"What are you starring at?" Kate asked questioningly as Jonathan watched from over the morning fire.
"Nothing." He smiled politely. "You just remind me of someone I know."
Kate nodded in response. She didn't know Jonathan very well so she didn't know whether or not she had just been complimented.
Jonathan was kind of a big guy. Not tall necessarily…just broad you could say. He was an older man possibly in his mid forties. He stood just above Kate in height but was probably double her weight.
Kate glanced at him again and sighed to herself. There was something different about him.
000
Jack opened his eyes. He'd been asleep? How long? He didn't remember falling asleep.
He propped himself up. He was leaning on the wall next to the door. He remembered trying to unlock it the night before but…everything was just fuzzy after that.
The doctor brought his hands up to his face gently his forehead and his eyes.
"Doctor!" A man, fairly thin, in his early twenties rushed up to him. "Doctor…you may want to look at Lindsey. She's really bad this morning."
Jack jumped up a Lindsey's name. When he stood up he could see people surrounding her bed.
"Hey. Come on…give her room to breath." He pushed people back as he approached her.
"Jack." He heard he mumbled.
"What Lindsey…I'm right here. Can you tell me what's going on? What hurts?" He kneeled on the floor in front of her. Jack touched the back of his hand to her forehead. Her fever was getting worse.
"Jack…it h-hurts." She confessed in a pathetic voice. Tears clung to the lining of her eyes.
"I know it hurts but can you tell me what happened to make you feel this way?" He stroked her hair to calm her down.
"I-I don't know. I ate this morning a-and…" She trailed off. "I was sick again and I-I…it just hurts!" Her body racked with a sob.
"Okay, okay. It's okay." He turned to the people standing behind him. "Do you have any medical supplies in here? Or cold water?"
The others just looked at each other. "We don't know." One of them answered.
They were useless. Lindsey needed immediate care. Jack ran back over to the door.
"SOMEBODY HELP! OPEN UP PLEASE!" He screamed as he pounded on the door with a balled fist.
He was silently praying for someone to hear him. Lindsey couldn't die. He wouldn't let her.
000
"Okay." Kate sighed to herself. They had just come upon a fairly small cliff they couldn't avoid.
"Do you think we should climb it?" Sayid asked.
"Do you think we should?" She asked him back.
Sayid looked at her with gentle eyes. "That all depends. How badly do you want to find him?"
Kate looked at him and smirked. "Start climbing." She told him.
"That's what I thought." He smiled to himself as he took hold of one of the roots hanging down the side of the ledge.
Kate followed after Sayid, and Jonathan followed her. Then it was Sawyer's turn.
"Come on, Princess." He pushed Shannon up onto the vine.
The blonde smiled at her new nickname. It'd gone from 'Sticks' to 'Princess' and she had to admit she liked this one better.
000
"SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! JUST PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!" Jack was still pounding on the door. No one had come yet.
He hit the door one last time with all of his might then cursed under his breath.
Jack looked around at all of the people that inhabited the sick room. Some were in shock, others were afraid of him. His eyes just kept traveling. That's when the idea hit him.
He went over to one of the beds and pushed the mattress off of it; the sheets and pillow went flying.
Just as he thought. The bed was put together with support rods. His eyes traveled over the ladder like structure that held the bed together with great care.
Then he put his foot down and added pressure, which easily bentone of therods. He stompped on it, bending it more. He just kept hitting it until it broke off completely.
He picked up the metal piece quickly and went back over to the door.
The frantic physician aimed carefully and struck the doorknob with the pipe he held.
The handle came off with little trouble.
He stuck a finger in the hole where the knob had once been and felt the lock on the other side. He could unlock it.
"Does anyone have anything like a hair pin?" He asked, not making eye contact. No one answered. "DOES ANYONE HAVE A HAIR PIN?" He asked again with more force.
A woman jumped and began to fiddle with the side of her head. She pulled out a long black bobby pin.
"Thanks." Jack said quietly as she handed him the device. He kneeled and started picking the lock from the inside.
He didn't know if this was going to work or not but he had to try. He had to save her.
His nimble fingers work quickly but carefully.
Luckily it paid off as the door cracked open with a soft click.
