As Nina's laughter died down Jack looked down at his injured hand to distract himself. His mind still swirled with conflicting thoughts and a pounding headache which seemed to increase in its intensity when his eyes met hers. But he had to remain calm. He had to stay in control. Nina was enjoying the upper hand she held and he knew this could result in a mistake or carelessness on her behalf. If she let her guard down he had to be ready to pounce.

"Before we can do anything," Nina said slowly, "I need to fix your hand."

There was a flicker of amusement in her eyes and Jack slowly moved his hand away defencelessly. He tried to sit up and failed once more, the arm cuffed to the headboard limited his movement.

"Don't look at me like that Jack," she taunted, "I'm just trying to help." She added, showing him the bandages she had saved to illustrate her point.

She didn't bother cleaning the wound as she had her own, instead she clumsily wrapped the thick white material around the wound as best as possible before tying it off tightly. Jack closed his eyes and winced, but gave no other indication that he had felt the pain she had purposely inflicted.

"Now we just need a phone," Nina said to herself but aloud. "I don't think we will find one in here."

With his eyes closed and his breathing laboured Jack spoke up, his voce harsh as he tried to hide the disgust he felt at the thought of working with the woman. "How far from civilisation are we?"

Nina waited a beat as she considered answering him. "Not too far, but the huts isolated."

"Then we need to move," Jack said, urgency in his voice as he tried to push himself up with the fragile hand. Bloody soaked through the clean wrap staining it but he didn't notice. Nina did.

"Why the rush? Salazar might have lookouts set around the village. We're safer here."

"No were not!" Jack snapped, "If the area is isolated then it's the first place they will look."

"Then what's to say CTU wont find us?"

Jack shook his head. "They wont even be looking for us, they'll be following the virus."

Nina said nothing before shifting on the crate slightly. She stared at Jack, watching him wince with each limited movement. "What's wrong?"

Jack faked a laugh. "What's wrong?" He asked indignantly, "is that a rhetorical question?"

Ignoring him Nina moved over and held her hand against Jacks forehead, smirking again as he tried to move away from her. He was hot and sweaty, but Nina wasn't sure that the gun shot wound had caused the sudden fever.

"Something's wrong with you."

Jack looked at her angrily. "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied.

Inside he silently cursed himself, Nina and the Salazar's; knowing that the pain he was feeling was the withdrawal kicking back in again - the pills had worn off.

"Fine," she said, her tone indicating that she didn't buy it. "As long as you are sure you are well enough to get us back to CTU. Slowing us down would not be in your best interests," she continued, the threat not in her voice but the way she played with the gun now resting on her lap.

"We need to go now," he replied, trying not to snap as he felt his temperature rise.

"Sure Jack, we will," she said, making no attempt to move. "Still giving out the orders, aren't you" she laughed, before adding menacingly, "some things never change."

As she moved away from the crate Jack saw two old dusty boots visible on the rotting floor; which Nina's position had obscured from his view. Jack sat up as best as he could as the body came into view. A dark skinned and aged Mexican man lay on the floor with dead open eyes staring up at nothingness.

"Son of a bitch," Jack whispered, now knowing how Nina had found the cabin and moved him to it. "Some things don't change," he thought with resignation as he warily watched her gather her supplies uninterested with him or the dead body.