Part 285: The Shark Tank Part 2

Isabella pushed open the swinging double doors and clicked on the light in the infirmary. McKay held the door open for the others, feeling it was necessary for him to stay outside and leave Jack to his work. Seconds later Jack and Sawyer walked in, carrying Kate; placing her quickly on a nearby gurney. Jack then took off his back pack and immediately began to rummage though his gear that he brought with him. Shanna stayed next to Kate, gently stroking her hair. The fugitive writhed from the pain, tears slowly dripping out of her eyes. “It hurts.” She whispered.

“Hang on, Kate, “ Sawyer said, taking her hand, “Jack is here. He’ll fix you right up.”

Jack then stood up and felt of her shoulder. He gently touched it in certain places, making her wince from the pain. The doctor then started to fuddle through the nearby drawers and countertops of the medical room. He then found what need; a small plastic tube. “Sawyer, take off your belt.” Jack ordered.

“Huh?” he blinked.

“YOUR BELT! NOW!” he screamed.

Sawyer didn’t get a chance to argue; he quickly pulled out his belt from his pants and tossed it to Jack. The doctor then walked over to Kate and gently held the tubing toward her mouth. “Kate, I need you to bite down on this.” He asked.

“Why?” she grunted, the tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Your collar bone is broken. I got to reset it.”

Kate whimpered for a bit, then bit down the plastic tube. Jack then took Sawyer’s belt and wrapped it diagonally across her shoulder, bring it coupled at the neck. Shanna then held onto her hand. Sawyer just watched in awe of what Jack was about to do. “You ready?” he asked her.

She shook her head again, closing her eyes. Jack then placed his hand on her bone and then pulled the belt sharply, echoing a loud snap in the room. Kate screamed through her clenched teeth on the tube. She jerked her head slightly, then went limp. “KATE?” Sawyer rushed her, grabbing her arms to see if she was still alive.

“Sawyer, back off.” Jack told him, pushing him away and checking her pulse on her neck, “Good, she’s just past out.”

“What now, Jack?” Shanna asked.

“I got to wrap her arm against the shoulder. She will probably loose the use of her arm for a few days while it heals. Thank God, she is right handed.”

“Ain’t you gonna cut on her or something?” Sawyer asked, pointing at the shoulder.

“No need. I reset the bone and even though I am gonna bandage her arm, the bruising that is going to swell around her collar bone will hold it in place regardless. I’ll also give her some morphine to help her sleep through the pain.”

Sawyer slowly put his belt back on, as the doctor proceeded to pull out all the bandages he had in his backpack. The southern man then slowly turned to look at Isabella, who was holding her boy. The little Sebastian was resting his head on his mother’s shoulder. The brunette could feel the redneck’s eyes on her. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“Yeah, sure,” he scoffed.

“It was a misunderstanding.” She replied.

“A misunderstanding? A misunderstanding is when you bring us sweet tea instead of Lemonade.”

“Sawyer, leave her alone.” Jack said, looking up briefly from wrapping Kate’s shoulder.

Sawyer gave the doctor a brief, angry look and then turned away. His eyes by instinct fell back on Isabella and the little boy but it was the boy that got his attention. The southern man stared in awe, as Sebastian’s skin turned a light gray and his breathing became shallow. Isabella gently stroked her son’s hair, kissing her child on the forehead. “Hang on, baby,” she whispered, “Daddy’s coming.”

“Jack?” Sawyer said.

“What?” he leaned up.

“The boy.”

Jack paused and looked at the child, noticing his skin discoloration and labored breathing. He blinked for a second, wondering if the child had some sort of catagion, cause he had never seen any signs of any illness resembling those symptoms. “What’s wrong with him?” he asked.

“He needs his medicine.” Isabella answered back.

“Where does that medicine come from?”

“From Argos,” she said, hugging her child, “I don’t know you, people but I can’t believe you’d keep the medicine from my boy.”

“We ain’t got your medicine, lady.” The southern man retorted.

“The sensor went off two minutes ago. Where is Des-“

The swinging doors then came open. Marita walked in, looking at everybody. Kate was past out on the gurney, Jack was bandaging her arm, and Shanna plus Sawyer were looking at her. The Latina then found the young boy in his mother’s arms, trying his best to breathe. Sebastian then looked at the stewardess and held out his left hand. She was slightly amazed by his response; how could he have known she was bringing him the medicine? She walked over and gently placed it in his hand. Isabella then helped him to remove the top and he quickly drank the gray liquid. He coughed for a second and then his skin color returned to normal. Isabella kissed him again and then gently placed him down. “Thank you.” She told Marita.

