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The nodded his head and slowly and muttered. "Alex, that's a-" he froze, just like that, but then he slowly looked up and looked over me. "Alex…" he repeated. "As in the Alex?"

I sat there staring at him, what did he mean by the Alex? I shrugged, not knowing what else to do.

Ana Lucia turned to the man, and cautiously back at me. "She is one of them…" she muttered. "Jack, you said they took her, she's been living with them her whole life! She-"

"Ana!" Jack shouted as he looked back up me. "What are you doing here?"

I didn't know if it was such a good idea to answer his question, but I did. "I came to find the survivors of a… 'plane' crash."

Ana Lucia stared at Jack with an I-told-you-so look.

Jack ignored her. "How? I mean… why? Why- why are you looking for us?" he asked.

I sat there for a moment in silence, not really sure how to answer his question. Because I wasn't even sure why I wanted to find them, I just knew I wanted to get away from 'them'. "I… I don't know." I answered. "Walt told-"

"WALT!" Jack shouted. "You- You know where Walt it? Is he okay? How is he?"

I jumped slightly as he began to yell. "He's fine." Was all I said. "I… I'm not allowed to talk to him though… but I did, he told me about you guys, and a 'plane'."

Jack turned to Ana Lucia, then back at me. "Why'd they take him?" Jack asked.

"I don't know." I answered truthfully, I didn't, I only did what they told me to do, just then it hit me, I knew the guy looked familiar, and now I remember why, he was the one with the gun, and his friends… I remembered I had to bring a girl name 'Kate' out to them.

"Why do they kidnap out people?" Ana Lucia asked.

"I DON'T KNOW!" I shouted, getting a little mad. "They don't tell me anything! Except what to do!"

"But why are you here?" Jack asked again.

I swallowed, I felt as if I was in trouble. "I didn't want to be with 'them' anymore." I replied, another pain shot through my leg, I looked down at it, the blood was leaking through my headscarf.

Jack also looked down at me leg. "Let me clean that for you," he said.

I sighed, guessing there would be no harm, I nodded. "Okay..." I answered.

There was a small smile On Jack's face, and Ana Lucia looked as if she was going to blow. Jack reached over to me and picked me up, I had no idea why he was doing this; I wasn't a baby after all. But I let him hold me, I began to get so tired, which if different for me, I'm usually never tired.

Jack carried me for about ten minutes then he entered 'the hatch' a one that looked a lot like the one that the 'others' have. He walked into a bedroom and sat me down. It was the most comfortable bed I've ever sat on.

Jack quickly left the room without a word; Ana Lucia continued to glare at me. Jack returned with a wet washcloth and some water. He removed my head scarf off of my leg, and wiped away my blood, it hurt so bad I felt like I was going to pass out, for the first time I got a good look at my leg, it was a deep gash, a couple of inches, but I've seen worse.

Jack looked at it as if it was one of the worst things that could happen to a person. "You need stitches." he said.

I froze. "Stitches?" I repeated, feeling dumb again because I didn't know what they were. "What's-"

"Something that'll help you leg get better faster," he said.

I nodded. "Okay," might as well.

"It's going to hurt," he said.

"I can take it." I replied.

"You're gonna give her stitches when she's awake?" Ana Lucia asked.

I looked up at her, why shouldn't he?

"It's not like I have a choice." Jack snapped, he dug around a little bag and pulled out a needle and thread.

I swallowed, feeling sick almost.

"This is going to hurt..." he warned again.

I nodded.

Jack looked almost scared to do whatever he was going to do, he stuck the needle into my leg, the pain was one of the worst pains I have ever felt, I almost screamed, but I managed to hold it back, a minute later I realized I was crying softly.

"I'm almost done." Jack said.

I nodded, and held my breath, my hand grabbed a fstful of blankets, and I squeezed them. A minute later he was done. I looked down at my leg, then back up at Jack, and that's all I remember doing before I passed out...

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