don’t you ever say I just walked away. I will always want you. I can’t live a lie, running for my life.. A couple of hours after the plane had crashed, I was still busy trying to keep everyone alive. People were starting to become friends.

I was busy fixing up a blonde girl whose leg was injured. I was done quickly, leaving her to rest, when Hurley came rushing towards me. “Are you the doctor? We found a guy near the beach.” He sounded like he was in a panic, a little out of breath, too.

I didn’t need to know more to come running immediately. I found Claire and Charlie near the man, who lay unconscious in the sand. “Move out of the way, please,” I rushed, crouching beside him.

It was bad. Half tangled up in the wreckage of the plane, blood around you, and I couldn’t get a good look at your head.

After a while of trying, and with the help of Charlie and Hurley, we finally got you out of the wreckage.

Your leg was scratched up badly, bleeding from the head, and a puncture wound on the side of your chest.

The next couple of days pass in a blur. I was almost fixated on healing you. Sawyer had told me to give it up, but I was starting to see progress in your injuries.

We'd talk whenever I would come check on you. Talk about our lives, the plane, the future, and our pasts.

At first, the check-ups were purely medical. I would check on your wounds, change a bandage, and go. But now... well, I had gotten attached.

Even if I didn’t realise it yet, I was starting to crush on you. That slight tingle in my stomach whenever you laughed at my jokes.. The sound of your voice whenever we’d talk, and I would pull on a bandage a little too roughly..

I was screwed.

I entered the tent where you lay on the makeshift bed. I had no reason to be here, realistically. I’d changed the bandages two hours ago, but I just couldn’t deny the pull.

“Hi,” I said, “How do you feel?”