Charlie sat by the fire, feeling the warmth of the flames. It was getting cold and he extended his hands to warm up when he saw his left hand, which he had always placed adhesive tape and written his thoughts on. However, only one letter was left, the E on his index finger when it all came back to him. It had been two days since Charlie had experience the worst situation he had ever placed himself in. Charlie closed his eyes as he tried to remember the events but all he remembered was screaming.
"HELP ME!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!" he recalled the screaming. It was Claire's voice. Charlie and Claire were walking back to the caves. Claire had been having terrible nightmares that someone was trying to harm her unborn baby. Jack, the doctor, had felt that the dreams were hallucinations that expectant mom usually have but Claire knew differently. So did Charlie. The two Brits had bonded since their place crashed on a beautiful but remote island on the Pacific. Charlie had convinced Claire to move to the safe caves, he even wrestled up some imaginary peanut butter, a craving of Claire's, so she can go to the caves. After Claire began having the nightmares, Charlie promised her that he would watch over her; he even said he would stay awake all night while she slept. When Claire had another nightmare and an argument with Jack, who suggested that she take some sedatives, she bolted for the beach and Charlie ran after her. Charlie tried to convince her to come back but in the midst of refusing and convincing Charlie of her sanity, Claire began to experience labor pains as as result of the stress. Charlie ran to get Jack but ran into another guy, Ethan, and told him to get Jack. Ethan, who seemed nice, said he would get Jack. Charlie ran back and held Claire's hand as she braced herself for more labor pains. Charlie stayed by her side until the pains went away. Claire's labor was false and Charlie flashed his handsome smile and said in his soft British accent, "Breathing Emergency Averted, I told you I'd take care of you." Claire thanked him, flashing her own soft smile. The two looked at each other with gratitude and maybe even a hint of love. Then, the two walked back to the caves. Claire felt the baby kick and encouraged Charlie to feel the baby. Charlie could remember feeling the baby move, it was so amazing to feel another body move inside another. However, their joy was turned to fear when they saw Ethan, standing there, looking creepy. The next thing Charlie knew, he heard Claire screaming, "HELP ME!!" Charlie, who was on the ground, was about to get up and follow the noise when someone hit him over the head. Then, everything went dark. Charlie didn't know what happened. Jack and Kate had found Charlie hanging on a tree, blindfolded, no breath, no heartbeat. Tearfully, Kate told Charlie how Jack frantically administered CPR to Charlie. After minutes of no response, Jack made a last, desperate attempt by hitting Charlie's chest, in a viligent effort to start Charlie's heart. Miraculously, Charlie came back to life. His heart may have been beating again but his memory wasn't working. No matter how hard he tried, Charlie couldn't remember what happened to Claire and it was killing him inside. He had never felt so much guilt or sadness. And those feelings were beginning to creep their way into his heart and his eyes. Soon, the tears that he had held inside were beginning to fall down his cheeks. He didn't even bother to brush them away, he just let them come down his cheeks, into his beard, and fall on his hands where he saw the E and felt all that sadness come to him. Then, he felt a surge of pain come from his stomach. Then, the surge became unbearable and he screamed. "Auggh!! Help me, please!!" More tears came down as Charlie doubled over in pain. In his desperation, he called, "God, help me! Please God!"
Soon, Kate and Jack ran over and saw Charlie in pain. Kate held Charlie in her arms as Jack lifted up Charlie's black shirt.
"Aww, man," said Jack, as he examined Charlie's stomach.
"What's wrong?" asked Charlie, through his tears. "What's the matter with me?"
Jack looked with guilt. "You have bruises on your ribs from when I gave you CPR. It seems that some of ribs are broken." He lightly pressed his fingers on Charlie's stomach.
"OWW!" yelled Charlie as he winced and clutched his stomach. "Mate, what the bloody hell?" he demanded.
"Sorry, I'm sorry, pal," Jack said, rubbing his leg.
Kate took a cold compress, made from Jack's old T-shirt, and dabbed Charlie's face.