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"Alright, this is probably where he should stop."

Ralph leaned against a nearby tree as Piggy gently took his grip off of the boy, and the once evening sky had started to become darker and darker in appearance. The fat boy knew that they must have been venturing the jungle for at least a good solid half hour, and Simon approached Ralph sympathetically while patting his hand on the redhead's back lightly, as though to soothe. Ralph looked back and smiled while Piggy sighed and put his hand on his face as if to think. The loud growl coming from Ralph's stomach caused the attention from Simon and Piggy to be completely onto getting food for their chief, and Simon smiled happily.

"I will get the food for you!" The little boy volunteered, and Ralph smiled as Simon bounded from the clearing where they stopped to find nearby fruit and nuts for Ralph to munch on. Piggy slid down a tree and sat down with exhaustion.

"Being the clutch for you was harder than it seemed." Ralph glanced back with a glare.

"Well, it wasn't as if I asked for your help, anyways."

Piggy could only look back and laugh, his glasses being crooked and his hair in a sweaty mess.

"Please, Ralph. Because of your leg injury, I really doubt you would be able to get far on your own."

The redhead knew that his friend was right, but the leg injury he was referring to only seemed to throb even more once he brought it up. He gritted his teeth as the pain was reminded, and Piggy apologized quietly for even bringing it up. The silence hung over them like a wet cloth, and the redhead awkwardly met the fat boy's gaze in not knowing what to do.

"Do you suppose we should check on Jack first thing in the morning?" The fat boy glanced around for a bit, thinking while straightening out his glasses again, before nodding in approval.

"Knowing Jack and his shenanigans, I am honestly not surprised he hurt himself in the hunting experience. That's Jack for you. You know, maybe if he didn't put himself in these types of situations, this...," Piggy paused, pointing out the 'injury' on Ralph's leg, "...wouldn't, er, happen."

"You know Piggy, Jack isn't really that bad of a person, deep down. I mean, he does do stupid things, but I really doubt he would do these things purposely." The blonde watched as the fat boy only scoffed in his direction.

"Ralph, are you completely batty? Think of the things he has done before the switch even took place! He wanted to steal your place as chief!"

The boy knew that arguing wasn't going to get them anywhere, and he silently stood there, leaned onto the tree, simply staring at his own barefeet.

Ralph sighed before running his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath while staring upwards at the sky, which was starting to get seriously dark. A full moon illuminated the sky around them, and Ralph turned his eyes towards the boy who was now fiddling with his glasses absentmindedly.

"Piggy, do you know how long the full moon stays within the sky?" The fat boy glanced upwards at his friend after putting his glasses back and gave him a curious look.

"Around five days or so...why?"

Simon came back with a lot of food in his hands, and the two boys completely forgot the conversation to enjoy the food.

"Let's eat!"

The sun was incredibly blinding though the tops of the trees, and the hunters watched as their leader still remained blacked out, not moving a single inch. Roger constantly poured water on him to try to wake him up, but nothing really seemed to work, but they knew that he wasn't dead, since they could still feel a pulse. Percival wobbled to where Jack laid and placed a flower by his bedside, and Robert glanced at him in the most baffled way before leaning towards Maurice and whispering in his ear.

"He does know that Jack isn't dead right?" Maurice shrugged before the two boys started to get into a fit of laughter, which ended as soon as Roger sent them a death glare.

The hunters watched as every now and then, Jack would make a twitching movement, but then remain motionless for a while. The wound on his leg, which was apparently created by the boar, looked really bad, so they spent a good time the night before to wrap the leg within Roger's choir robe to keep the blood from coming out too quickly. They could only hope that it wasn't too late, however.

Ralph, Piggy, and Simon noticed the hunters due to their small little bonfire and walked over to where they were, and the hunters watched as the redheaded boy neared them.

"Um...hello, I am not Jack, I am..."

"We know." Roger hissed, not keeping his eyes off of his leader, and Ralph followed his gaze to the unconscious boy. Ralph, a concerned look coming into his eyes, sat by Maurice and Robert and noticed the robe wrapped around the boy's right leg. So, Simon was right all along.

