Jack looked up form his position on the ground, tears still filled his eyes. He couldn't comprehend what he had just said, his head was swirling with emotions. What had he done? The only thing he could do, he realised as he glanced over at Kim who was still being held by the soldiers.

Chow was looming over him with a hunger in his eyes. He could see the end game in his mind and he couldn't wait for it. There would be no recording, he had informed Jack, it wasn't necessary. They both knew why. They would see the state of him on a recording and the confession wouldn't mean shit.

Chow held out a piece of thick parchment and Jack took it, not bothering to look at it; his mind was still racing. His medical record would prove this was forced, and Kim could too. They wouldn't buy it, he told himself sternly. A shudder ran through him as he thought about this; if the Americans didn't buy it they could leave him here. He was a realist - he knew he couldn't take anymore.

Chow instructed him to read the neatly printed letters aloud, they were going to record his voice instead. Smart, Jack thought, he hadn't thought of that. But it didn't matter, his voice was a strained croak from all of the screaming he had done over the past weeks - they couldn't use this as proof.

He read the words with an itching throat before trying to sign the document with the thick marker pen Chow handed him. He hesitated a split second, Chow saw it. He stomped his foot down on the floor by Jack, breaking out in laughter as he watched the man flinch, drawing a line up the page in reflex. He clenched his jaw before trying to grip the pen with his injured hand, Kim was still whimpering quietly in the background. His hand hurt and the signature was way off; but it didn't matter. He had implicated President Palmer in acts of war. Did this mean he was a traitor to his country?

"Jack?"

He opened his eyes and tried to sit up in a huff, Sarah quickly grabbing his arms preventing him from doing so, it would aggravate the slowly healing ribs.

"Hey calm down, what's the matter? You were fine just a minute ago…"

"Nothing," he muttered, one word answers were all they usually got from him. There was lots of pain medication running through his blood stream, he wasn't conscious for very long, and when he was, he wasn't very coherent. The more time that passed the longer he seemed able to focus properly. But when this was the case, his emotions were off the mark; so he was struggling either way. Sarah was looking forward to getting the last surgery out of the way so they could reduce the morphine and help him deal with the pain which was going to be a part of his life for a long time; until he recovered as much as was possible.

She dabbed at his face with a cloth as he was sweating, but she backed off when she saw the look of annoyance on his face.

"I'm sorry" she said, knowing control was what he needed to have, no matter how small, "Would you like me to leave a cloth on your forehead? You are burning up."

"No," he grunted, looking past her to the walls, he was trying to focus on something but she didn't know what. "Thank you," he added, seeing the troubled look on her face. He smiled weakly at her before turning his head away and closing his eyes again. Sarah smiled at the sleeping figure, letting her hand linger on his side a little longer than necessary.

She checked that the tubes leading into his arm were all secure before leaving the room, wondering what it was which had disturbed Jack. Another dream, she was sure, but something had to have triggered it.

She frowned as she entered the hallway leading to the small kitchen, Heller was comforting a distraught Kim at the table, she was sobbing into his shoulder. She closed her eyes for a moment, knowing this was what had caused Jack to stir so troubled.

Feeling as though intruding she turned to leave, but then so noticed the tape recorder on the table. They were completing the de-brief; a sickening feeling rose in her stomach as she could only imagine what Kim had watched her father suffer through.

"He… he signed the paper then.. He had no choice," she whimpered, now holding her head in her hands. She took a deep breath before continuing, "we were left alone then, for a few hours, until the plane came. You know the rest."

"Yes we do," Heller said strongly as he shut the machine off and straightened up. He was acting strong but Sarah didn't miss the shaking of his hands. "We'll leave it at that Kim," he said softly, "I'm sorry you had to retell such events."

Kim looked up as she sniffed, "its all right," she gasped as she let out a slight chuckle. "Thank God its over."

Heller nodded solemnly as Sarah moved back to the room. Picking up Jacks chart she sighed, it was going to be a while before this was over for her patient.