I swung over on my bed and looked at Jack and Soyer, lying there, helplessly. Thankfully the others gave us three little cots to sleep on. They weren't the most comfortable things in the world, but for the moment, they would do.
As I rolled back over, my cot creaked under my swift in weight, and Jack was instantly alert and fully awake.
"Oh, Kate, it's just you."
"Sorry to wake you, I didn't mean to," I proceeded to turn over, but Jack sat up and gently put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"It's ok, it's not like anyone could get a full night's sleep on these beds," He wasn't wearing a shirt, he probably got to hot. But either way his bare chest attracted my attention immediately. I studied the tattoos he had all over his arms. What did they mean? Did they mean anything at all, or were they just made up pictures that the artist at the tattoo shop, came up with.
"I was just thinking about Mike and Walt. I mean even though they sold us out, I can't help but wonder if they made it back ok."
"I'm sure they did," Even in Jacks soothing tone, I could hear a hint of doubt. I could tell that even he had doubt they wouldn't make it back safely.
"Hey Jack."
"Yes"
"Thanks"
"For what?"
"Well, for taking care of me, when you could have easily been concentrating all your focus on yourself."
"Yeah well, when I care about someone, I care for them well."
And with Jack holding her in a tight embrace, Kate fell back asleep.