Sawyer looked at Jack in disbelief. "It's not broken?" He sounded somewhat suprised. "How can it be swollen up like a goddamn balloon and feeling like it's about to drop off and not be broken?"
The doctor shrugged his shoulders and smiled slightly, "You've never sprained anything before, have you?"
"How'd ya guess?"
Kate watched on in amusement. No doubt she was going to be playing nursemaid for a while.
He didn't answer the question. "It's going to hurt like hell for a few weeks. You'll have to keep it elevated. Ice would also be recommended, but..." Jack glanced around, "As you can see, we have none."
The southerner flicked his hair back before raising his line of vision to meet the other guy's. "You gonna fix me up with something for the pain?"
"No can do," Jack managed to sound almost as though he genuinely felt sorry for him. "We're low on supplies as it is, better save it incase of a real emergency."
"Y'trying to say I'm not an emergency, Chico?" If Sawyer would have been standing, Kate was sure he would have had a punch landed by now.
She laughed slightly before starting to talk. "Sawyer, you've sprained your foot. I'd hardly call it an emergency. I think -"
He cut her off. "Look, Freckles, I'm not good with pain."
Jack cleared his throat - obviously not comfortable with being present as they bickered. "I have things to do. Don't go wandering off anywhere," he said firmly.
Sawyer raised his hand in a quick wave, "I'm sure we'll find something to do. Won't we, freckles?"
She nodded and smiled, though it had an edge of force to it. "I'm sure we will."