*Boone POV*

"Shannon?" I hoarsely say. She sharply turns around, breathing hard. I now can see what she was doing.

"Stealing from the dead? I think that's even shallow of you." I tease.

"I'm not. I'm trying to find my bag. I need it." She grasps the chest of her shirt pulling it from her body, "I need my inhaler." I nod.

"I'll help you." I nod. She pushes through the debris, and I start to do the same on another pile of wreckage. Screams and cried were still being heard from everywhere. It was terrifying, though most of it was under control. Smoke was heavy in the air, almost balancing out with the salt. I pick up a bag, seeing that it was full of medical supplies; I throw it over my shoulder.

"Here it is." Shannon announces.

"Good."

"Will you leave me alone now?" She rolls her eyes. I roll mine back at her, and walk over to where most of the people were congregated.

Some guy, John Locke by name, was going on with this spill about hunting. And, I really kinda zone out. The smells of the wreckage, dead bodies, and all of it is really overwhelming. Shannon makes her way to sit down, more than excited to be going through her things. I leave her be, and walk away. More so, just getting away from the smell, noises, and fighting. I walk onto a pretty beaten path that we'd scarcely used over the last few days. The air becomes slightly less depressing the farther that I go, but eventually I stop. The buzz of the survivors can still be heard, but it's also a comfort knowing that I've not wondered too far away.

Just as soon as I thought I could stop, take a moment to relax; I heard a faint whimper. Not a sob, sigh, cry, or scream. A distinct whimper of a little girl, I heard it again.

"Hello?" I call out. The whimper turned into a cough.

"I'm coming!" I start running, following the sound. Then, I found her. I take in the scene. There she is, stuck in her seat. Two seats connected together, and by the looks of it, the guy next to her, the man whose hand she was trying to hold onto, was dead.

I go over to her. Pushing my through the other debris that surrounded her, and all of this must've broke her fall, because she doesn't look too banged up aside from bruising. I climb over the fallen trees and take all of 3 minutes to get to her.

"Sweetheart?" I ask. I put my fingers to her neck, checking for a pulse. It's faint. But, then again, she's been strapped in this seat for 3 days. No food, no water. Amazing she's still alive.

"Stuck." She whimpered. I knew she meant her seat belt. I pull at the strap. No luck. I see a shrapnel on the ground. I reach for it, and begin to saw at the material holding her in. Finally. She's free. I lift her up. Her tiny body so limp in my arms, she couldn't be more than 2 or 3 years old. She whines as I jostle her around, running as fast as I can.

"JACK! JACK!" I yell. I'm greeted with a panicked Jack and Kate.

"I just found her! She's alive!"

"Bring her here!" I follow Jack to his make-shift examination room. After laying her down, Jack asks me details, after I tell him I'm asked to leave to give him space.

*Jack POV*

"Kate. I need water. Lots of fresh water. You can send Boone and Herley for that, they can go to the caves. I need you ask to see who has solid food. Boone said she was still in her seat, meaning that she's not ate in three days. Her body is about to give. Go. Now. Now, Kate!" I send her away. There's not much that I can do here. There's nothing that I can medically fix, but I do start to get water down her throat, even though her eyes have not opened yet. Her body is moving, and she says a little, but I still don't know if her body could handle the stress that it's enduring.

I put the water to her mouth, and watch the fluids slide in.

She coughs. A good sign that her body has not given up yet.

"Hun, you need to drink." I don't even know if she can hear me. Her eardrums might've burst. But, the next sign I received, I received with great joy.

"Where's my daddy?" I couldn't believe it. She could talk. She was not giving up.

"I don't know. But, you need to drink." I sat her tiny body in my lap, with her back against me. I handed her the water bottle. With two eager hands, she holds the bottle, and chugs as much as she can, takes a breath, and chugs again. She hadn't even the strength to sit up on her own; I was supporting all her weight. As far as I could tell, she didn't have any broken bones.

Soon, Kate does return with a few fruits. Bananas, mangoes, and someone even offered up their apple. Kate opened the banana and cut a tiny piece off the end, then handed it to the little girl. With much coaxing, we got her to open her mouth, chew, and swallow the fruit. Piece by piece, she ate nearly half the banana before persisting that she was thirsty. Thankfully, the guys had returned with the fresh water, and we got her to drink two bottles and a half. How in the world did it fit in her body? But, we did not deny her any, in fact, the more she could take in the more impressed we were. Kate said she'd stay and watch over the little one. It was an easier job that I had thought; the girl was asleep in no time. Good thing too. Her body needs to rebuild and replenish.