The Con and the Artist

Lost: On a Beach

My eyes slowly seemed to come back into focus. As I blinked the sky slowly came back into focus. The sky and all the chaos. I sat up slowly, feeling the sand clinging to the back of my shirt slowly fall down from my back. 

On my left side I saw parts of the plane on fire, and one of the jets howling on the sand. I saw people running towards and away from the wreckage. 

"Sawyer?" I squeaked, my voice feeling weak from what happened. I looked around for the dirty blonde man who sat next to me. 

"Sawyer!" I called a little louder look around frantically. Had he died? He couldn't have...he protected me from the debris and...he couldn't be dead. 

"Emelia!" I heard someone shout. I looked around and then I saw him, walking in from the ocean. 

"Sawyer!" I called back, my voice sounding weak and worn. 

"Emelia!" He called again and quickly ran over to me. I tried getting up but for some reason I couldn't. I looked at my right leg and saw a large pool of blood staining jeans and leaking out onto the sand. But it didn't hurt. 

He came running from the left side of the beach, where the wreckage had been. He stopped and knelt down on my left. 

"Glad to see ya made it dimples" He smirks at me. 

"Just barely" I whisper, smiling back and place a hand on my leg. 

"What have you gone and done to yourself now dimples?" He asks looking at my leg concerned. 

"Do you have a knife on you?" I ask feeling dizzy. 

"Sorry sweetheart, I'm afraid yall have to take your pants off" He says looking at me with a smirk in his eyes. 

"I'm afraid I can't, it would be painful and I don't have the strength to do it right now" I say tired. 

"Come on, I'll carry you over to the doctor" He says scooping me up in his arms, like a bride. 

"Thanks" I whisper, not having the energy to blush at his actions. I suddenly got this huge wave of sleepiness, my eyelids were getting heavy and I was starting to fight to keep them open. 

"Sawyer...I..." I mumble laying my head against his muscled chest. 

"Woah woah, stay with me Princess" He says glancing down at me. I blink a bit and lock eyes with his for a split second. 

"Too, tired" I mumble back closing my eyes, about to slip into the sweet oblivion of nothingness.

"Doc! DOC!"

I woke up once Sawyer started screaming for the doctor. I was laid down in the sand, up above the chaos, where Sawyer and another man hovered over me. 

"Got a knife?" The supposed Doctor asks, looking up at Sawyer. I smirk a little. 

"Told, you" I whisper, a silent laugh in my eyes. 

"No, I ain't got no damn knife" Sawyer growls at the man. The man looks away from Sawyer and down at me. 

"My names Jack, and I'm sorry but I'm going to have to remove your pants" He said giving me a sorry look. 

"Don't stare" I mumbled back and felt my eyelids getting heavy again. They instantly shoot open as I feel Jack hold my hips down and Sawyer start working on my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them and pulling them down slowly and careful. I kept my eyes on his, and saw a hint of lust in his eyes as he glanced at my lacey pink underwear. 

Once my jeans were off, Jack tore up a nearby shirt and cleaned up my bleeding upper right thigh. Once the blood was cleaned up a bit, the large gash in my thigh became visible.