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I sit on a makeshift chair, which is exactly where I've been for the past 24 hours on end. Jack sits nearby, a clear tube attached in the inside of his elbow. Dark red blood seeps out, coating the tube as the blood flows from Jack's veins to Boone's.
The fact that Jack was even able to find a needle — that actually wasn't a needle — sharp enough for it to be able to cut through skin. Then he went on to adjust the tube so that it sat in the exact spot it was supposed to.
As if the day couldn't get any more stressful, Jin had been here about an hour earlier, telling us that Claire went into labour. Specifically, in the middle of the jungle where Kate was waiting with her. It made me relax a bit to know that there was something there to take care of the probably frantic Claire.
Since Jack was bound to Boone, he instead told Jin every detail of what to do when delivering a baby, and finished it off by saying that Kate was going to have to deliver this baby.
I can only imagine how much pressure it must be for Kate when she gets Jack's message. However, I don't have time to dwell over anything — but Boone — right now. My head is filled to brim as it is.
The cave is eerie, a tiny birdsong filling it up as it reaches nighttime. Boone is still unconscious. I watch him intensely as I wait for any signs of awakening. Once in a while, my eye drops to Jack who's gotten progressively more pale as the hours go by. The tube is still in his arm, providing Boone with the much needed blood. But I can tell it's weighing down on Jack.
"I screwed myself up pretty bad, huh?" A raspy voice says suddenly, causing me and Jack's heads to fall upon Boone who's started moving around a bit. He opens his eyes, the movement taking nearly all of the energy he has left in his body.
Jack crouches over him. "Hey."
"My leg hurts," Boone groans.
"Don't try to move it," Jack tells him, "Can you breathe okay?"
"It fell on me."
I rise from my seat at Boone's words. What fell on him? From what I recall, Locke said he fell off a cliff while hunting boar. "What fell on you, Boone," I ask softly, inching toward the boy in a stretcher so he'll be able to see me.
Boone switches his focus to me. "A plane. It was. . . It was a plane."
"Boone. . . Boone," Jack calms, "Locke said you fell from a cliff."
"No, it was. . ." Boone trails off, his voice almost too quiet for us to hear. "It fell. . . the plane. It's because of the hatch. We found the hatch. . ."
Jack notices Boone slowly beginning to drift off into unconsciousness once again. "Boone. Boone. Stay with me, man. Hey, stay with me," he hisses.
"Locke said. . . John. . . John said. . . not to tell. They build a hatch," Boone whispers as my heartbeat rises.
