Save Me
A/n: Wow, I go away for Christmas, come back and there's way more reviews then when I left, thanks guys. And just as you requested, another chapter. Sorry about the shortness though, I'm just not feeling the creative bug today.
Chapter 3
Kate paced back and forth in the bedroom she shared with her husband. It was a comfy room with a big plush bed overthrown by pillows and an antique wooden vanity that took up almost an entire wall. There were no pictures on the walls.
Jack snored almost inaudibly as he slept. Kate wished she could sleep like him, but she was restless. The coming day would bring about Sayid's operation and the results from the same. She wanted to be there for him, regardless of how much she hadn't seen any of the survivors over the past few years, she still wanted to be there for him. She would want to be there for any of them, no matter what. The only problem was letting Jack know. He wouldn't like it, he barely put up with her friendship with Claire.
She raised her right index finger to her lips. She hated biting her nails, but it was the only bad habit she let herself indulge in. She was nervous and it calmed her slightly.
Kate glanced at the clock that sat on the vanity, it was almost half past four o'clock in the morning. Jack would be getting up soon. She let out a slight sigh and walked over to the bed where her husband was sleeping. A smile touched her lips as she laid her hand gently on his head. He seemed so calm and peaceful, it was wonderful.
She turned away and walked out of the room and down the stairs that led to the ground floor. Walking through the doorway to her right she entered the fully equipped kitchen. She had been made to learn to cook. She hated it but Jack insisted that his wife knew how to cook. She had to be one of those women that if he called a half hour before coming home to inform her that he was bringing associates, she would have a large stunning dinner on the table just as they walked in the door. He expected her to be the perfect doctors wife, the kind she knew that she could never be.
As she was putting on a pot of coffee downstairs, the alarm sounded in the master bedroom. Jack rolled over and looked at it. He cursed under his breath the damned idea to put the alarm clock all the way on the other side of the room. Kate had insisted on it, knowing that once he was up he wouldn't go back to bed. It would be so much easier to just turn around and hit the snooze button. He closed his eyes again, willing the high-pitched buzzing to end. Of course it didn't.
With a grumble Jack sat up and rubbed his eyes. He hated morning's. He swung his legs out of bed and walked over to the alarm, pressing the button just a little harder then need be. Looking back at the bed his eyebrow's furrowed. Where was Kate? He shook his head. That woman was never where she was supposed to be. She was a lifetime commitment, whenever he thought he had her perfect, she came up with something else that he needed to fix about her. It was getting tiresome.
After having a quick shower and getting dressed, Jack made his way downstairs, smelling the heavenly scent of fresh coffee. Walking into the kitchen he found his wife. She was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee sitting in front of her.
"Good morning." He greeted her as he poured himself a cup. "Why are you up so early?"
"I couldn't sleep." Kate replied with a small smile. "Have a seat, Jack, we need to talk."
He turned to her with a faint smile. He loved her serious face. He sat down across from her at the small wooden table. "And what do we need to talk about, Kate?"
"Sayid's operation." She told him, fighting back her nervousness.
Jack cocked an eyebrow. "What about it?"
"I want to be there with the others." She told him, glancing at the cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of her. She met his eyes again.
Jack thought for a second. "No." He told her simply and took a sip of his coffee.
"It wasn't a question." Kate replied. "I'm going."
"No, you're not." Jack stated, getting a dangerous glint in his eye. "This is not up for discussion."
Kate got to her feet and walked over to stand beside her seated husband. "It's not being discussed, honey, I'm going."
Jack took another sip of his coffee. "You disgust me." He told her quietly. "Much like this over-brewed garbage that you call coffee." With that he looked at her eyes. "You belong together." Before Kate could react he splashed the contents of the cup down the front of her thin white tank top.
Kate winced, it was hot and it hurt.
"I'll be at work." Jack told her. He got to his feet and pushed past her.
Kate listened for the door to close before she hurried to get the stained shirt off. She looked down at her reddened stomach. It wasn't too bad, it probably wouldn't even blister, but it still hurt.
And she was still going to the hospital.