"What happened to him?" Ralph questioned, and Maurice sighed before looking at the other boy in the eyes.

"We were hunting and a boar, we're guessing, dug its tusk into Jack's leg.

"We tried to get him to wake up, but he certainly doesn't look like he will anytime soon," Robert continued, poking the hunter's arm with his spear and receiving a smack from an angered sadist. Roger glanced back at the three other boys and sighed, apparently not in the best of moods.

"So? What do you guys want, anyways? This isn't your part of the island."

Ralph and Piggy glared back, before Simon piped up. "We wanted to check on our friend."

"Well, you don't need to. We have everything taken care of." Roger replied, and Piggy was getting impatient.

"Well, Roger, there is something really fishy going on with the injuries, so it would be best to make sure that Jack was doing well." Ralph never thought that Piggy would actually stand up to Roger in such a way, and Roger seemed shocked, too, before smirking and leaning back slightly.

"...injuries? As in, more than one?" Piggy nodded, and Simon willingly moved to sit next to his friend, who seemed awfully close to getting his face punched in. Ralph pointed to his leg at Roger, showing him what they meant by more than one, and Maurice stared with a confused expression glimpsing on his face.

"I don't see anything wrong with it, just a leg."

"My right leg...that's the same leg Jack was struck by right? Well, because we switched bodies, our injuries and wounds are somehow...er, as I should say, intertwined..." Ralph watched as Piggy stood and started to shake his head, such as a mad person would.

"This is some messed up, batty nonsense, this is. First with the switching of the bodies, then this paranormal injury interconnection and whatever...I just really need to lie down."

"Wait...wait, you're saying...," Roger started, "...that if Jack got hurt in a hunt or whatever, that you feel the exact same thing?"

"Yes." Ralph uncomfortably glanced at the other hunters, who exchanged baffled looks. The head hunter stood, his darkened eyes strangely fascinated at this piece of information, before glancing towards Maurice and picking up his spear.

"Maurice, come with me to get the water and find some food for the chief." Roger instructed, and Maurice nodded as the two boys ventured into the forest.

The rest of the hunters, knowing that Roger was gone and with the sense of authority absent, smiled to each other as they left the scene and scatted throughout the jungle to play. Piggy sighed, his brown eyes looking upon the blonde, who seemed to have the appearance of death. Rare sympathy crept within the fat boy at knowing that Jack actually could be dead, or pretty close to it, and he noticed the redhead sitting next the lying boy with a frown on his face. The boy who was usually happy was now upset, all because Jack simply hurt himself.

"Do you think he is going to wake up?" Ralph whispered, pushing some of the blonde hair he was familiar with out of Jack's face, and Simon sat besides his friend with a hopeful smile.

"I am sure he will be fine, Ralph."

The redhead looked down at Simon and smiled back at him, trying to fight off the negative feelings coursing within him. True, he and Jack were not really friends or anything, but Ralph also knew that he wouldn't want even the slightest bit of harm to come to him, considering that he still human, after all. The chief knew that he wouldn't want anything harmful to happen to anyone, even the people that seemed to deserve some kind of pain, and Jack was no exception in his eyes. The other boy held this bond that the redhead couldn't exactly comprehend, a bond with his hunters and a bond with all the littluns'. He also held a bond to Ralph, and while Ralph wasn't exactly sure what kind of bond it was, it would be simply horrible to let that bond go to waste.

Ralph sighed before relaxing against a nearby tree and not taking his eyes off of his former self. Jack didn't look like he would wake up, but the slightest bit of hope came to the boys that were there once Jack's blue eyes slowly started to peak open. He blinked the eyes repeatedly, trying to get used to the sunlight that was hurting his sense of vision, and he weakly glanced around everywhere.

"He's awake!" Ralph exclaimed, and Piggy smiled as the other boy started to wake up. Simon crawled over to Jack's bedside and almost gasped as Jack started to move slowly, raising his head slightly and looking around his surroundings.

"Where...where am I?" The blonde whispered, his voice being hoarse due to the inactivity of speaking. Ralph smiled from ear to ear knowing that Jack was awake, and he laughed.

