Ok, here's Chapter 2 for those who wanted it... sorry, it's been ages!
"Kate?" Jack shouted as he passed her tent quickly. Kate looked up to see Jack in front of her. Charlie was lying limp and unconscious in his arms.
"What happened?" she stood up quickly.
"Never mind?" cried Jack, "I need your help?" Kate nodded in sudden agreement. She knew Jack was deadly serious. "I can't make it all the way to the hatch with him like this, I need you to fetch bandages and dressing and a needle and thread"
"Ok" Kate turned her back on Jack and entered the jungle heading towards the hatch.
Jack placed Charlie slowly down onto the soft sand. His skin was sickly pale, what has the boy done to himself Jack thought. The doctor looked around to find that many people where staring at him and whispering among themselves.
"What do you want?" Jack shouted angrily. People suddenly looked away and disappeared back into tents and carried on with what they were doing. Jack looked back at Charlie. His eyes twitched and he seemed to be regaining consciousness. "Charlie?" Jack bent over him, watching him closely. "Charlie talk to me" Charlie's eyes shot open, Jack could see the confused angry look in them. He lifted his arm to push Jack away but placed it down when he realised he could hardly feel them.
"Charlie?" Jack tried to gain his attention but seemed to fail, Charlie seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. Jack sat back for a second, he couldn't do anything until Kate got back. He watched Charlie closely and intently. Minutes passed by and Jack was becoming impatient, were the hell was Kate?
Suddenly Kate burst through the brushes almost tripping over Jack and Charlie. She was breathing heavily from running, she handed Jack a small bag.
"Thanks" Jack smiled quickly and emptied the contents of the bag out on the sand and sorted it. "Water?" he asked quickly. Kate suddenly handed him a large bottle filled to the brim. "Thanks" he said again setting to work on Charlie. Jack unwrapped one of the makeshift bandages, it was already soaked in blood. He grabbed the water and a towel and cleaned the wound, he was anxious about the loss of blood as the wound kept bleeding. The doctor grabbed his needle and thread and quickly set to stitching it. "Anything I can do?" Kate could hardly watch as Jack continued to stitch. "Yes" Jack said, not looking up from work. "Go to Charlie's tent, take the knife which is in there back to Locke, then try and make a bed so I can take him back there in a while"
Kate acknowledged and set to her errand. Jack shook his head again, he couldn't believe he had missed all this. He couldn't believe he hadn't read the signs with Charlie earlier. He stitched and dressed both of his wrists and sat back, almost tired from the procedure. Jack didn't like the colour of Charlie's skin. It was pale and death like, his fingertips seemed tinged blue, he made no movement and sound. For a second Jack thought the worst but Charlie took a deep breath and twitched.
"Why?" Jack looked at his patient's unconscious form, "why Charlie, of all the things"
"You don't know me" Charlie's voice came as a small whisper. Jack stared at his face, his eyes were still tightly closed.
"What?" cried Jack leaning next to him.
"I said you don't know me Jack" Charlie tried to speak louder but his voice just seemed to break through the sentence. "You don't understand me"
Jack's brown furrowed in thought, there was something about the boy that was different. He had known about the virgin Mary statues, but Charlie wasn't high, there was something about him that made him fearful of his safety, though he couldn't place his finger on it. The bright eyed, happy Charlie he had known seemed to have disappeared, this Charlie was different; depressed, frustrated maybe. Jack couldn't make it out.
Jack sat for many minutes waiting for Kate's return. Many people passed and stared, whispering among themselves. This angered Jack terribly, he had heard that Charlie was not the top of everyone's list but he didn't realise it was this bad. The fact that the rock star had moved his tent several yards up the beach away from the rest of the camp worried him, and the fact that no one seemed to care worried him more. "Jack" Kate came up from down the beach, she stopped next to him. The doctor looked up. "I'll take the knife back later" she patted the blade which was wedged under her belt. "Charlie's tent is a mess and the bed is soaked in blood, put him in my tent"
"Ok" Jack said solemnly, he picked Charlie up slowly and took him into the tent nearby and placed him on the soft blankets. Charlie opened his eyes slowly but remained silent while Jack covered him in blankets.
"Do you want a drink?" Jack asked gently, seeing Charlie's eyes were open and he was awake.
"Charlie?" Jack asked again when he got no response. Charlie just stared ahead, not even at Jack, just into nothing. The doctor moved into his eye line to get attention and Charlie moved his head to the side and stared at the sand. Jack sighed and got up, following Kate slowly out of the tent.
"Is he alright" Kate sounded concerned. Jack glanced back at the tent and then to Kate.
"No, I don't think he's alright" Jack shook his head, "What exactly has been going on recently?" He pried.
"Charlie's been having somedreams" Kate said, Jack's face fell in an instant, "he kidnapped Aaron and Locke punched him for worrying Claire. Jack he's been sleep walking"
Jack looked back to the tent in deep thought. He was not wrong, there was something about the boy, and Jack was deeply worried. He looked back at Kate.
"We need to keep an eye on him" he said seriously, "I don't want to let him out of my sight"