Sorry guys, really short
CHAPTER EIGHT: GRAZED KNEES
It was sometime in the next week that Kate became very sick. She had a high fever and spent the majority of her time trying to be useful, though everyone told her to lie down. Jack, therefore, spent the majority of his time making sure she stayed either in the hatch or the caves.
This had worked for a few days. She read Julius Caesar, by Shakespeare, and The Odyssey in less than three days, which astounded Jack, because she had a tendency to put down whatever book she was reading at the time and simply stare at the wall in thought.
This morning, however, had been different. She and Jack had been walking along the path from the hatch to the caves, she aching all over from the fever, he supporting her, when she passed out in mid-step. By the time Jack had her back in the caves, she was beginning to wake up once more.
He tried not to stare at her, her perfect hair trailing down her cheek like an artist's portrait of a cup of coffee, the soft swirls of heat running gently down the pale porcelain mug. It was too late to look away, she was looking up at him.
"You cold?" he asked her, grasping a blanket in his hand to put over her. She nodded slowly, and he draped the dark blue airline blanket over her pale, sweaty body. In truth, he too was cold. He was colder than hell. He probably shouldn't be spending all of his time in such close quarters with her while she was sick.
He got her fruit at every meal and she didn't touch it, just watched it contemplatively, as if she wanted to speak to the fruits but had forgotten the language that the foreigners spoke. She finally looked up at his face, her eyes relatively blank.
"You're getting sick too." She said quietly.
"No, I'm fine." He lied, figuring it would be better to lie to her and make her feel safe. They had seemingly easily made the giant leap of faith and let others know that they were no longer Kate who lived at the beach and Jack who lived at the caves. Now they were Jack and Kate, who lived together. She shook her head, knowing he was lying.
A few minutes later, when she appeared to be asleep, she spoke again.
"When the rescue gets here, I'll never see you again." She told him, her eyes closed. He took her warm hand in his own where they limply touched. "This is a bad idea."
"What if we don't get caught?" He asked her, hunching over her body. She appeared to be angry and tried to sit up, but he pushed her gently back into the blanket.
"I love you. Forget about rescue for now. You should rest." He told her quietly. She yawned and relaxed once more.