Ok, before I start, I just wanna let you all know, that in this chapter, there is a fair bit of swearing, and I am no longer going to end each chapter, with the name of a character, because it is now too hard to tie it in with the plot.
CHAPTER 8:
"Sawyer!" Jack called, as he did compressions on Kate's chest." I need your help over here! Where the hell did you go!" he yelled, as he bought his lips down to Kate's, and breathed air into her lungs.
For a split second, a feeling of jealousy, swept over Sawyer, but he pushed past it, and got up, of the cold, stone floor, and ran over to stand next to Jack.
Sawyer took a deep breath, and told Jack, what he had run of to do." Jack" he said, in a voice that barely sounded like his own, "you said that she needed a blood transfusion, but you didn't know her blood type right?" he said, as jack resumed compressions. " Yeah" Jack replied, still not catching Sawyer's drift." Well, when we first landed on this god damned island, I picked some stuff off the marshal, one of those things, was her passport" He said, noticing the colour drain from Jacks face as he said it, as the realization, that Sawyer also knew about Kate being the prisoner dawned on him, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. If Sawyer knew Kate's blood type, that could, in the end, save her, and at the moment, that's all he cared about.
"A negative" Sawyer said, bringing Jack out of his thoughts, but he didn't have time to dwell on what sawyer had just said just then, as Kate suddenly sat straight up, eyes bulging, gasping for breath, as though it was going out of fashion.
Sawyer grabbed her hand immediately, rubbing it between his fingers and thumb, letting her know that he was there.
"Come on Kate" Jack coaxed, as he laid a hand on her back, helping to keep her stable. She was shaking uncontrollably, and her face was deathly pale.
Within a minute, Kate's breathing had stabilized as much as possible for her condition, and Jack laid her back onto the makeshift bed, pulling the covers up, over her shivering body.
He dropped to the ground, next to her dying form, and looked over to Sawyer. "What's her blood type?" Jack said, looking towards the ground, rubbing his face so hard, he wondered if it would fall off.
"I already told ya that doc, it's A Negative" he said, not taking his eyes off Kate.
"Jack breathed out a sigh of disappointment, causing Sawyer to look over at him questioningly. "What is it doc? What's the matter?" His voice was starting to tremble with stress, and his hands were shaking, as though they had a mind of their own.
"Her blood type is A negative. Boone's blood type was A negative!" Jack shouted, making Sawyer jump in fright at his sudden outburst.
"So what doc! If she didn't wanna give metro her own damn blood, then good for her!"
Jack looked at Sawyer with a look of sadness and hatred in his eyes. "That's not what I meant Sawyer." He said " It's not that Kate didn't give her blood to Boone, she didn't do that because she didn't know her blood type, the reason im worried, is because no-one else in the camp, has the same blood type! So im going to have to use my own blood, which only gives her a 50/50 chance of surviving, and if her body rejects it, then its all my fault, and-" "JACK!" Sawyer shouted, looking at the quivering mess in front of him. "My blood type's A Negative." He whispered.
"Wait, what! Why didn't you tell me this before!" Jack cried, jumping to his feet, and running over to his dwindling stock of medical supplies. " I didn't really have a chance now did I doc, what with Kate's not breathing, and your miniature mental breakdown and everything! Did I?"
"Look, whatever Sawyer, just, I need whatever medical stuff you have to do this. Any antibiotics or bandages, just, get whatever you can, as fast as you can, got it?"
Sawyer wouldn't usually have taken orders from Jack, hell; he wouldn't have even listened to him in the first place! But at the moment, Kate's life was in danger.
With in 15 minutes, Sawyer ran back into the cave Kate was occupying, breathing heavily, from the run to the beach and back. Pulling the backpack off his back, he quickly made his way back, over to Jack, handed him the bag, and sat down on the cold, stone floor, next to Kate.
The cool of the ground was a welcome contrast to the heat his body had acquired, during his escapade through the jungle, but the relief he felt from that, quickly faded, as he looked over to the woman laying next to him
As Jack prepared for the blood transfusion, that was about to take place, Sawyer sat, and for the first time, since he was 8 years old, he prayed, to anyone or thing that would listen, for Kate to be okay, but as Jack place the homemade needle in his arm, and the blood flowed from him to Kate, the only words that formed in his mind, as he looked over to her lifeless form, were those that told him, that she already, looked dead.
Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry it took me forever to update! DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! Lol, I absolutely love to hear your feedback!
Oh! And to avoid confusion, no-one else knows about Kate's "fugitive situation"