"You're in the jungle. Maurice told us you got hit pretty hard from a boar, in your leg?" Ralph watched as the memory flashed within Jack's eyes, and the blonde groaned at remembering everything.

"Dammit, he did. It dug pretty deep in there, too."

"Must have, considering that you're not the only one injured," Piggy responded, playing around with his glasses while Jack passed a confused look.

"...what's the fat boy talking about?"

Ralph sighed, pulling out his leg and trying not to show the pain that was coursing through him. He bit his lower lip to stop the groan before Piggy glanced back up and noticed the expression, showing slight sympathy towards his friend. He only wished that this nightmare would be over soon. Piggy sighed and shook his head lightly.

"The thing is, Jack, there is somewhat of a connection between the injuries you two face. Some sort of magical force, if you will, and while we do not...comprehend this..."

"Dammit, just get to the point, Piggy!" The fat boy hissed underneath his breath as Ralph looked down towards his leg, trying to avoid the blonde's gaze.

"Piggy was saying that whenever you get hurt, apparently, so do I. That is how our wounds and our injuries are connected." Jack's face after the redhead said that could have been painted into millions of different words, yet the only one that really seemed to be recognizable from the others was confusion. He didn't really seem convinced.

The fat boy simply rolled his eyes, knowing that this was the exact expression he figured Jack would express. There really wasn't any point in trying to get the message across to him, he knew, but Ralph still tried anyway.

The three boys watched as though Jack could, at any moment, bust into a hysterical fit of laughter, but the pain that crossed onto his face proved that he couldn't even if he tried. Ralph sighed in relief as Roger came back in with Maurice, water in their hands, and noticed that their leader had awakened. Maurice smiled and nearly dropped the water he was carrying with happiness as he ran to where Jack was, and he pinched the skin off of Jack's arm only to receive a glare and a pair of blue eyes piercing themselves into his own.

"Ouch, and you did that because...?"

"Just to make sure you were really awake, silly!" The grin that reflected from Maurice's face made the boy really want to throw up just as much as Roger probably wanted to, and Ralph took the water from Maurice's hands and offered it to the blonde to drink. Jack appreciatively took a sip before glancing at the wound on his leg and immediately grimacing from the appearance of it. It looked absolutely terrible, the boy knew, and Roger sat beside him.

"You need to relax," Ralph began. "Also, you probably shouldn't hunt for a while, for the sake of us both."

"You shouldn't hunt in the first place, but then again, you always do things against what is right, so..." The fat boy muttered, standing up and glancing towards his friend Simon as he too stood up.

The two boys said they were going to go back to the fire to light it again, and Ralph nodded as his two friends left the scene. This left Ralph, Jack, Roger and Maurice to be all alone within the morning lights of the forest, and Jack sighed. Ever since the switch happened, things have begun changing drastically for the worst, and while it was refreshing to have adventure within the island, Jack did admit he really wanted it to be over. It was tiresome for these things to be happening between the two boys, to have to constantly think of how it could have happened, to be pondering on what to do to erase the effect. Jack hated this body, he really did, and how that there was something going on with the injuries, it only made the situation they were in only worse. Ralph watched as Roger stood up and started to leave, and as Maurice turned questioningly.

"Roger? Where are you off to?" The younger boy called out, and the black-haired boy grinned before turning around.

"We might as well get food for Jack since he can't get on his two feet for awhile. Come on, Maurice."

Without another word, the two hunters left Ralph and Jack in the part of the jungle, while the sun was still rising, and the day was still young. Jack groaned, trying to sit up but his body not letting him. The blonde fell, exhausted, while Ralph took some water and tried to find a piece of cloth to put onto the hunter's forehead. Luckily, one of the littluns' left their shirt lying on the ground not too far away, and Ralph picked it and soaked it into the water. The water was actually quite warm, although Ralph honestly couldn't care less, and once it was properly soaked, he placed it on Jack's head. The blonde shuddered at the feeling of the liquid touching his skin, and he watched as Ralph passed a cautious look in his direction,

"You know, I was being serious about not hunting for a while...that wound on your leg might actually be infected, someone is going to have to check up on that."

