Ana walked angrily out of the love cave.
"Look, Mr Monster, you're kinda interrupting something here, and I would appreciate it if you just - " she started yelling at the monster but was cut off by it throwing her across the jungle.
Arzt screamed and the monster just walked off, not impressed by either of them.
Arzt ran through the jungle, looking for Ana. He yelled her name (as if she would answer; I mean, the monster did just chuck her across the jungle. rolls eyes Stupid Arzt.) at the top of his lungs. He ran for about 3 minutes, then stopped for a break, then kept running (not as fast this time though, obviously.) He was just about to stop for another break when he saw a flash of red out of the corner of his eye.
Arzt skidded to a halt and turned to investigate. He pushed a branch out of the way to find a blood-covered Ana lying awkwardly on the ground. He gasped and ran over to her side.
Her right arm was bent horribly out of shape and her eyes were closed.
Tears rushed to Arzt's eyes as he dropped to his knees next to Ana's mangled form.
"Oh god... Ana, Ana, can you hear me? Answer me, baby, come on... please..." He said worriedly, his voice straining against sobs. Ana didn't move. "Ana! Please, Ana, come on..." Arzt said more desperately, not wanting to imagine a life without Ana-Lucia. He fumbled for her left wrist a pressed his thumb to it.
There was a pulse. Faint, but it was definitely there. He let out a tiny breath of relief, though they weren't away from danger yet.
He leaned over Ana's motionless face and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her eyes.
"Ana? Listen to me. You are going to be okay. I'm gonna get you back to camp, and..." he almost said Jack, but didn't think Ana would be pleased to hear the doctor's name. "...I'm gonna help you get better, okay? You're gonna be fine."
He crouched down, then slipped his arms under Ana's limp form. Slowly Arzt lifted her from the ground then kissed her softly on the forehead.
"You're gonna be okay."
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It seemed to take much longer to get back to camp than it did coming out. Maybe it was the weight of Ana in his arms slowing him down, or maybe the fear in his mind was clouding his sense of time. Either way, when he finally got to the beach he was exhausted, physically and emotionally. Arzt stumbled to his tent as quickly as possible, avoiding the stares and gasps of the other survivors. He placed Ana gently on his 'bed' and turned around to see the small crowd forming outside.
"Jack!" he yelled immediately. There was no answer. "Where's Jack!" Everyone looked at each other. Arzt came out of the tent, looking around frantically. "Where -
"Uh, I think he left a little while ago... with Kate. Down that way." Hurley said, pointing vaguely down the beach.
"Well go get him!" Arzt screamed. Hurley looked surprised.
"Dude, I'm not the fastest... why don't you go get him?"
Arzt looked at him coldly. "I'm not leaving Ana. Now someone better friggin go..."
A couple of random guys quickly started running down the beach, not wanting to see Arzt worked up.
Arzt stared after them for a second, then ducked back into the tent. He knelt down at Ana's side and scanned her body quickly. Her clothes were ripped beyond repair, and there were countless wounds all over her. Her chest rose and fell excruciatingly slowly, but each time it did Arzt felt a small glimmer of hope. She would be okay. She had to be.
He stared at her almost motionless body sadly, wishing she would just sit up, or say something, do something. Where the hell was Jack? Didn't he realise that Ana was...
She wasn't dying. She wasn't. She was just hurt. Very... very badly. And she would get better.
Arzt kept saying this to himself, like a mantra of hope, telling himself that Ana was the strongest woman he had ever known, and she would get through this.
And if she didn't, neither would he.