Part 158: Trauma 2

Back at the beach, the workers of the raft were taking a break, or at least the majority of them. McKay had captured fish enough for all them, with a extra sampling of boar meat and fruit. The Australian munched on his fish, thinking about how much he missed the simple things; bread and cheese. He felt the fish would go good with Mozzarella sticks. McKay then shook it off, feeling that thinking of food only made it feel worse. Micheal then reached over and helped Walt flip his fish on a stick. “Walt, you got to flip it or it will burn, man,” the black man told his son.

Just then, Claire walked past the men, holding onto her rotund stomach. “Hey, Mamacita!” Sawyer smiled, “You want some fish?”

“No, thanks, I am not really hungry,” the blonde then turned toward the raft, “The . .uh . .raft . .when do you think it will be done?”

“A week, maybe less,” Micheal then grew concerned, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Claire smiled, walking away,” Alright, I'll see you guys later.”

After the woman exited the beach, and disappeared into the jungle, Sawyer looked over to McKay. “She likes me.” He grinned.

“Yeah, what woman doesn’t?” McKay chuckled sarcastically.

The constantly chopping of Jin behind them caught Micheal’s attention. The black man turned around and waved at him. “Jin!” he called, “Jin! Want some fish? Hey, take a break. Eat some fish.”

Jin looked at him and then looked at the fish. He quickly waved him off and continued his chopping of the bamboo. Sawyer shook his head. “The man's got what I call an overzealous work ethic.” He muttered.

“Try obsession. He wants off this island bad, man.” Micheal sighed.

“Can't say I blame poor Kato. His lady speaks English all this time and he didn't have a clue? I'm surprised he didn't try to swim out of here. Hell, I would've.”

“We sure that is what is driving him?” McKay asked.

“What else could it be?” asked the redneck.

Before they could continue their discussion, Kate burst from the jungle. She caught her footing in the slippery sand. “SAWER, I NEED YOUR ALCOHOL!” Kate screamed, “RIGHT NOW!”

Sawyer quickly took a bite of his fish and jumped up, throwing it to the side. He quickly ran toward his tent with Kate in tow. McKay then ate some fruit, then stood up and started walking toward them. He was wondering what was so wrong that Kate would need alcohol. The thought of it brought back memories of Tony and the bottle of Vodka he used to disinfect his eye.

By the time he caught up to them as the redneck’s tent, he was shoving all his bottles of alcohol and liquor into her backpack. “How did it happen?” Sawyer asked.

“Locke said that he fell off a cliff while they were out hunting boar.” Kate told him.

“Boar they never seem to get,” the redneck quickly mentioned.

“Is that it?” she demanded.

“Fraid so.”

“What’s going on?” McKay asked, “Is someone hurt?”

“You need anything else?” Sawyer asked her again, “I could come with you.”

“Too many cooks already but thanks,” the brunette immediately disappeared into the woods.

“Sawyer, what the hell is going on?” McKay demanded.

“Boone has been injured, “the redneck sighed, “Pretty bad from the sound of it.”

“Boone?” the Australian said, near in shock.

Sawyer walked slowly past him. He paused, and patted him gently on the back. “I’m sorry, man” he said, “Better go tell Juliet.”

The simple words from his redneck friend rung in his head. McKay felt sick; Mandy had finally found someone special, only to have him taken from her? Life was dealing her a massive curveball. The Australian then founds himself running down the length of the beach toward their encampment. He ran as hard as he could. He didn’t want to tell Mandy what was happening but he had no choice. She needed to know.

The Australian finally reached the encampment. Mandy and Taylor were laughing and giggling about something. McKay stumbled and fell into the sand next to them, starling them slightly. Taylor squeaked and waddled over to him. “Mandy,” McKay coughed.

“McKay, what is wrong?” Taylor asked him.

“Mandy, Boone is hurt,” the man told her.

“WHAT?” she gasped.

“I don’t know how bad but it sounds pretty bad. We got to head to the caves, now,” he said, standing up.

“McKay, what is going on?” Marita asked.

“We are heading to the caves, Boone is hurt pretty bad, “ he pointed, “I think Tony is with them.”

“Should I come with you?” she immediately asked.

“What’s going on?” Eddie asked, holding his toy.

The Latina quickly looked at the young boy. The responsibilities to help Tony were quickly outweighed to her responsibilities to Eddie. No one was around to look after him; except her. She quickly looked back to McKay. “Go on!” she pointed, “Tell Tony I will look after Eddie.”

“Will do!” McKay said, running after Taylor and Mandy.

“Is Tony okay?” Eddie asked softly.

Marita kneeled down. “Yes, Honey, he is fine. He is playing doctor again. Do you remember when we lost Brendon?”

“Uh, huh,” he shook his head.

“Now Tony has to do the same thing with Boone, that nice man who fell in love with Mandy.”

“Is Boone gonna make it?” the little boy asked.

Marita then embraced him. “I don’t know, honey,” she sighed, “I don’t know.”

-------------------------------------------,

Kate ran as hard as she could. She grunted as a sharp branch cut her on the left arm. Ignoring the pain, she continued to run. Then she ran so fast, she didn’t notice the rock in front of her. She tripped and landed on ground, crushing some of the bottles in the backpack. Kate cursed, got up and ran a few feet until she hear some moaning and straining of pain.

She turned a corner and saw Claire leaning on tree, holding her belly. “Claire?” Kate asked.

The blonde didn’t acknowledge her.

“What are you doing out here?” the brunette asked.

“Nothing, “ she said, looking away from her, “I am fine, just leave me alone.”

Claire then lurched, holding her stomach. She grunted from the onset of pain. Kate nearly dropped the backpack again.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, “You are having the baby!”