His eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the dark surroundings, he tried to sit up and a pain shot through his head and he layed back down and sighed.
He hated being helpless, when his mum died, when Walt was taken and when Kate had found him. He peered around once more, then descovered some water next to him, picking it up he took a drink then set it back down to try and stand again.
When he was standing he walked out of the caves and into the fresh air.
Where was everyone?
Then he heard a rustle behind him. As he turned Walt was standing there.
"Walt?" Walt pointed at him.
"They want you next, you let them get me, my gift, now they want yours!" he shouted, running towards him.
"Sawyer!" someone scremaed. Sawyer turned and ran away from Walt, away from the voice.
"Sawyer!"
He stumbled over, banging his shoulder into a tree, crying out in pain he continued running, hearinf someone close behind him.
"SAWYER!"
He came to a clearing, stumbled and then the ground beneath him vanished, and as he began to fall he felt arms wrap around his shoulders.
"SAWYER!"
He shot out of the bed they had made him, into her arms, gasping for air, sweating. he pulled away from her and looked her in the eyes, she had a worried look on her face like something was wrong. Jsck was standing behind her. Watching him.
Taking a deep breath he swallowed then looked at his shoulder. Fresh blood was seeping out of the bandage.