Hey, so this is chapter 3 or Chuck Versus The Torture! Hahaha, i had alot of fun writing the end.

Chapter 3

Chuck had barely escaped with a concussion, three broken ribs, a broken arm and a staggering number of cuts and bruises all over his body, although thankfully, he had no bullet wounds. However, the doctor Sarah had spoken to had assured that he was recuperating well in the ICU, and would be staying there for a couple of days before he could be moved to his own private room for a while. Sarah decided that the easiest cover for his injuries was him being involved in a car accident.

“Walker,” the sound of her partner’s voice snapped her from her dazed trance. He handed her a cup of steaming coffee which she gratefully accepted.

“Thanks, Casey,” she replied, slowly sipping and savouring her coffee. She cringed inwardly when she saw by his expression that he was about to say something that she wasn’t going to like. Casey sat himself down in the chair next to hers.

“Walker, the terrorist cell that we took down didn’t know anything about Bartowski being the Intersect, thankfully. They were after Larkin, and somehow, they found out Bartowski’s past relations with him.”

Sarah felt the anger rise inside of her. She needed to put a bullet into something or someone, most preferably Bryce. How could he be so careless as to allow the terrorist cell to be left standing? – A terrorist cell of that size was simply peanuts compared to Fulcrum, and Bryce could’ve taken out the whole lot of them alone. Her hand itched to take hold of the gun currently hidden behind her back, but fell limp to her side when Ellie and Devon burst through the doors simultaneously.

Ellie had obviously been informed by someone minutes earlier that her brother was in the ICU and she, in turn, had informed Devon. The expression on her face conveyed her worry and pure anxiousness which Sarah mirrored explicitly. Finally spotting Sarah, the brunette doctor ran forward to envelope her brother’s girlfriend in a huge bear hug. It took Sarah a moment to realize that Ellie was quietly sobbing on her shoulder.

She rubbed Ellie’s back gingerly as she realized how much she had come to love Chuck’s family. Despite having two estranged and distant sisters, who were both currently serving time in the County Prison in Arizona – the result of an unsuccessful con gone wrong – Sarah actually considered Ellie to be the sister that she had always dreamed of. Ellie meant much more to her than any of her estranged family members that she left behind when she joined the CIA.

“Shhh… Ellie, Chuck’s going to be fine,” The confidence in Sarah’s voice was highly convincing, but if Ellie had been paying attention to the emotions evident in her cobalt eyes, she would have seen how unsure Sarah was about that statement. Sure, Chuck was definitely going to live, but she couldn’t help but realise how close she had come to losing him.

This wasn’t what she’d expected to feel.

On any other assignment, she would feel dreadful if her asset was missing – not because she actually cared about the asset, but because she was going to have a hell of a time facing the Director – And that was accompanied by the fact that she was Sarah Walker, super spy extraordinaire. She wasn’t allowed to lose assets.

But Sarah Walker wasn’t feeling dreadful. She felt ten times worse.

Seeing Chuck in that state of vulnerability was crushing; it made her feel like she had been tortured and beaten up too. Those three hours of not knowing where he was, and that full agonizing hour that they had taken to find Chuck in the god-forsaken compound, had taken such a toll on her heart that she wasn’t sure if it was permanently beating irregularly now.

You’re in love with him, her heart taunted mercilessly. She shook her head lightly in response, tears starting to spill from her own eyes. She wasn’t supposed to be in love with him; she didn’t want to be. But the thought of leaving him, or him leaving her, was too painful to even comprehend.

Her head jerked up just as a group of nurses and a doctor came rushing past her through the doors that led into the ICU. The doors were pushed apart widely, causing the door to swing back and forth with force. Time seemed to have slowed down as her eyes trailed the path of the doctor.

The doors swung forward.

The hospital staff continued their jog at an exceptionally quick pace deeper into the ICU.

The doors swung backward.

The doctor was joined by another nurse, as the group turned sharply into a room to the left.

The doors slammed shut, along with Sarah’s eyes, as she came to realize that the room was the one that Chuck currently resided in.

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