Part 4
It had been two hours since the shootings; Libby was laid on the lower bunk, Hurley at her side, tears filling his eyes, her hand clasped loosely in his. The blue blanket around her small fragile body, pulled up to her collar bone and neatly tucked in under the mattress. Jack stood at the entrance to the bedroom part of the hatch, sorrow covering his face. It was only a matter of time, and everyone knew it. He had to talk to Sawyer. Turning into the lounge area, Sawyer sat on the table, brushing Ana's dark hair out of her face as she battled on. His hair raggy, his clothes too. Her blood splattered up his shirt. He hadn't changed, he hadn't even washed. Only his hands were clean. His eyes had lost their sparkle and his smile, dimples, no longer remained.
Feeling eyes burning the back of his head he turned to find Jack standing behind him. He rose to meet him.
"What's up doc?" (AN. No pun intended.)
"We need to talk. Not here." He strode out of the hatch, waiting outside of the hatch door for Sawyer to join him. Taking one last glance at Ana, Sawyer followed. One step out of the hatch and he was surrounded by jungle. No Jack in sight.
"Sawyer." He turned to find Jack behind him leaning against the hatch wall.
"She's gonna be alright, isn't she?"
"I don't know Sawyer. Maybe if we were in a hospital right now, but we're not and it was quite a bad wound. I'm not sure. She's lucky she didn't crack a rib, or burst a lung. But she's definitely doing better than Libby, at least Ana stands a chance. There's nothing I can do for Libby, that's why I wanted to talk."
The leaves rustled in the gentle breeze and the birds chirped in the trees. Everything was nature here. The trees, the grass, the jungle. The hatch changed all of that, as did all of this death. Sawyer shuffled his feet. He didn't care about Libby. He wasn't happy she was dying but he didn't care, all he cared about was Ana, and he wanted to get back to her.
"Why you tellin' me this doc?"
"I want you to get the statues, Sawyer. It will make it easier for her." Sawyer sighed. He didn't want to waste any of his time. His precious time he had left with Ana, even after coming back all this way he still might not be able to save her, he still might lose her. Looking up into Jack's eyes, he knew what he had to do.
"Fine, but anything happens to Ana while I'm gone and there is gonna be hell on when I get back."
He stormed through the jungle, his pace quickening with every step. Twigs snapped under his feet as the jungle awakened around him the bushes covered his view. Pushing them aside he catches a glimpse of the beach. Golden sand, covered in tiny little tents. The sea splashing wildly at the shore. Hurrying his pace, his feet led him to his tent, making sure he ignored all of his neighbours stares and questions. The night's air engulfed the land, the camp fires lighting up his view. Pulling back the canvas of his tent, he stepped inside. Lifting up the scrap metal and rummaging around in the dark for the drugs. When he finally put his hands on the statues, his mind triumphed. He pulled two of the statues out of his stash and placed them into the backpack, before throwing it over his shoulder and heading back out into the night's air. He made his way back up to the jungle, stopping as he walked past Ana's tent. He dawdled over to the entrance of her tent. Lifting the canvas and snooping inside. He stood motionless for a few seconds before reaching into the back of his pants. His hand came into contact with something hard, something cold. The gun. He starred at it for what seemed like an eternity before placing it on the makeshift bed.
"Present for ya chica."
He strolled calmly through the hatch door, backpack now in his hand. Waltzing up to Jack he dumped the backpack onto the table.
"Got your drugs doc. Ya happy now?" He wondered away, over to Ana, sitting by her side and taking her hand into his. He gently rubbed her fingers with his thumb. This was where he wanted to be.
"Hey Rambina. How ya doin'? Feeling any better?" Her eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice.
"Chica? You in there?" His heart skipped a beat at the hope she might be waking up. His eyes lighting up, regaining some of their sparkle.
"Sawyer?" Her eyes opened wide, meeting his. They starred into each others eyes for what seemed like hours. Her hand still tightly in his grasp.
"What ya doin' here cowboy?"
"What's it look like Ana – Lulu. I'm lookin after my girl." Her eyes squinted; she pulled her hand out of his grasp.
"I'm not your girl Sawyer." His grin emerged once more and his dimples deepened. She couldn't not look at them. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
"Oh you know you are Cupcake."