A-Jinxed-Kid
Claire looked at Jack as tears brimmed her eyes. "He won't move," she said softly stroking Charlie's hair softly. Suddenly a wave of fear swept over her. "What if he dosn't wake up, who's going to hang out with you, who's gonna hold your hand when the baby comes?" she thought to herself only making her cry more.
"It's okay Claire . . ." jack trailed off, feeling Charlie's pulse. "He's alive . . .but barely. His ribs have gotten broken again. There might be some enternal bleeding." Jack tore off a piece of his shirt and tied it around his own foot to stop the bleeding, then turned back to Charlie. "We need to get him in the cave where I can work."
Charlie walked down the allyway and onto the street of a city. There was no cars. No people. Just him, the wind, andthe city. He frowned once, thinking that he heard Claire's crying, but when he looked around, she was nowhere to be found.
"Ethan! Why are you doing this to me? Go ahead and kill me if you want to, I'm sure I'm already dying!" Charlie shouted.
"WHat do you mean?" Ethan's voice asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
"One of your traps got me. I was pinned against a tree. It got me pretty good. I probably won't make it through the night."
"That wasn't my trap."
"Don't play games with me." Charlie snapped.
Ethan appeared. "It wasn't my trap. It wasn't Locke's either . . .it was one of theirs."
Charlie frowned. "What are you talking about?"