"I can't believe you are just going to up and leave our little world here. I mean Australia? What's there?" Moira looked at the petite blonde nurse that looked at her from the other side of the nurse's station. Moira smirked and looked around the halls of the pediatric ICU. What's there? Something other than what was around her now.

"It's only going to be for fourteen days. I think you can survive that long without me. Besides, I said I was going to bring you back all kinds of goodies. Just don't expect a boomerang. I hear it's illegal to transport those in your suitcase now. Regulations and all." Moira said. She scratched the rest of her note on the clipboard in front of her and then handed it back to the nurse. She pocketed her pen and then when her pager began to go off she pulled it out of the other pocket.

Moira frowned. The Emergency room. She picked up the handset of the phone and dialed the numbers connecting her to the E.R.

"Yeah this is Dr. Bennet. Injuries? How far out? Isn't Dr. Michaels covering down there? Fine. I'll be right down." Moira hung up the phone and then sighed.

"What's up?" Moira looked over at the nurse.

"A pile up. A school bus was involved. Kindergarteners. Dr. Michaels' needs a little help and doesn't want some resident fucking things up." Moira said. She gave a little wave and then headed towards the bank of elevators.

"Dr. Sheppard please call the O.R. Dr. Jack Sheppard please call the O.R." A disembodied voice called over the hospital intercom system.

When the elevators opened Moira jumped on and then leaned against the back of the car. Pushing a strand of her black hair back from her porcelain skin she closed her eyes and willed herself to get through another day of seeing the broken bodies of children. Just another day.

"We'll rest here for ten minutes." Ana said. The group stumbled along the rocky coastline. Moira sank down onto to her knees and grabbed the water she was carrying. Making sure to not gulp the water and only drink a little bit, she then passed it on. She glanced over to Sawyer. He was on his knees as well; leaning heavily on the weapon he had been given. His arm hung loosely at his side and his color was pale.

Moira pushed herself up and then walked slowly over to him. She was leery of approaching him. He had been out of it when he finally came to early. He hadn't remembered that he had nearly choked her to death. When she was standing over him, her shadow falling across him he finally looked up.

"What do you want?" He asked. She sighed and then lowered herself to his level resting her butt on her heels.

"I just wanted to see how the wound looks." She said softly. She noticed that he didn't seem to have as much fight left in as when they had first come across the three men. The loss of blood, pain, and fatigue were finally getting to him.

"Where'd you learn that trick with the bullet powder?" Sawyer asked as he let her lift the makeshift bandage from his shoulder. "You a doctor some something?" He asked. Moira looked at him.

"I'm a doctor. A pediatric doctor which works out well for you doesn't it?" Moira asked. She normally wasn't so rude to people but his defensive attitude from the very beginning was slowly beginning to wear on her patience.

"What is it with me getting stuck with smart ass doctors?" Sawyer asked more to himself than to her. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. The wound didn't appear to be bleeding anymore. The wound actually looking a lot better. She silently congratulated herself on her thinking of the bullet powder. Not that she had plans on using such a procedure again it would certainly make for an interesting story if she ever got off this damn island.

"Dr. Bennet. Good job in there." Moira pulled off the bloody gloves she was wearing and shot a glance at the doctor coming into the room she occupied.

"Dr. Michaels'. I'm not really sure how good a job I did. I could only do so much for him. He pretty much was DOA." Moira said. She pulled at the yellow paper apron she was wearing and tossed it into the garbage. The poor boy she was been working on was so far gone but her instinct to preserve life had kicked in and she had tried several desperate measures to bring him back. At one point she had been sure she would live but it didn't last long and she has regretfully had to pronounce him just moments ago. The hardest task was yet to come and that involved letting the parents of the sweet little six year old know their son was dead.

"You did well. It's always a pleasure to see you down here in the E.R." She watched as Dr. Michael's left the room and then turned her back to the door. She silently let the sobs wrack her body. The tears began to spill down her face and she was consumed with the quilt that she hadn't been able to save the boy. She knew that there would be patients that she couldn't save but still each death got to her and she felt the pain of their loss.

Quickly she dried her eyes and took in gulps of air to calm herself. When she finally felt she had herself under control she left the room and headed down the busy hallway to the waiting room. Several sets of parents were perched on the still plastic chairs. Others milled around the room waiting anxiously for word.

When she stepped into the room all focus fell on her. She sighed and looked around at the expectant faces.

"Mr. and Mrs. Solomon?"

"So what's a good word, doc?" Sawyer said turning his head to look at Moira. She rolled her eyes and then pulled the bandage back over his shoulder. She turned her eyes to meet his. "Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at her and then his eyes traveled down to the scar on her cheek barely visible through the curtain of her hair.

Moira sat back and turned her head to look back at Ana. Ana nodded and then told everyone it was time to get going. With a couple of groans everyone began to get up.

"No. Maybe in a different life." Moira said to Sawyer and then stood up. She held her hand out to him and helped him up to his feet. He gave a one more look before she turned and then headed off after the others. He stood there for a moment trying to remember why the black hair and impossibly green eyes seemed to spark a memory to him. With a shake of his head to began to walk.