"Obviously. Who said I was going to go hunting anyway? You immediately assumed that- Gah!"

Jack hissed as Ralph patted the piece of cloth onto the wound. The pain was practically written on the blonde's face as it being somewhat too hard to bear. Ralph took it off and put more water onto it, before gently placing it back onto the wound.

"You know, you could have asked before you placed it on there. I didn't even tell you to do it!" Ralph glared as the boy started to rise up due to the pain before placing his fingers on Jack's chest and pushing him back down.

"Yes, but knowing you, you wouldn't give me permission even if I asked."

Jack growled lightly, taking his gaze off from the wound itself and trying to think of happy thoughts. However, being alone with Ralph? That didn't really seem to spark anything, did it? The hunter was perfectly capable of handling this situation by himself, he knew, but Ralph honestly wouldn't have anything to do it. Why did the redhead even bother trying to take care of him? What did he ever do for him, and besides, weren't they supposed to...well, enemies? The thought actually stung when Jack thought of it, and knowing that it really wasn't as if they were enemies, they just didn't get along too well because of their different ideas. Jack didn't really understand why Ralph was so interested in rescue. After all, they practically had everything they would ever need of the island, with the pigs, and the other ways to eat, and with the Castle Rock to protect them from hurricanes or whatever storms come their way. Rescue, while at first something the boys knew they needed...honestly didn't seem so important anymore. At least, not to him.

The pain coming off of the wound when combined with the lake water seemed to die down after awhile, and once Jack closed his eyes and started to relax, Ralph actually smiled. True, he and Jack didn't really see eye to eye on certain things, but at least the pain was starting to go away, and at least Jack was starting to feel better. The redhead sighed before gently placing the cloth away for the time being and pulling his knees into his body.

"Jack." He started, and the other boy opened one blue eye in response.

"Hm?"

"We really need to think about the spell. I mean, I know that it isn't really a proper time to bring it up, considering that you're, well, injured and all, but if we don't get down to the bottom of this thing soon...what if this thing is, well, permanent?"

The blonde boy opened both eyes and leaned his body upwards on his elbows, the blonde hair sticking to his face and his face furrowing into seriousness. Ralph could almost hint a sign of worry in the other boy's eyes, but he knew that Jack would never admit to something like that.

"Do you really think that this would be permanent?"

"I have no idea, but unless we come up with something soon, then we're both going to be well...stuck this way, for a very long time."

Jack passed a glance of uncertainty. He really didn't have any idea what to say to this.

"Um..."

"Jack...don't you remember anything that happened the night before we switched? Practically anything at this point could be something we could use."

"All I remember was that I was walking outside...it was nighttime, obviously...and...that's it."

Ralph sighed, completely running out of ideas. If Jack couldn't remember it, then who was to say that Ralph would remember it either? Jack noticed the helpless look coming onto the other boy and glared.

"What about yourself? Who's to say that this was my fault?"

"Well, I don't remember anything else! I just took a walk on the beach, then I went to sleep! Nothing else."

"There must be something else! Did you do anything on your walk?"

"Not that I can remember..."

Both boys sighed reluctantly, knowing that there really was no way to remember anything that happened. What if they were stuck like that forever? Jack ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes in plain frustration.

"I wish that we could remember...damn it all."

Ralph's eyes widened suddenly at what the other boy said, and he smiled from ear to ear. He finally remembered what happened. The wish! Of course! Why didn't he think of that earlier?

"Jack! The wish! That's what it was, I wished for something interesting to happen on the island, and that was what happened!" The redhead jumped, before remembering his injury and clutching his leg in sudden pain. Jack opened his eyes and, surprised, smirked characteristically.

"Well, glad to know we finally know what caused it. About freakin' time."

"Should we tell Piggy and others? Then we can figure out how to reverse it"

Jack nodded in agreement before both boys exchanged rare smiles. True, they did get along a lot of the time, but there were those special moments when everything just felt like they should.