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When Will realized what had happened he had no idea what to do, all he knew was that from what he could see they were trapped. A bunch of the beams from the ceiling had collapsed right in the area of the house where they were located; one had missed him by only a few feet, that's when it hit him, was Karen okay?

"Karen? Karen? Are you okay? Karen?" He called, when he heard no response he knew that couldn't be good. He began walking around in search for her. This was not as easy as he thought it would be though, he was climbing over beams and other parts of the house left and right. He couldn't see Karen anywhere, which confused him because they were in the same room. How far could she be? Then he realized that there were piles of rubble everywhere, if he had almost been hit with a beam then that meant that Karen could very well be lying underneath one of the fallen beams or piles of rubble. His heart dropped, and he began frantically digging through the damage in hopes of finding her.

He finally found her, and when he did he was terrified. He was digging through one of the piles of sheet rock and debris when he saw Karen's hand under the pile. He froze at what he had thought he had found. She couldn't be dead, she couldn't, he wouldn't be able to handle that. He just stared at the hand that was sticking out from the bottom of the pile. Tears began to form in his eyes, and then he saw her fingers move slightly inward.

"Karen…" he whispered. Then as if something had over taken him he began to clear the pile with a force that he didn't even know he possessed. He wasn't even thinking about how quickly and efficiently he was taking the rubble off of Karen, all he thought about was whether she was okay or not. When he finally cleared everything off of her small, frail body he knelt down by her side and lightly stroked her cheek. A trickle of blood trailed out of the corner of her mouth, and her breathing was shallow. It was painfully clear to him that she was not in good condition.

She whimpered softly and he took that as a good sign, anything indicating that she was still alive was satisfactory at that point. He just stared at her, feeling totally helpless. There Karen was, hurt and in pain, and there was nothing at all he could do. It broke his heart. He put one of his hands over his eyes and trailed it down his face.

She whimpered once again, but it was more than a whimper, he could have sworn that she had said something.

"Karen… come on Kare, wake up…" he pleaded.

"W…W… Will…" she said softly. He smiled at the fact that she had some idea of what was happening and who he was.

"I'm here Karen, I'm here." She began to stir and her eyes fluttered open. Once her eyes were fully opened she winced in pain.

"Ughh… what the hell happened?" she said groaning with pain.

"The house caved in, and a lot of it landed on you. How do you feel?"

"Everything hurts." She whined softly. He sighed; he hated seeing her in so much pain.

"Karen, I'm going to have to move you okay? Do you think I can do that?" she nodded slowly. He went over to the bed that was in the room, and cleared it off so he could place her on it. He then went back over to her huddled frame on the floor. He slid one arm underneath her legs, and the other above her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slowly lifted her up. She yelped suddenly in pain.

"Ow, ow, ow! Please stop! Will! Please make it stop!" she said through tears. He brought her over to the bed and placed her gently on top of it. When she was lying on the bed she realized that there was something missing.

"Will! Jackie, Grace… where are they? Are they okay?" she asked frantically.

"It's okay, don't worry," he calmed her. "They were already on the helicopter, remember?"

"Where's the helicopter?"

"I heard it fly away a little while ago…" he said trying to break the news to her as easily as he could.

"What? So… so we're stuck here? On the island?" she worriedly

"Yeah, we're also stuck in this room." He said looking around the room noticing that the only exit was completely blocked off.

Just as he said that, they heard a loud bang and what was left of the house shook. Karen reached over and clutched Will's arm tightly.
"What the hell was that?" Karen yelled pulling Will closer to her.

"I think something else fell on the house…" he said as Karen held his arm tightly next to her cheek.

She sat herself up slowly wincing in pain as she did so.

"Will," she said, eyes wide.

"Careful Karen, try not to move too much. I don't know how badly hurt you are." He said supporting her as she sat up.

"Will," she said once again.

"What?"

"I…I'm scared. I know you probably don't care, but I… I don't know, I just figured… never mind." She said looking down at her hands.

Before she could say anything else she felt herself being pulled into Will's arms. She was utterly confused. Since when did Will care about how she felt? She was expecting him to make fun of her for being scared. She pushed her feelings of confusion aside and relaxed into Will's embrace. She soon fell asleep, her head on his chest beside her hands that gently gripped his t shirt in her fists.

Will didn't know why he was feeling the way that he did towards Karen, normally he would have been making fun of each other and blaming each other for the unfortunate situation that they were in, but something in him had shifted. He was feeling as though he needed to be there for Karen, to comfort her and support her, to make sure that she was safe. He didn't understand what was making him feel this way, but he was, and he had every intention of doing so. He soon fell asleep as well.

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When the helicopter brought Jack and Grace to the helicopter base where it was safe from the destruction of the hurricane all they could think about was Will and Karen's safety. The pilot sent the head of the department that organized rescue groups to save people in dangerous situations.

"Hello Ms. Adler, Mr. McFarland." The man greeted them.

"You… you have to help our friends." Grace said tearfully.

"I'm afraid that, that may be a problem at this time."

"What do you mean 'a problem'?" Jack yelled angrily.

"The hurricane is worsening very rapidly, and it would be a very big risk to send a rescue party for your friends. It is our policy that we do our best to keep our rescuers out of danger, and right now it is most likely that our people could be lost to the severity of the hurricane at this time. This hurricane is one of the worst that has been recorded in over fifty years, and it doesn't seem to be dying down for at least a couple of days. We are not able to send a party out there until we feel that it is safe for them. I'm sorry." he finished trying to be as sympathetic towards their situation as possible.

"So they're just supposed to stay out there and die because the rescue party is too afraid to go and rescue them, isn't that their job?" Jack screamed in rage.

"I'm sorry sir, but there isn't anything that we can do until the weather conditions improve. I'm truly very sorry." he said sadly as he walked away. Jack and Grace stood there in shock wondering what would happen to their friends.

Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update… I've been insanely busy! I hope you enjoyed this chapter… Review loves!