Jack held out his hand and lightly touched one of the spikes with the tips of his fingers. He leaned forward and looked up to the open sky. He looked ahead of him again, and counted the spikes. 16. They were placed equal distances apart, in the shape of a square. The concrete went completely around the bottoms of the spikes, like the spikes were there first, and then the concrete was poured after. He wondered how long they had been there for. The hole was definitely new; he had never seen if before. Maybe it was just covered up until now. Jack just had to stop thinking about all of this; it was making his brain hurt. He finally turned around, only to find himself face to face with Kate.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Same thing you are. Only you need to go back."

"Why?"

"There's something wrong with Haley. Her entire leg is bruised and swollen. It's spreading really fast."

"Ok, well I'm on my way back, anyway. There's nothing down here."

"Well there has to be something. Why would someone build a tunnel and not have it lead anywhere?"

"I don't know."

Kate stood on her toes and leaned to the right to try and see past Jack. Jack moved to his left so she couldn't see anything.

"Jack! There's something there!"

"No there isn't."

Kate tried to squeeze past him, but he put his arm up to stop her. She managed to catch a glimpse of what was there, and gasped.

"That's where Haley was being pulled into!" She stepped back and let out a deep breath. "This doesn't make any sense."

"That's why we're going to go back and close that door in the floor of the storage room, and never come back in here."

"But wait, it went another way. The tunnel, it branched off."

"There's nothing down there, I looked."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Kate put her hands on her hips.

"There's nothing there, Kate. Are you coming back with me, or not?"

"You mean you're not going to tell me I'm not allowed to go check it out?"

"You never listen to me anyway. But just remember. I have made good calls in the past."

"When have you made good calls?"

"How about with the dynamite, Kate? If I hadn't put it in my pack, you would be dead. You would be just like Arnst, and we wouldn't be having this conversation. Would we?"

Kate didn't say anything.

"That's what I thought. Come on." Jack shoved past her, and headed back, not even waiting for Kate to turn around and go, too. She stood there, staring at the spikes that almost killed a teenager just the day before. She was staring at the spikes, but she was thinking about the tone Jack had in his voice. He didn't sound angry. He didn't sound frustrated, he sounded worried. Like him having to think about what could have happened to her, made him feel terrified. She finally turned around and started running to catch up with Jack.

Jack and Kate showed up to see what was wrong with Haley. She was lying in a ball facing the wall, with Hurley sitting on the floor next to the bed.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"Help," Haley said, quietly.

"Can you sit up?" Jack set next to her on the bed. Haley just shook her head.

"It's really bad," Hurley whispered. "Whatever it is… It's bad."

Jack put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her so that she was lying on her back. She let out a wimper of pain, but cooperated. Jack tried not to make a face, when he saw her leg. It was such a dark purple, it was almost black.

"It's all over her stomach, too," Hurley informed.

Jack lifted up part of her shirt, and sure enough, from her hips to half way up her ribs, was all dark purple. He touched it with the palm of his hand, and felt how cold it was.

"I uh… I have no idea what this is from," He said quietly.

"You mean… you can't…" Haley couldn't get the rest of her words out. She coughed and curled back up into a ball.

"What if it's from the thing that was pulling her into that hole?" Hurley said.

"What if she… What if there really is a sickness?" Kate asked.

"And you think she has it?" Jack said, with a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Well you said you don't know what it's from. What else would it be?"

"Fine. You go back in the storage room and see what those vials say on them."

Kate rushed back to the storage room and pulled open the latch in the floor. There were two different labels on the vials. There was one with the dharma symbol on it, and the word Morphine. The other one had the dharma symbol, and it read: "Use only in emergency." Only the liquid inside wasn't clear, like other things of the sort. She shook the bottle and felt the serum slosh almost like syrup. It was a pale yellow colour, and lightly glowed. Kate's eyes went wide and she let out a quiet gasp, but she grabbed them both, along with two syringes, and headed back to the bunk bed. She handed them to Jack, and he looked at the one that made Kate's eyes widen.

"Use only in emergency?" He asked.

"Like what kind of emergency?" Hurley wondered.

"It doesn't even say what's in it. I'm not giving it to her."

"Jack, it could save her life."

"Or it could kill her. I'm not giving it to her." He looked at the morphine bottle and thought for a minute. Then he took one of the syringes out of the package and stuck the needle into the top of the vial.

