The Con and the Artist

Lost: With me

Jack, Kate and led the man, Mr. Eko, to the hatch. 

"Emelia, go turn the shower on. Kate, go to the beach and get my medical supplies." Jack orders. I quickly run to the bathroom and turn on the shower to a mildly cold setting. Jack carries an unconscious Sawyer inside. Jack holds his under the water as I carefully work on taking his shirt off, seeing a bullet wound in his shoulder. We're silent as we watch the water cascade down Sawyer's chest. 

We dry him off a bit and Jack carries him onto one of the bunk beds. Kate came running in with Jack's pack. Jack dug through it and pulled out a bottle of pills, taking two out and giving them to Sawyer, but he coughed on them, spitting them back out into Jack's hand. 

"Here, let me" I say grabbing the pills. I climb onto the bunk bed with him by his head, crossing my legs and propping his head up against my chest. I lean down whispering in his ear. 

"You need to take these. These pills are going to keep you alive, and so help me if you die I will never forgive you. Now take the pills" I say bringing the pills up to his lips and then the glass of water. I gently run my hands through his hair, trying to comfort him as he swallows the pills and drinks some water, barely conscious. 

I hand the glass back to Jack and him and Kate give me curious looks. I just stay there, laying his head back down as I slowly move out from the bed and sit in the chair next to it. 

"He's going to be fine Emelia" Kate says placing a hand on my shoulder. 

"Thanks Kate" I mumble. I hear her walk away and then Jack crouches down next to me. 

"When was the last time you ate?" He asks. I turn and look at him oddly. 

"What?" 

"When was the last time you've eaten something?" He asks again. 

"I can't remember, a few days ago maybe" I mumble. 

"Emelia, you need to take care of yourself..."

"I'm fine Jack" 

"No you're not. You're incredibly pale, thin and I can see the circles under your eyes" He scolds. 

"And what do you want me to do doctor?" 

"I want you to eat something and maybe take a nap" 

"Okay, I'll do that later then" I mumble. 

"No, you're going to do it now" He tells me. 

"I'm watching Sawyer at the moment" 

"Emelia" He warns. 

"Jack" I counter. 

"Emelia, get yourself something to eat at the least, please" 

"Alright, fine" I say getting up and walking into the kitchen. 

"Why do you care so much?" I ask as he gets up and sits at the counter while I look around the kitchen. 

"Well, I don't think it would be good to let you die of starvation or an inability to run from something in the jungle" He jokes, making me laugh. 

"All very true I suppose, but why the sudden interest in my health?" 

"Before Sawyer left, he asked me to look after you while he was gone. I thought you were doing better than you actually are" He admits. 

"And how am I doing Jack?" 

"You're holding yourself together by a thread" 

"It's a strong thread" I say grabbing the jar of peanut butter and some bread