As Jack was running over to Michael he noticed a terrible fear in Kate's eyes. She had realized where Michael was yelling from and was overcome with a feeling so strong it almost wasn't there.

"What happened?" Jack asked as he started to approach the large crowd, "Is everyone okay?"

"He was shot! Someone shot Sawyer!" Walt exclaimed next to his father. Tears started to appear in the young boy's eyes.

"What do you mean someone? And I never heard a gun," Jack admitted, knelling down next to Sawyer who was now propped up against a tree.

"No one did, I just heard him whining while I was takin' a- anyway, I came and saw him on the ground unconscious with a bullet in his shoulder" Michael replied, pushing his son behind to worsen his view of the wounded man.

"No one saw what happened?" Jack asked, getting no reply, "Okay, Michael, help me carry him to my tent. The rest of you, sort yourselves out for dinner"

"You sure you don't need any help Jack? You want to keep savin' people with us just eatin' dinner?" A motherly voice sounded.

"It's alright Rose. I just need space to work," Jack said, gesturing to Michael to help him lift Sawyer.

The survivors started to clear out so Sawyer was slowly moved down the beach to Jack's tent which was turning more and more into the ER. Kate trailed behind trying to hide her tears. Why would someone try to hurt Sawyer? Why couldn't it have been me instead? Kate stopped walking as she realized what she just thought. God, she must really like him if she'd take a bullet for him…

"Kate! We could use your help!" Jack yelled from his tent, obviously sensing her worry.

"Oh, okay…" Kate whispered, unsure if anyone heard her.

"I've got to go back to his tent to get the meds, can you watch him to see if anything happens? Check for breathing, pulse, if he talks, just normal things, okay?" Jack said, sounding both serious and soothing at the same time, "Michael you can go back to your tent with Walt, I don't know how much you want to trust him around Locke…" Jack commented, remembering the strange behavior from the old man recently.

"'Kay man, thanks. And good luck with uh…" Michael stopped, drawing a blank on the name of the injured man in front of him, "good luck…"

"Is he gonna be okay? Is there something I can do? Can you-" Kate was cut off

"Kate," Jack came over to her and leaned down, almost looking as if he were going to kiss her again, "just stay here and make sure he doesn't run away"

Kate grinned and walked over to Sawyer who was lying on the cold sand. "You're going to be fine," she whispered in his ear, "I know it. Whoever shot you… they don't know the mistake they made. You're too good to die. You need to stay here, on this island. You need to get better. I need you Sawyer… I love you"

Sawyer could hear every word Kate was saying. He was in so much pain that he couldn't move or even respond. But he heard it, those three words. That he'd said so many times but never meant. All jokes, schemes, cons, to get laid and get money, and then get out. But he knew she meant it. He knew it from the moment the word "okay" escaped her thin lips. He knew that there had to be a reason she would kiss him. He could tell in some way they were the same, not completely caring about other people. So the kiss was definitely not for the inhaler, maybe not even for him. It was for her. She wanted it. He felt so good that he could make a woman do something like that. Maybe he should have asked for a lap dance instead. All thoughts were erased though when Kate started stroking his hair.

"I love you…" She repeated, this time quieter, almost inaudible.

Sawyer could tell she was crying now, her body shaking slightly next to his. He was almost at tears himself that his pain made her cry. Jack just had to ruin the moment by walking in with, what d'you know, all the meds Sawyer'd stolen.

"Okay Sawyer, lets see if we can get you to sit up," Jack said, walking over to Sawyer, but stopping when he saw Kate's tears, "Kate… are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm…" Kate didn't finish. Instead she got up and started to walk out of the tent.

"Kate stop, I'm gonna need your help. I know this is hard for you. It's hard for all of us, and we don't even know who did it. So… will you help me?" Jack asked.

"Okay…" The same word can have so many meanings she thought as she walked back over to Sawyer's limp body, helping Jack sit him up straight.