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Chapter 1: Reliving the Moment
Sawyer's eyes shot open as his mind replayed the incident. His breathing had grown heavy and his brow was slightly moist. He tried to raise his arm to wipe the sweat away but he couldn't. He looked over at his right shoulder. White linen was wrapped tightly around his shoulder and upper arm. A patch of dark red liquid seeped though the cloth, leaving a stain.
Gritting his teeth, Sawyer managed to sit up and use his left arm to grab his blood-soaked shirt from a nearby chair. After a series of painful maneuvers, he managed to get the shirt over his disabled arm. In one quick motion, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and onto the floor. While he waited for the pain in his shoulder to subside, he looked around at the small room he was confined to.
The bed as attached to the wall and floor to keep it form moving. There was a chair sitting next to it and a small table in the other side of the room. On the table was a single piece of paper. Sawyer pulled himself up and walked slowly over to the table. He picked up the paper and used his good arm to unfold it and look it over. The pencil was smudged and some of the words were unreadable. He refolded the paper and shoved it into his pocket on his way out of the room.
His surroundings were just as he had expected but not what he had hoped. He was on a boat again. Of course this wasn't built out of rubble and wood. This was a real boat. He stepped out to the railing and looked out, into the ocean. The image of the gun shot into his head. He heard the gunshot over and over again in his head.
Backing up from the railing, Sawyer turned his head towards the front of the boat. There was land ahead. He knew exactly what it was. He made his way towards the front of the boat to get a closer look. It looked as if he would be back on the damn island in about an hour. He sighed and tried to move his shoulder again. Sawyer gritted his teeth and cried out a little bit from the pain.
"You shouldn't be trying to move it yet. We don't have a doctor on board," said a voice form behind him.
Sawyer spun around to see the smiling face of a man he had never seen before.
"The one time I actually need the Doc. he isn't here," Sawyer grumbled under his breath.
The man smiled at him, "your lucky to be alive. If the Asian guy hadn't pulled you up, you'd have drowned."
Again, the scene flashed into his head. 'Why does everyone have to keep bringing this up?' he thought to himself.
"The boy," Sawyer began, "Did you get him?"
"Yeah," the man replied, "We found him on some little boat. The entire crew was dead. They'd all been shot. Kid was terrified. He's still asleep."
Sawyer nodded and looked back at the island. He was glad he was still alive. He'd never had the chance to say goodbye to Kate. He assumed that was why he had been dreaming about her.
