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Jack sat by Charlie's bedside. He was still out of it but his hand was in a bandage with 14 stitches. Jack was surprised when he looked up to see Charlie's blue gray eyes staring right back at him.

"Charlie man what happened," Jack asked?

Charlie turned to look out the window. The day was sunny and bright. Rays of sunshine were spread on his white sheet covering the lower half of his body.

"Charlie," Jack questioned?

Charlie sighed and lowered his head.

"I'm just stressed," Charlie said finally.

"About what," Jack asked cautiously?

"About none of your business," Charlie glared.

"Charlie what's happening to you man. Me and you were the best of friends, what happened," Jack said exasperated?

Charlie leaned back and took a breath. He stared out the window again not wanting to make direct eye contact with Jack. The incubus over what had happened to Claire still haunted Charlie. The compunction inside him was becoming to great.

"My life is falling to pieces Jack," Charlie bawled.

"Come on Charlie you need to get yourself together man," Jack sighed.

Charlie whipped his head around so that he was face to face with the doctor.

"What if it were Kate? Then who would be the one grieving," Charlie growled?

Jack tried to take in what Charlie had said to him. What if it had been Kate? What would he have done? He cogitated it for a several minutes and then looked back to Charlie who had took his eyes off of him.

"I guess your right" Jack said, barely audible. Charlie's expression softened.

"I'm sorry if I upset you Jack," Charlie whispered.

"You didn't. I shouldn't judge you without walking a mile in your shoes."

For once, Charlie smiled at Jack. Jack sighed with relief inside to finally see his friend smile again. It brought a grin to Jack's face too.

"Where's Jacob," Charlie asked breaking the silence.

"He's with Rose. He's doing just fine," Jack replied.

"Thomas wants him ' Charlie muttered.

"What."

"Thomas, the asshole who left Claire when she was pregnant with Jacob wants Jacob. He say's it's his son not my son. That's why I came in looking like shit. Me and him got in a bit of a fight. Well, fist's and everything. He said he was going to seem e in court over who gets possession," Charlie explained looking at the ceiling.

Jack listened intently as Charlie got everything off his chest.

"I'm sure everything will come out fine. I mean they aren't going to take him away from you, you have raised him from an infant. And besides, Thomas walked out, wanted nothing to do with Jacob," Jack said.

"I hope so," Charlie sighed.

Jack patted Charlie's shoulder. "You rest up. I'm going to see when they are going to release you from this hell hole," Jack smiled.

"You work here," Charlie laughed.

"Ehhh...not the best hospital I've worked at," he said making his way out the door.

Charlie slouched down in the bed. He hoped everything Jack had said was right. His life had become a life of shattered pieces.

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