Chapter Five:

Camping

It was about nightfall when Abigail and Sawyer decided it was time to camp, it was getting to dark to see in front of them. It would be pointless to continue in the dark without flashlights or any kind of gear to help them see. They had about half way of a journey to go. They'd reach the caves, hopefully, in the afternoon. That is, if they were going the right way.

Based on his directions, we could be going around in circles. Maybe he's stalling? Why am I on this trip again? Why do I suddenly trust him? I don't trust him. What'd he do with the people back in camp? This island is full of creepy things, Mr. Sawyer is one of them.

He laid back against a moss covered rock looking up at the stars. He winced in pain his wound still hurting him. She noticed his pain.

"You want me to fix it?"

He looked over to her. She's a doctor and she could've done this a long time ago. But instead we're heading towards the cave? Gah. Why do I have to be surrounded by a bunch of doctors that I don't get along with? "You're a doctor?"

"No. But I've got surgical band aids." She said opening her book bag.

"Oh." He looked down at his shirt which was starting to show some of the blood bleeding through. "Alright." He sat up taking off his shirt.

"Wo--" She looked a little fluttered for a moment before regaining her thoughts.

He smirked at her comment. "Catching yourself, little lady?" He tossed his shirt to the side.

She sat beside him. "No need for that."

"Do I need to lay back? So you can 'operate'" He emphasized operate with his eyes.

She nodded waiting for him to do so. She unwrapped the band aid and stuffed the papers back into her back pack. She stared at her chest for a minute before continuing on.

"Taking one of those mental pictures?"

She shook her head. "NO! I'm um.. Looking at the wound." Liar.

"Alright." He chuckled. He'd been around several woman. He could always tell when someone was staring at him. He made it his job to be able to tell the difference between staring with interest and staring with envy.

She wiped the blood up around the wound. Hopeless. She covered the wound up with the band aid and motioned for him to put back his shirt.

"You sure you don't want me to keep it off?"

"Don't flatter yourself."

"I'm not. I don't have to."

She went to stand before he grabbed her arm. "Don't be to rough with me." He said before moving his mouth to hers. Hers in return, moving closer to his. He brushed his lips against hers.

Hmm. Several thoughts going through her mind at the moment. What are we doing?

Sawyer pushed her away. She landed on her back. She grunted, "What was that about?"

"I'm not in the mood." He said as he put his shirt back on and turned himself away form her. She sat there for a moment in shock.

She rolled her eyes. She put her back pack on the ground before going back into the jungle for wood. She talked to herself while looking, "What an ass hole!" She yelled back at him.

Sawyer could hear her from the distance. He didn't care. Freckles was waiting back at the cave. Bet she misses me. Her and doc doesn't know what to do with each other.

She bent down grabbing a piece of wood from the ground, perfect for firewood. She remembered when her camp discovered how to create fire. It was quite a moment. Everyone was thrilled and happy that they had some sort of heat so they could fry their fish that they speared in the ocean. Ana-Lucia, there sort of leader, knew a lot about survival, but never explained how or why she did.

She quickly stood up when she heard something in the jungle, with her. She heard the snapping of branches as if someone was walking towards her, "Sawyer." She kept hearing the noises getting closer and closer, only it wasn't coming from where she was. "Not funny Sawyer." The noises stopped and she turned around slowly. Her eyes slowly starting to widen.