"Jack, how do you know that's even morphine that's in there? Either way, you don't know for sure what you're giving her."

Jack didn't know what to do. Why was it always him who had to make the decisions? Everyone always turned to him for help. When they wanted an opinion, it was Jack they asked. They always expected him to be in charge, and to know what he was doing. Like it was his job or something. Like the reason he survived the crash, was so he could be everyone's leader. Haley turned around and faced everyone, but stayed in a ball with her eyes closed.

"Haley, explain to me what it feels like," Jack said calmly.

Haley just squeezed her eyes tighter and started to cry. Jack rubbed her back and quietly shushed her. "It's ok." He looked back to Hurley and Kate. "What am I supposed to do?" That's when Haley sat up in a jolt, and started coughing, making blood spurt out of her mouth, and hit Jack on the chest. "Wonderful. She's bleeding internally." When she was done, she laid back down and curled up again. "There's nothing I can do," He whispered. "She needs surgery."

"Then give her surgery. You have morphine."

"No. It'll be too painful. And then it'll get infected. It'll get so infected that she'll die anyway."

"I'm not dying," Haley choked. "I can't… Not yet."

Hurley, now completely white, got up and left the room. If he saw anymore, he would pass out. Kate got up and grabbed a cloth to wipe the blood away from Haley's mouth.

"Haley, listen to me," Jack whispered. "In the medical stash we found… there are some bottles of morphine. And there are also some unlabeled bottles. It's from this Dharma initiative thing, and it says on it to use in an emergency. Do you want me to give you any of these?"

She didn't answer.

"Haley."

She nodded her head yes.

"Hunny, do you want the morphine or the other stuff?" Kate stepped in.

"Let's try the other stuff," She said quietly.

Jack drew out a bit of the serum into the syringe, while Kate held onto Haley's hand.

Haley was afraid. She had no idea what was going to happen to her. She had no idea what was happening to her. Her whole mind was just swimming of thoughts. Thoughts from the past, her favourite memories, what she always wanted to do, everything was just flooding in and out of her brain like a movie. She felt the prick of the needle go into her arm but she didn't look. She waited to feel the sting of the … whatever it was, go through her veins. She felt her body start to slowly calm. Then she looked up at Kate and Jack, who both had a look of worry upon their faces.

"I was… I was traveling alone," Haley said, softly.

Kate looked into her eyes. "What?"

"In Australia. I was just traveling on my own. My mom always wanted to go to Australia. And she… she died last year, and I took some time off school and I graduated a semester late. And then … after graduation, I decided to do what my mom never got to. And take pictures and make a scrap book…"

"Why were you going to LA? Don't you live in BC?" Kate asked.

"I was going to visit my grandma on the way back. She gets lonely."

"Why are you telling us this?" Jack asked.

Haley shrugged. "I just needed someone to know."

Jack was typing the numbers into the computer, when Kate walked up behind him.

"Hey," She said.

"Hey. How's she doing?" Jack asked, without turning around.

"She's sleeping. But the bruising is still there."

"Does she seem to be in any pain?"

"Not as much, at least."

"That's good… I hope."

"Jack…"

He looked at her and waited for her to continue.

"This whole thing, with you telling me what to do… it has to stop. I don't care if you're worried about me, but I'm going to do what I want. If I feel like helping out in any way, I'm going to do it. I don't want to be left behind just because some guy doesn't want me getting hurt. I can handle myself." Jack tried to speak, but Kate held up her hand, and he stopped. "And I know you have some reasons that prove otherwise… But I don't want to live my life knowing I didn't try. I wouldn't want to be in Haley's situation, and die, thinking maybe that serum could have saved my life. I don't want to be like her mom, and die before I get a chance to do what I've always dreamed of. Here I don't really have any dreams. Except to help or be a part of what's going on. Or have something to do, at least." She felt her eyes start to get teary, and she turned away so Jack wouldn't see her crying. But he already knew. He got up from his chair and put his arms around her. She grabbed onto him, and they just stood there, holding each other and keeping each other safe.

"It was pretty gross, man," Hurley said to Charlie, handing him a playing card.

"Well how gross was it? What did it look like?"

"It was just all … purple and swollen so mad. And then she coughed up blood."

"Well is she ok?"

"I don't know. I had to leave."

"Maybe we should go see if she's ok."

"Ya ok, after we finish this."

"Ya sure."

Hurley looked at his cards and thought for a minute. "You got any 4's?"

