They had waited for Lowery to join them before boarding a small boat and speeding off to the mainland. They arrived in Coast Rica just as the sun was rising. A shelter had been set up in one of the airplane garages. Hundreds of people were there getting their injuries treated and others were finding their families. Emma sat on an unfolded cot letting a certified nurse prod at her body, checking for any broken bones. "Does this hurt any?" He asked while bending her left wrist. She winced a bit and nodded. "It could be fractured or just badly twisted." He paused, looking over her one more time before wrapping her wrist. "You said you were hit by the tail of one of those things?"

Emma let out a short laugh. "Yeah."

"Surprised you're alive to be honest. You're lucky for walking away from this with a wrapped wrist, a few stitches, and a bad road rash." He handed her two Tylenol for any pain she might have. "Now, you said you didn't hit your head badly but you could still have a concussion. Is there anyone you can stay with for the next twenty-four hours that could watch over you?"

Emma looked across through a mass of people, finding Owen in a heartbeat. "I'm sure I could find someone." She looked back at the nurse and gave him a smile before standing.

When she looked back in the direction she had spotted Owen she noticed he was staring at her. She felt a shy grin playing at her lips as she looked at the floor and started walking towards him. He met her half way in a spot that was almost free of people. "So what's the verdict?"

Emma dropped her smile and made herself look as serious as possible. "I got a serious infection that got into my bloodstream. Doc said I could be dead before the days over with." Her tone was a little sarcastic making them both smile. "Possible fractured wrist and seven stitches in all, also chance of a concussion but he said I'd be fine." She suddenly felt shy and looked down at her boots. "What about you?"

"Clean bill of health." She nodded, still looking at the ground.

"So what are we gonna do now?" She mumbled before glancing up at him.

"Well first, I'm not gonna let you out of my sight. Second…" He grabbed her right hand and pulled her closer making her let out a soft laugh. "…I'm gonna kiss you." He put his hand on the side of her face pulling her in as his lips came crashing down on her own.

When he pulled away Emma's eyes landed on his. She cleared her throat and grinned. "You know, that nurse said I should stay with someone for the next twenty-four hours just in case I do have a concussion."

Owen arched his brow and smiled. "They have been giving hotel rooms to the people that want them… we could share one, to give them more room for everyone else."

She wanted to laugh but instead nodded and kept her voice serious. "Because one more room will make all the difference. We are doing a civil justice here." He was looking at her differently now. She let out a nervous laugh as she looked at him. "What?"

He brushed her hair back behind her ears and kissed her forehead. "God I love you right now."

"Hey, that's my line." She said with a cheesy smile but stopped when she realized he was telling the truth. "Let's go get that room, Grady."

They did just that. They were given a room to their own and when they got there the first thing they did was get rid of their dirty clothes. Owen had to help Emma out of her shirt considering each time she tried to pull it off herself she would hurt her wrist or shoulder. They stood in front of each other barely wearing anything but neither of them were nervous. Emma felt like this was right and that everything she had told herself in the past was wrong. With everything that had happened it was hard to think anything but that. But still, she loved Owen Grady before the incident now she just loved him more.

Emma glanced towards the bathroom spotting the large Jacuzzi-style tub making her grin. "Now, that is something I have missed." Back in her bungalow on the island her tub and shower were rather small. This tub was almost three times the size of that one. "Join me?" She looked up to Owen with a sly smile on her face. He shook his head but smiled telling her yes.

The bath was one of the hottest ones Emma had, had in a long time both literally and figuratively. They washed all of the dirt and grim off of one another making sure to be gentle around their scrapes and bruises. When they were clean Owen turned Emma around so her back was to him and he began massaging her shoulders. She groaned making him laugh. "Bet you missed this."

She definitely had missed it. He used to always massage her shoulders and neck, two things that always seemed to be in pain. He always said it was because she was always stressed out. "Yeah but this time it isn't for stress." Her gaze shifted to somewhere in the room. Memories of the day flashed through her mind. She had never been that scared in her life. There were several moments she could have lost her life and that was just starting to get to her.

Emma wiped a fresh tear from her cheek and felt Owen wrap his arms around her. "Hey, come back. We're here now, not on the island… you hear me?" She nodded silently and leaned into the kiss he placed on the back of her head. "You wanna go to bed?" Another nod was all he received. Emma pulled the plug on the tub as they both stepped out and pat themselves dry with their towels. They each donned one of the complimentary white bathrobes before heading to the bed. Owen pulled the covers back before they both settled onto the mattress. He held his arm out and she inched closer to him until she was wrapped up in his arms.

"Do you think the boys will be okay?" Her voice was a soft whisper.

Owen let out a short laugh. "Are you kidding? Looking back on this they'll probably think it was one of the coolest things ever." She knew he was trying to make her smile. "They're fine really. I spoke to them before I came and got you. Claire is okay too." He assured her.

"What about you?" She moved her head on his chest so she could look him in the eyes.

Owen gave her a short nod and looked back. "A little shaken but I think I'll be okay." He gave her a smile and she nodded. "You will be too."

Another nod. "I know… I'm just a little spooked I guess. That and upset. Really upset. We put so much work into that place. And Charlie, Delta, Echo… Blue… That was our life Owen. And it has all been fucked over because of one dickhead. Scratch that, two dickheads. That island was my home… without it I have nothing."

"You have me." She caught his gaze with her own and smiled sweetly at him.

"Very true. And for that I am grateful." She gave him a quick kiss and nestled her head back on his chest. "Do you think they'll every try to get it back?" Owen was silent and she knew he was thinking the same thing she was. They knew that in time they would rebuild and reform the park just as they had done with the original design by Hammond. "Would you go back?" Again he was silent, deep in thought. Her eyelids grew heavy and she let out a yawn. She broke the silence once more while on the edge of sleep. "I would. I would go back."

A/N: I would like to say first off that i apologize for such a long gap. This final chapter had me stumped for a really long time. Finally I finished it up, literally two minutes before posting it. This is the end of the story for now and I appreciate all of the reviews You guys are awesome! Thank you again and happy reading. Love, Savannah R. George