From The Journals of Katherine Plumber

February 12th, 1900

I stood and turned to see Jack, still covered in blood and bruises. I covered my mouth as I gasped and cried. He held out a hand, welcoming me back into his arms. I hesitantly walk over, as I get closer I reach out to grab his hand, "J-Jack?" I ask softly as my hand touches his cold, dirty one. But, I was not welcomed with the gentleness I longed for, instead he yanked me close to him and roughly grabbed me, "Why, Katherine?" He asked.

"W-What?" I asked, crying even more.

"Why? Why did you kill me, Katherine?" He asked.

"No... No!... NO!" I sobbed, trying to pull away from him.

"No!" I shot up, my breathing heavy.

That stupid nightmare.

I looked around the room, seeing a chair in the corner and a few IVs that were hooked up to me. Okay, Katherine, think. I remember being in Father's office with Edith... then at the lodge. We took a trolley... We took it to find Jack! Here! Okay, but why am I here? Like, in this bed.

I sigh and look around the room, it was very elegant for a hospital room. It had to be, considering my Father is paying for it I suppose. I look at the clock near the door and sigh before swinging my legs out of the bed. I went to stand, but instantly regretted it and fell back down on the bed.

I sighed and stood again, successful this time. I grabbed the IV pole and stumbled across the room to the window, opening it to get fresh air. I sighed in relief as the cold February air hit my face. All I know is where I am and what time it is, I don't know what day or how long I've been here, I don't even know why I'm here.

There's a loud noise from down the hall. I slowly go towards the door and crack it open enough to peek out, but the only thing I can see is a black abyss and some shadows of people around the corner. My curiosity will be the death of me, considering that I took this opportunity to sneak out of the room and look around. I'm injured and tired, but that doesn't stop me.

I looked at the numer on the door that read '19' and instantly remembered what happened before I must've passed out. I hurried 2 doors down to number 17 and peeked in, sure enough, there he was. I sighed, a few tears escaping my eyes, "Jack..." I muttered, stumbling over. I reached and grabbed his hand, stumbling against the side table.

"Hi." I said softly, "I-I don't know if you can hear me or even if you could feel me touch your hand, but I'm here. I'll always be here,... r-right by your side. What happened... I-It was m-my fault. All you did was t-try to save me, and y-you did but I never wanted it to come at such a c-cost that you would nearly lose your life. I-I need you to wake up because I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you didn't. It's not a feeling of g-guilt that would make me feel that way, but the feeling - Well, more like not feeling - that y-you aren't w-with me... J-Jack, I need y-you. You are the air I-I breathe and t-the stone I lean on. Without y-you, well, I might as well be d-dead... A-Andrews is gone for good, we'll be safe. We'll have our life... t-together, if y-you would only wake up." I was now sobbing by this point, on my knees next to his bed as I held his warm, sweaty hand to my chest, "P-Please, Jack, p-please just wake up. I-I can't do this without y-you. I n-need you!"

I looked up, just praying he would hold my hand back or mumble the softest words, but he didn't move an inch. His inaction made my sobs grow louder as I held his hand close. He's the only person I will ever love, if I lose him... I can't even think of it. I wish I could say I trust the doctors, but I don't. I don't trust anyone, especially doctors. I've seen too many horrid things they do and how they never care about their patients. They gave up on Lucy. They let my grandfather die. They abused me. How am I to trust them to save Jack's life!?