I'm not a hardship. I'm awesome.

Kate had woken up with the knowledge that this was the day she'd reveal who the father of her unborn child was, and that she’d confront him about it.

Sure, she had no recollection of ever doing a pregnancy test, or even having sex with the guy, but she didn’t question any of this; she just knew. She was pregnant, he was the father, end of story.

She was going off-island later, to meet her dealer to get drugs for the multiple personality disorder she was desperately trying to hide, and maybe to do some Christmas shopping. But right now she sat down at her desk to write an important letter.

Dear Jason, she began,
I'm pregnant. It's yours.

She thought about it for a moment, then added, Yes, I'm sure.

( Then she hesitated to confess something, and eventually went into a coma. )


[ooc: Yeah, Kate's in a coma all weekend. Due to weird non-realistic soap logic, she'll stay in her room during this time.

Door and post open (as mentioned in the brainstorming post) for your comatose bedside confessionals and drama and whatever but no coma sex omg. I'm not around to interact, but I'm pretty reachable through email. There'll be another post tomorrow, and it won’t be this tl;dr.]