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Kate found comfort with Sawyer. Sawyer was tired of being the jackass anymore. After what he had witnessed he just really didn't want to be anyone.
"SOMEBODY HELP," Walt yelled.
Kate turned to see 14 year old Walt hunched over his father Michael. Kate and Sawyer rushed over. Kate took Michael up into her arms. He was bleeding badly on his head, shoulder, and stomach. He kept passing in and out of consciousness.
"Stay with us here Michael," Kate said over him.
He opened his eyes, which were filled with tears. "Kate please, I want you to do something for me," he said weakly.
"Anything," Kate whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
"I need you to look after my boy," Michael said.
"What! What do you me? You can look after him," Kate sobbed.
"Kate", Michael said. "Look at my stomach."
Kate slowly and reluctantly lifted Michael's shirt to see a large gunshot wound. Michael grimaced in pain. Kate wished more then anything for Jack to be there. He would have been calm and would know what to do to save Michael. Walt began to break up in hysterics. He turned away not wanting to see his dad suffer. Kate could see that he didn't have long.
"Walt," she whispered. "Why don't you stay with your father until....until...the end."
Walt looked up at her with red eyes. He nodded slightly. Kate look back down at Michael who was shaking.
"It's okay Michael, I'll go and get you some water," Kate whispered to him.
She left Michael and Walt together. She went and sat on a log by the burned out camp fire. She just stared into the fire, hating everything. Why did life have to be so cruel? She got up and stomped towards the open sea. She looked up into the cloudless night. Every star was shinning bright, lighting the dark sky.
"WHY", She yelled to the heavens. "Why are you doing this to us. What did we ever do to you to make you hate is this much". The air was calm and quiet. "ANSWER ME", she screamed dropping to her knees.
Everyone at the camp just stared at the figure kneeling in the sand before the sea. They all felt her pain, her grief. Everyone had been to hell and back that night. Kate just looked at the sand, her tears mixing with it. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Sawyer. He smiled back down on her.
"I just wanted to let you know...Michael passed", he said not looking at her but at the vast sea.
Kate sighed. She pushed Sawyer's hand off her shoulder and got to her feet. "I know your trying to help me..but don't. I don't need your help", she said heading back up the beach.
Sawyer just watched her go. He sighed to himself. The waves crashed over and over again before him and then were sucked back into the black sea. He watched the waves, trying to bring comfort to himself, but when he turned and looked at the grim scene before him, he realized nothing could comfort him.