Chapter 2
What Happened here?
The alarm stopped. The only sound now was the slow, uneven, approaching footsteps in the hall. Locke had followed Jack down the hatch and, obeying his impulse, went to reset the alarm. He was now just entering the room and like Hurley and Jack, stopped abruptly in shock. It was an awful scene. Libby's body lay sprawled out on the floor covered in blood. Her usually gorgeous dirty blonde hair was now mangled in the sticky fluid. Those usually caring blue eyes, full of concern for others now showed no emotion and looked as if they were looking somewhere far away in the distance. Ana-Lucia's case was a little different. As with Libby, blood was everywhere. Her small black tank-top was saturated with it and was now runny into her jeans. She was sitting up when she was shot and her head was now laying to the side resting on her shoulder. Her hair was laying freely with only tips dipped in the crimson red. Her eyes were closed giving her a more peaceful look than Libby.
"Are... are they..."Locke muttered loosely.
"Yes... they are gone."
Locke looked away and gasped, "Jack, Michael!"
Jack turned to look, and sure enough, there was Michael. He was propped up against the open doorway of the safe they were using as a jail cell for Henry. He was unconscious and his shirt sleeve was soaked with dark red blood. Jack hurried over to his side and examined him. After a minute or two, Jack let out a sigh of relief.
"It's alright, he's ok. He's only been shot in the arm. He passed out from the pain probably."
Jack walked over to a desk and opened a drawl. He shuffled through the papers and the rest of the mess until he finally pulled out a small pliers.
"Oh, goodness... John would you try to get Hurley to sit? I think he may be in shock."
John went over to Hurley and carefully guided him towards a chair, opposite Anna Lucia. Jack had begun to cautiously pull out the bullet with the pliers. Obviously, this isn't the best tool to pull out a bullet, but it had to be better than just his fingers, like Sawyer had done. At least this time, they have bandages. Jack slid the bullet out and laid it on the floor. He quickly applied a gauze and put pressure on the wound. He held Michael's arm above his head and squeezed the artery in his upper arm above the wound to cut off the blood flow. He then applied more gauze and bandages to the arm where the bullet hole was.
Suddenly, a soft groan escaped Michael. Jack immediately started asking questions.
"Michael, can you hear me? Can, you, hear, me? Michael, if you can hear me, you have to answer! What happened here?"
Michael groaned again and tried to sit up.
"No, Michael, stay still. How do you feel? What happened here?"
Michael scrunched up his face and opened his eyes. He closed them again and whispered, "It was him."
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