I awoke to the sound of Jack's voice. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me.
" How do you feel?" he asked truely and utterly concerned. I shook my head slowly-
" I hurt." My eyes never strayed from his eyes- I kept staring. Tears formed in my eyes, my baby was gone! Died! Because of somebody that had obviously tried to kill me! Jack sat down beside me and had a serious look on his face.
" Think please- do you know who did this to you? Did you see any part of him- hear his voice?" His voice was pleading with me to give him something to work with. I thought back- but couldn't remember anything significant. All I knew was it was someone that knew how to hurt someone very badly. With a good punch... Eathan! I gasped, " What! What's wrong?"
" Eathan!" I pratically shouted.
" That son of a bitch." Jack muttered. I tried to sit up- but a shooting pain ran up my stomach- back- and head. I groaned with pain and laid myself gently back down. " I'm sorry." he whispered. I looked up at him startled.
" Why?"
" That fight- I saw you and Sawyer making out. I freaked out. I feel responsible for what happened to you. If you hadn't stalked away mad- he wouldn't have got to you." He bowed his head. I reached out and touched his cheek.
" I agree, not about the responsiable part but about over reacting. You're right I was making out with him. He came onto me though. I know how hard that is to watch..." My hand fell from his face as a flash back of the horriable memory came rushing back. Jack shook his head,
" I guess at this moment it doesn't matter." And he was right of course. We had much more pressing issues like who tried to kill me, and if it was Eathen how do we find him? This whole damn air plane crash on some mysterious island sounds like some dumb tv show. But this was real- someone was after me, and I didn't even know it. But one reason I keep asking myself is... why me? Out of everyone else what was so importnant that he kill me? I bet it's some weird phyco issue he has. " Want some pain killers?" Jack asked. I nodded- some of those bad boys would be good right now. I watched him bend over and rummage through the bag. I saw his muscles flex beneath his shirt, and the sexy way his muscles looked when he was using them and... " Kate?" he called me back to reality.
" Ya? Oh." He helped me lift up my head to down the pill. My head was swimming and it hurt like hell. My stomach felt like someone had shot me a hundred times, my hip felt like some was burning me. And all the bruises were almost no pain compared to all the others. I laid back down and sighed. This is as bad as it got for me at least. " Jack." I whispered.
" Yeah?"
" I'm sorry." With that I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

It had been only 5 days after my injuries and Ethan had managed to show up 3 times. Jack gave me a gun to keep next to me incase he showed up in the infirmerary. It was a little weird seeing Jack hand me a gun right in front of my face- I thought he'd never trust me with one again.
That night it was dark and I was a lone. Usually Jack's with me- but he was going around making his nightly rounds to check on people. I heard someone walk into the caves, " Jack!" I called out. " Jack is that you!" But the only thing I could here were foot steps coming closer and closer.
" Sorry doll it's me." Came a voice in the darkness. Then I realized who it was. Ethan! I grabbed for the gun but I could reach it. My head started to spin, and a knot of anxiety was forming in the pit of my stomach. " You know, your not the easiet person to kill." He drawled. Stay cool. I kept remiding myself. But I was at a total disadvantage. I was hurt, my side was wrapped up in gaz, and every part of my body hurt like hell.
" Really?" my voice was shaking and I hoped he didn't hear it.
" Yea." I kept reaching, searching for my gun- I could feel alittle part of it- I just couldn't get at it though! When he finally came into the light part of the cave I saw how horriable he looked. The left side of his face was scraped up- and bloody, as if someone had just hit him. I looked lower and saw a 9 mil. in his tight grasp. My breath hitched in my throat.
I'm dead.