She was resolved. She knew he was busy flying but now was as good a time as any to tell him; Sanjeeve was in the bathroom and Ted had gone back to talk to Laura. She understood how unfair it was to keep him in the dark any longer. She also had selfish reasons, the weight of the situation was too much to bear on her own. Yes, Kate knew. But she wasn't as intimately involved in the situation as Colette and Dean were. As hard as she tried she simply couldn't help in the same way Dean would be able to.
Now was her chance, she Asked Kate to cover for her and she began to make her way toward the cockpit when she felt a sharp twang of pain in her stomach. She stopped dead and placed a hand against her abdomen. Then suddenly it came back, but stronger this time. Strong enough that she stumbled and grabbed onto the back of a chair for support. Kate saw this and rushed to her side.
"What is it? Colette? Are you hurting?" he grabbed her by an elbow and led her to one of the private first class rooms that had been left un-booked for this flight. She sat Colette down on the chair, and kneeled down next to her.
"I thought you were alright." Kate explained. But Colette was not listening, fear had its hands clamped on her lungs and it was getting increasingly harder to breath.
Another surge of pain but this time it made her cry out. She curled up into a ball and clutched her abdomen as she rode out the pain. Kate clutched her hand letting Colette squeeze it as hard as she needed to.
"Colette, what's going on?" Kate was desperate.
"I don't know." Colette choked out and another surge of pain attacked her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out but she gently moaned as she allowed her head to fall on Kate's shoulder.