“Welcome,” was all she managed to say.

“Where is Desmond?” she asked.

Then Desmond and Sayid walked into the room. McKay shortly followed as he was hanging around outside. Shortly Tony and Locke came into the room together. Desmond walked over Sebastian and kneeled down, making sure he was okay. The boy hugged his father with a bright smile. After that, he parted from his parents and walked over to the visitors. Isabella tried to stop him but he was took quick. Sawyer was raising an eyebrow over a child he had seen not minutes ago struggling to breathe but then hopping and skipping just like any other kid his age. Sebastian walked up to Marita and hugged her legs. The stewardess didn’t know what to think. “Sebastian, please come here.” Desmond ordered.

The boy then walked over and rejoined his parents. He reached up and gently took their hands, standing with them. Isabella and Desmond looked eye to eye, each thinking the same thing of their son’s behavior. Tony reached up, placing her hand on Marita’s shoulder. “She delivered the medicine to your son, like I said she would.” The blind doctor whispered.

“Yeah and all the time, the Liberation was here, Sebastian never hugged a single one of them. Yet, here you people are, and he can’t keep his hands off of you. He’s . . .a good judge of character.”

“Then perhaps . . .for the moment, we have trust?” the blind doctor.

“Aye, brother. For the moment.” Desmond agreed.

“Jack, how is Kate?”

“She’s going to be fine. I reset the bone and am bandaging her now.” Jack told him.

“Now that the sister is safe, what do you guys want?”

“Just some answers.” Tony replied.

“Likewise, brother.” Desmond retorted.

“Then maybe we could have a little quid pro quo. You familiar with the term?”

“Yeah, brother. I am a former doctor, I know the term.” Desmond then slid up on the counter to sit, “So, feel free to begin first.”

“How did you get here?” Tony asked.

“It was 3 years ago. I was on a solo race around the world, and my boat crashed into the reef, and then Kelvin came.”

“Kelvin?” asked Sawyer.

“Yeah, he comes running out of the complex, saying I have to help him. He was saying that he was alone and they were bugging him. So I stayed and helped him with the Argos. Little did I know, Isabella was in the lower level the whole time.”

“This Kelvin guy . . .had you prisoner?” asked Shanna.

Before Isabella could speak, Desmond silenced her. The look he gave the redhead was that it was his time to ask to question. “Where the hell did you people come from?” he asked.

“Plane crash. Just over 50 of us survived.” Tony said, “ We were separated, us in the tail section and then the rest in the middle of the plane. We’ve been here for just over 56 days.”

“56 days?” Isabella gasped.

“What happened to this Kelvin guy, Desmond? You kill him?”

“Didn’t have too. That psycho Belmont did it. The moment Kelvin found me, he said, that he could go cause me and Isabella could man the Shark Tank. He was going to take my boat, repair it and then leave. Belmont shot him in the back. He told me to free Isabella and keep the station running.”

“Belmont.” Tony whispered. Marita gently squeezed his hand.

“How the hell do you know Belmont and the Liberation?” Desmond asked.

“They prevented us from escaping off this Island and finding out too many secrets. They paid for it with their lives. They kidnapped us, they killed us and we fought back. Belmont tried to kill me and my lady here. I . . .took care of him.”

“Bloody hell,” Desmond whispered,” Well . .I know didn’t get off to a good start but if you took out that bastard, then you are okay in my book.”

“You spoke them?” the blind doctor whispered, “They . .would be freedom, if you didn’t give Argos that code. Who is they?”

Desmond sighed, crossing his arms. “Below the Shark Tank is the actual holding pen for the sharks,” he coughed, “They are big and mean, and near as I can tell they are smart.”

“There is no such thing as a smart shark.” McKay pointed out.

“That’s exactly what I said as well, brother but I’ve been studying the bastards for over three years. They shows signs of intelligence and the Dharma Corporation even marked them with tattoos.”

“Oh, this is bull-pucky!” Sawyer grunted, “How the hell can we take this man’s word for it?”

“You don’t believe me, sunshine, you can watch the film.”

“Film?” Tony raised his eyebrow, “What film?”