Sorry its been so long for those guys who are waiting but here you go, Chapter 10 coming up.
Don't really like this chappy but it just a link to the next so I don't care. I hope you guys think its ok. R&R?
"Oh no" Claire's voice wavered and she shook as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She crawled to Charlie's still form, lying face down in the mud. Claire pushed him over slowly revealing a large spreading red patch on his t-shirt.
"I'm so sorry" She cried helplessly and stared at his white face. Claire could make out shallow breathes passing his lips but he made no movement or response. His face was smudged with dirt, blood and covered with bruises. She fell back sitting in the muddy ground with uncontrollable sobs. It was no use, they were stuck out here, alone, in a brewing storm. Claire remained silent for several minutes, listening to the thunder roll around the jungle and the rain pour. Her baby was gone, Charlie was shot, that's all she could think about right now.
Sudden Charlie twitched and coughed weakly. Claire was leaning over him in a second.
"Charlie speak to me" She placed her hand on his forehead, surprised at the low temperature of his body. "Speak to me"
Charlie's eyes scrunched up in pain and he breathed heavily. He tried to move but Claire stopped him.
"Bloody hell" he whispered.
"Charlie?" Claire was desperate for him to open his eyes but he did not respond. He seemed to slip in and out of consciousness. Claire looked to his t-shirt to find that it was becoming more red. She lifted it carefully up to reveal the ugly wound, it was seeping blood quickly, she had to find a way to stop it. She grabbed a piece of her trouser and tore it off. She pressed his onto the wound. Charlie screeched out in pain and regained consciousness for a few seconds only to slip back into his oblivious state. Claire fell back and sobbed, it was no use there was no way they were going to get back.
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"Jack!" Kate had returned with the alcohol with Sawyer in toe. "Here" she cried handing the doctor several bottles of assorted spirits. "That's all we have"
Jack shook his head. "This is barely enough" He placed the bottles on his cupboard and returned to Michael.
"I want to take the bullet out" Jack asked. "I need to otherwise it will become infected"
Michael nodded slowly. There was nothing he could do and besides he would rather be back on his feet and looking for Walt. Jack grabbed a small bottle of spirit and poured a little on his hands and then a little on the wound. Michael gritted his teeth; this was not going to be pleasant.
Jack reached slowly for the bullet which was wedged within Michael's leg. Michael remained silently gritting his teeth. Jack poked around carefully for a few minutes. This was agony for both patient and doctor. Jack slowly dislodged the bullet and it fell onto the blanket.
"Towel?" Jack held his bloody hand out for a towel. "Douse it in spirit first though" Kate reached for a nearby clean towel and poured a little alcohol onto it. She handed it quickly to Jack. He placed the towel onto the wound and looked up at Michael who now seemed to be unconscious. "Can I have some bandages and dressings. There in the bottom shelf" Jack pointed to the cupboard. Kate went to the bottom shelve and emptied the contents onto the blankets beside Jack.
"Is that it?" Jack looked up desperately. Kate nodded. Jack shook his head,"There is barely enough!" he took out a bandage and began to dress Michael's wound carefully. They were desperately running out of supplies, Jack had forgotten that the other dressings had been left back at Ethan's hide out.
Just as Jack finished the others began to filter into the caves. Firstly Sayid entered carrying a limp and lifeless Boone, he was closely followed by Shannon. Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes red and puffy. Sayid laid Boone down in a empty cave area nearby and left Shannon with Boone. Several other survivors came through and asked worriedly after Michael.
"He will be fine" Jack reassured them. "He just needs rest and antibiotics" Jack picked up the bullet and looked closely at it for a second.
"Is there anything I can do doctor" Rose asked in her gentle voice.
"Just keep an eye on him" Jack smiled, "Come and find me if he wakes" The doctor stood up and went to the main cave area.
"How is he?" Sayid asked.
"He'll be fine" Jack cried, "where's Locke?" Jack glanced around in search for the bald man but he seemed nowhere in sight.
"He's out in the jungle" Sayid answered, "he thought he had found the trail of Ethan and Walt, we told him to wait till the morning but he went anyway." Sayid looked to the darkening sky, night was drawing near and the forest would soon be in pitch black. "Lets hope he can find his way back" he added.
"We should get a search party together in the morning" Jack said. "I need to find Charlie and Claire"
"Your staying here" Sayid glanced at Jacks pale, drawn face, "You should get some sleep, we may need you again" "Lets hope not?" Jack commented, "I don't think I could handle another casualty, and we're running out of supplies" He turned and looked back at the infirmary, if anyone else was to fall ill, he didn't know how far his supplies would stretch. But that was the last of his thoughts right now, Kate approached him.
"Get some sleep Jack" She pleaded.
"I'm fine" Jack swayed as he walked forward and Kate's face turned to concern, she steadied him.
"Please?" she cried. Jack nodded slowly and Kate lead him to his sleeping area. She placed the covers out and let Jack lay on them. As soon as he had closed his eyes he was sound asleep. Kate smiled and left him to dream, he had had one hell of a day.
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Claire looked quickly up into the now pitch black jungle, trying to focus her eyes from the unfallen tears.
"Who's there?" she reached forward and grabbed the small silver pistol that Charlie had used, she pointed it into the darkness. "hello" she cried crawling close to Charlie's form, he had not regained consciousness since she had placed the piece of trouser on his wound.
Suddenly a twig snapped.
"Claire?" a voice came from the bushes in front of her. "Is that you?" Claire remained silent for a few seconds. "What do you want" she shouted to the stranger.
A dark figure suddenly appeared in front of her, but is was no stranger.