorry-" Sawyer muttered over and over again.
"He's-" Kate struggled to hear him, "he's apologizing for something."
"Find out what," Jack instructed, and Kate looked at him, "keep him talking."
"Don't be sorry," Kate said, stroking his hair, "you'll be fine."
Sawyer let out another dry cough, trying to clear his throat.
"Sorry about the blood," Sawyer finished, and for some reason, Kate found herself relief, though Jack didn't understand.
"What blood?" Jack said, confused.
Sawyer didn't replay, unable to, as Kate glanced down towards the ground, she almost laughed.
"I think he means the blood on the carpet," Kate said with a sad smile.
"Oh," Jack said, knowing that he should've figured that Sawyer wouldn't get all angsty and sensitive, even in a moment like this.
"Tell Sayid-" Sawyer tried next, but ended up with more rasp coughs, "tell Sayid-"
"Tell Sayid what?" Kate asked, leaning towards him, trying to understand what Sawyer was trying to say.
"Tell Sayid I forgive him," Sawyer said all in one breath before his eyes closing by themselves, blinking open heavily only every few seconds, "I'm sorry.."
Jack and Kate exchanged a glance and Kate grabbed Sawyer's hand as his head began to tilt to the side.
"No!" Jack said, in attempt to startle Sawyer awake.
No response.
"Come on Sawyer," Jack said desperately, "you've gotta stay awake."
The only response that came from Sawyer was a small groan from his mouth, and Kate dropped his hand as Sawyer's face turned a deathly pale white, and just as he drifted off, the soft relieving sounds of sirens wailed in the distance.
Author's Note: Don't kill me yet! Just wait until the end! Trust me! Thanks for all the reviews!
Coming up next, in "Famous Last Words":
Jack's life slowly begins to turn back around as the survivors join together in a reunion chapter, and along with them, Jack's dear old mom. I'm actually not sure if this will be in the next chapter, or a chapter on its own, but I don't want to spoil what's happening next!
Hope everyone understood what all just happened! Thanks again!
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