Chapter Three
Jack followed Kate's gaze to see Sawyer standing in the doorway. He quickly got up. "What are you doing here?" Jack asked quietly, but grimly.
"I came to see her, what do you think?" Sawyer replied, trying to enter the room that Jack was blocking.
"Hey, just let it go. She's almost fully recovered. She doesn't need stress right now-"But Jack was cut off.
"Stress? Doc, don't you know? Freckles and me are together," Sawyer said.
"I thought…" Jack began, and looked back at Kate. She nodded her head towards the doorway, indicating for Jack to leave. He quietly obeyed, and Sawyer stepped towards the bed. Kate grabbed the pad of paper.
"How-How are you?" he asked her.
Kate jotted down a quick message, "I lost my voice for a little bit." Sawyer nodded and Kate continued writing, "Didn't you get my note?"
He looked confused, "Nah. I got home and couldn't find you. I called everyone until someone said they saw a news story on the accident, and I figured out what hospital you were in. I'm sorry I couldn't have been here sooner."
Then he read Kate's message, "I was leaving you." And he sat there for a minute before uttering, "What?"
"It wasn't right," said her next message, "We weren't right. I had had that feeling for a while and I decided to do something about it. I'm sorry." When Sawyer didn't respond with anything, she continued writing. "I thought you heard me and Jack talking about it."
"You were talking about us with him?" Sawyer asked angrily.
Kate had started writing again, but he was already walking out the door of the room. "Just forget it." Feeling completely helpless, Kate looked down at what she had written - "I love Jack." She ripped the page out, crumpled it up, and threw it on the floor, starting to feel hot tears stream down her cheeks.