In the back of her mind, Kate's grateful for the driftwood because it does hurt and she does yell. Jack is trying to be as careful as he can not to jostle her but they're hurrying and it's awful. She throws the wood to the ground, burying her face in Jack's chest. "Where's Geoffrey?" she mutters, trying to control her harsh breaths.
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Date: 2007-03-10 05:28 am (UTC)