Last Time . . . The door suddenly swung open, startling her, and a bottle fell from her hands. She scrambled to find it and looked up to see Jack standing in the doorway. The look on his face told him all she needed to know. He was livid . . .
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"Jack. . . I". She stumbled over the words as she replaced the bottle with shaking hands.
"What the hells are you doing Kate? Are you stealing from me? Stealing from the group? That's low Kate, even for you!"
She shook her head, looking down.
"Answer me, Kate. What the hell were you doing?"
"I'm sorry. You weren't here. I was. . . I was just looking for something for a headache, I . . ."
Jack shook his head disapprovingly and heaved a sigh. "Kate, if you need something, you come and ask me. Don't just sneak behind my back and take it. This isn't a Walgreen's pharmacy. If everyone came in here and helped him or herself to medicine for every little headache or runny nose my supply would be wiped out in no time. I can't . . ."
Jack continued his rant, speaking with such anger, such disdain, that Kate couldn't stand to face him anymore. She turned and walked away, deciding she'd rather suffer than beg him for help.
Looking careful down the hall to make sure she wouldn't be seen, Kate slipped into back storage closet and carefully closed the door. She wouldn't be noticed here. It was cool and dark and quiet. Just what she needed. Her head was beginning to pound, and she craved darkness.
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Kate didn't know how many hours had passed. She was curled on the ground in the corner of the storage closet, wishing she'd just pass out. She'd forgotten how bad it could get. It had been so long since she'd had to go through this with out any kind of medication. The whole left side of her head was throbbing and her stomach was churning. The nausea was almost worse than the pain. She knew that if she didn't want to spend hours lying in her own vomit, she'd have to make her way to the bathroom. She hadn't heard any voices in a while, so there was probably only one other person in the hatch. If she could make to the far, back bathroom without being seen, she'd have little chance of being found.
It took a while, and just sitting up made her dizzy, but Kate eventually made it to the bathroom safely and just in time. Once she got there, she didn't leave.
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It was early morning, and Sawyer was on hatch duty. Stretching, he put down the book he was reading and got up from the couch. He headed towards the storage closet, hoping to find something good that he could stash away for a rainy day.
"Funny", he mused to himself as he headed down the hallway, "I coulda sworn that door was closed before". Before he reached the closet he heard a noise from behind the door to his left. A moan, maybe? Curious, Sawyer pushed the door ajar and peered in.
There was a body curled up on the floor in front of the toilet, barely visible in the darkness. The body moaned again. A woman. Sawyer turned on the light, curious.
It was Kate. He recognized her immediately, although her dark curls masked her face. She let out a pathetic mewl as the light flicked on and curled in tighter on herself, throwing her arm over her eyes.
"Well, well, well", Sawyer chuckled, "what have we got here?