Hurley and Charlie walked into the hatch, to see Jack sitting on the bed next to Haley, rubbing her arms and her back. She was shivering uncontrollably. It was like she had just come inside from being in 50 below temperatures. She had her eyes shut tightly, and her lips were dark blue.

"What's wrong?" Charlie asked.

"I don't know," Jack said truthfully. That's when Kate came with the extra blankets and threw them on top of Haley.

"Is she going to be ok?" Hurley asked.

"I don't know," Jack said again.

"Well is there anything we can do to help?" Charlie asked.

"I don't know! Just… Leave, please." Jack was so frustrated, everything was getting on his nerves. Charlie and Hurley slowly turned around, but Kate stayed and stood next to Jack. He looked up at her with teary eyes. "You too, Kate." She crossed her arms, and stormed out of the room. Jack looked back and Haley and started rubbing her back again. "It's ok. It's ok." … He hoped.

When she finally stopped shivering, she threw the blankets off her and started sweating.

"Holy, I'm so hot," She said. The sweat was dripping off her face, and her clothes became soaked, very quickly. "Holy crap." She sat up, and pulled her shirt off, not caring that Jack was there to see her in her bra. It wasn't any different from a bikini top, anyway. She fanned her face with her hands and layed back down. "This stuff is intense. Is it supposed to do this?"

"I … I don't know." It was really bothering Jack how much he didn't know. That seemed to be his answer to every question, lately.

"I just… This is so weird. I just feel like…" She suddenly went pale, and started gagging. She was going to throw up. Jack jumped to his feet and grabbed the garbage pail before she could puke all over the floor. It was really coming out very powerfully.

"Do you feel better now?" Jack asked, when she finally stopped.

She shook her head, and collapsed onto the pillow. Jack wasn't sure if everything that was happening to her, was good or bad. He had no idea what he injected into her veins, and neither did anyone else. No one knew what to expect, and it was killing him.

Kate took this opportunity to go back into the tunnel and see what was down the way she never got to wander off to. Jack said there was nothing, but she knew he was only saying that so she wouldn't check it out. Now was her chance. She lowered herself into the hole and turned on her flashlight. She walked down the tunnel with her head held high. This time she knew for sure, Jack wasn't going to show up two steps behind her.

She finally got to the end, and was thoroughly disappointed. Nothing. Jack was telling the truth. Nothing but a wall. Unless there was something in the wall. Oh, who was she kidding? Something in the wall? Like what, a secret passage way, when she pulled on a book? She laughed at the thought, and tilted her head back a little. But that's when she saw it. A door in the ceiling. A door… in the ceiling. She stood on her toes and tried to push it open, but it must have been locked. Unless she just simply didn't have enough strength. She needed something long, like a stick. But there were no sticks. She stopped to think for a second, but was soon interrupted when the door opened, and she heard a deep voice that made her entire body shudder.

"Hello Kate."

Haley felt so weak, it was incredible. It felt like she had just run a marathon. It was hard for her to breathe, and she couldn't even hold her head up. Her entire body was shaking like she hadn't eaten for days. Jack handed her a bottle of water, but she couldn't even lift her arm to grab it. Jack went back to the kitchen and came back with a straw in the bottle.

"Jack," Haley started, after she took a few sips. "I'm scared."

"I know. I know."

"I can't die. You can't let me die."

"Haley, I… I'll do everything I can, but-"

"Everything you can, isn't good enough. That's what doctors say to people when they have to tell them their family died. 'We did everything we could,'" She said the last part in a deep voice, imitating a big time doctor. "People don't want to hear they did everything they could. They don't want to hear that someone they love is dead. They don't want to hear, 'Oh, there was too much bleeding, and the damage was too severe,' they don't want to hear how they cut them open and tried god knows what on them. They just…" She couldn't talk anymore, it was too much for her.

"Is this about your mom?" Jack asked.

"It's just not fair."

"Haley, I'm sorry that you lost your mother. And at such a young age. I'm sorry that it's hurt you. But as a doctor, I have to be the one to tell the families that someone they loved has died. And that's not easy. It's not easy at all. And telling them that we did everything we could, tells them that we tried our hardest. That we wanted this person to live, just as much as they did."

"Then…" Haley let out a sigh as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Do everything you can. Please."

"I will."

She closed her eyes, and went to sleep. Hoping it wasn't the last time.