C'mon Baby Light my Fire
Kate is burning up. Not even burning up; she's passed burning up and now she's melting into a giant, pregnant puddle of goo. And it's partly, probably even largely, hormonal. Eight months of Sam Crew sitting in her belly, nerves, insane bursts of estrogen and the heat wave have combined in disaster. Or a raging headache and a sweat problem, at least. Within the next month she's supposedly going to give birth and become a mom and she can't really get ready because she's not even in her own home. And Jack's beyond great but he can't actually just take the weight for her and it seems as if her body has had just about enough.
That morning she had woken up, heart racing as sweat ran down her back. She had briefly wondered if Jack had tried to go run in the heat and then dragged herself into a cold shower, stepping carefully back out into the steamier air. Even with the air conditioning, the entire island seems to be listlessly meandering through the compound, crowding the already tight space.
She soaks a few rags in the coldest water she can find and makes her way to the rec room, settling on her back on a cool patch of floor. One rag she lays on her chest the other her forehead. A few strange looks are shot her way but honestly, she couldn't care less. She is a massively pregnant woman having a heat stroke and this is far from the strangest thing she's done.
The fact that she may not be able to get herself up from this position, is entirely another problem.
[ooc: Open to any and all. Feel free to greet the sweaty, pregnant lady on the floor]