A/N: So this chapter actually has no Matt in it-rather, it looks at the two most important people Matt left on the mainland, his best friend Katie and his little sister Jordan. It gives an insight into how they are dealing with Matt's "death". Katie belongs to littletonpace, and Jordan to jacquelin825.
Matt will be back next chapter
Jack checked Sawyer's wound for the fifth time in as many minutes, careful not to move the gauze as Sawyer was finally resting, as peacefully as possible. "Any sign of them?" Sawyer mumbled, concern almost overwhelming exhaustion in his voice.
"Not yet," Jack said, returning to staring at the spot where Matt had walked off over an hour ago.
"You're worried," Sawyer stated, eyes closing again, voice weak.
"I hate having him out of my sight," Jack admitted quietly. "I worry something is going to happen and he won't come back."
"Same with Mia," Sawyer mumbled, shifting slightly and wincing. "She's got a sister back home, with a kid. Can't imagine how much they're worrying right now."
"Matt's got a sister too," Jack said, unable to take his eyes of the path still. "Jordan. He's been raising her since she was eight. And a best friend he worked with everyday. He's been gone two hours and I can't stop worrying. I can't even imagine how Jordan and Katie are feeling right now."
Katie kept her eyes on the door as Bree talked."Today I made Lara pancakes," Bree said softly, wiping the tears from her eyes. "But I didn't put bananas in it like Mia did, and Lara started crying, and I started crying, and neither of us could stop." She paused, staring down at her shaking hands.
"I burn the coffee now," Katie offered up quietly, one eye still on the closed door. "Matt always said I made the best coffee he's ever had. He'd get a cup every morning and come over to talk to me. And now I make terrible coffee, burned, grounds floating in the water."
"This is all very understandable," the group therapist said soothingly. "You all lost people you loved when Oceanic Flight 815 crashed, people were crucial to your lives. You will find your lives don't feel quite right, that things feel off, like you're missing important pieces."
Kate's eyes were glued to the clock, until she suddenly stood up, mumbling an apology under her breath as she hurried through the door. As soon as she reached her car, she flipped her cell phone open, dialing a number she knew by heart.
"Mm…lo?" Jordan's voice was slurred and hoarse.
"Are you still asleep?" Katie asked, eyes wide as she looked at her watch. "It's 3:15. You missed the meeting, hon."
"Sorry," Jordan mumbled, pulling the covers over her head to block out the encroaching sunlight. "I wasn't feeling well last night. Had trouble sleeping."
"Nightmares again?" Katie asked softly, leaning against the wall, pressing the phone closer to her ear. "Do you want me to bring you something? Some soup? I could make you tea."
"I'm just gonna sleep some more, thanks Katie," Jordan answered gratefully, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. She stared at the curtain of covers over her head, blinking back tears from bloodshot eyes. "Really, thanks though Katie. I don't deserve you."
"Don't ever worry about it, sweetie." Katie smiled into the phone, hoping Jordan could hear it in her voice. "Call me anytime you need me, ok. The soup offer stands. Get some rest, and have sweet dreams."
"Bye Katie." Hanging up the phone, Jordan kept it cradled in her hand. She winced as she rolled over without thinking, landing on her left arm. Gingerly lifting her the long sleeve of her pajama top, she poked at the row of dark bruises surrounding the needle marks dotting her skin. She kept the comforter over her head while her fingers roamed her mottled skin, the fabric blocking the picture of Matt, smiling lovingly at her from her nightstand.
Pulling her sleeve down again, she opened her phone, typing out quickly Need to meet. Bring the good stuff. Shutting the phone as soon as the message sent, she leapt out of bed, hurrying past Matt's picture with her eyes lowered, grabbing for her miniskirt.