"Oh my God! Sarah, please, stay with me. Can you hear me?" Chuck cried. One second, they were at the top of the world; then the next, it seemed like he was at the bottom of the ocean. He dialed Ellie, hoping she'd pick up immediately.

"Chuck…" Sarah coughed up. Blood was gushing out of her mouth.

"Baby, I'm right here, stay with me!" He was panicking. He pressed his hand against the wound "I'm not going anywhere. Fight Sarah, fight!" Suddenly he heard a voice on the phone pick up.

"Chuck! Are you alright wha—?"

"Sarah's been shot! I need you here now!" Chuck pleaded.

"Oh my God! I'll be there right away!" he dropped the phone, staring at the wound. There's too much blood Chuck, do something! Immediately, he let go of her hand and ripped his shirt off. He ripped it into a large strip and wrapped it tightly around her.

The pain was unreal; as if someone jammed a jackhammer right into her chest. Must… keep… fighting… She wanted to scream, but lacked the strength to. She glanced at Chuck.

"I'm so sorry…" she managed to whisper. She couldn't stay awake any longer. "I love… you."

"Sarah no! Come on, baby please! Don't go…" He felt his heart break into a million pieces at the sight of his dying wife. You can do this Sarah. Baby please, I need you to keep fighting…

"Chuck!" Ellie called from a distance. He waved his hands to signal her. She jumped down from the helicopter along with Captain Awesome. They raced to put all sorts of tubes and needles into her. Chuck watched from aside, still holding onto Sarah's hand.

"She took a critical bullet to the chest, Ellie, do something!" Chuck cried. Ellie looked at Devon.

"We're losing a pulse, we need to get to Honolulu General Now!" they stuck a neck brace on her, transferring her onto a gurney and ran over to the emergency copter. Chuck ran behind them.

"Let's go now!" Devon demanded. "Ellie, start CPR if she loses a pulse."

Chuck was scared. It was the first time in 2 years, where everything was finally perfect; no spies, no danger, no Intersect, no worries. He had the company, the dream home, the woman he loves, his family back together, and finally, a beautiful baby girl—he had it all. But there was always something that managed to find its way to ruin Chuck's life. Why does this keep happening?

He glanced over at his wife—so fragile, so weak.

You've taken a bullet for her before, why couldn't you do it again, Chuck?

Distraught, he grabbed her hand and placed it at his heart.

"Baby, keep fighting… You can do this…" he leaned over and closed his eyes.

"Chuck! This is beautiful!" She emphasized the word beautiful as she overlooked the island from the mountaintop. Chuck frowned.

"Chuck, honey? What's wrong?" she was confused.

"Nothing… It's just… You misused the word 'beautiful.'" He wrapped his arms around her. "How could you say something is 'beautiful', when the very definition of 'beautiful' is you? Nothing can ever compare!" he looked at his wife and smiled. She was blushing.

"Well, Mrs. Bartowski, how about we walk back down to the house?"

"Let's go"

They were halfway down the mountain. Sarah danced in front of Chuck as they hiked down. She was smiling, he was laughing… Then it happened.

"Sarah no! Get down!" he raced to get to her, but she was already on the ground.

Chuck jumped up when they arrived at the hospital. Ellie and Devon got out of the helicopter and grabbed the gurney. Chuck followed as they ran into the Hospital.

"Which OR is available?" Devon asked another doctor.

"OR-3 is empty, go!" a team of doctors followed Devon into the OR. Ellie stopped to make sure Chuck stayed behind.

"Chuck, you need to stay here." she held her arm out to stop Chuck.

"No! I need to see my wife!" Chuck tried pushing her out of the way, but she stepped in front of him.

"Chuck, I know you're worried, but the best thing you can do is stay here and let Devon do his job." Ellie rubbed her hand on his back. "Let's go over there. You need to cool down, Chuck."

"Fine." He turned around the other direction and walked over to the waiting area and sat down.

"Status, Dr. Woodcomb?"

"She's got a weak pulse. Bullet punctured the heart, heavy internal bleeding." Devon checked her vitals. They were weak as well.

"Source of the bleeding?" the first doctor asked.

"Looks like the left atrium— I can't see anything; I need to cut her open." The other doctors hooked her up to a medical monitor and stuck another IV into her arm. Devon took the scalpel and removed the bullet.

Come on, Sarah. Chuck needs you. Your baby girl needs you. Wait, is that a light? What the hell…?

"Dr. Woodcomb! She's flat lining!"

"Damn it! Give me the defibrillator!" Devon grabbed the panels. "Nurse, gel!"

"Dr. Lance, 150 joules" He held them out diagonally across her chest. "Clear!"

Her chest jolted up to the fibrillation; nothing. So this is it? You're just giving up? You need to fight Sarah!

"200!" Devon held the panels out to her chest again. "Clear!"

Her chest jolted up again; nothing. Devon was in disbelief.

"One more time Dr. Lance, now!" Devon was freaking out. She can't just die now!

"Dr. Woodcomb..." the second doctor shook her head, signalling that she was gone. Devon's face hardened.

"No! we need to do something! CPR, life support, anything!" He couldn't let Chuck down.

"Dr. Woodcomb… She's gone. We can't do anything about it…" Devon couldn't believe it.

"Uhh… Um. Time of uh, death… 1300 hours, 13 minutes." he violently threw the paddles at the wall and stared.

"Sarah… why…"

What the hell? She was in a white room, dressed in white, looking at a light. Is this it?

"Giving up is for the weak." A voice called. She turned around.

"Graham?" she was shocked to see him.

"You can't just give up now, Sarah." He walked toward her.

"But this is something I deserved. This never would have happened if I didn't force Chuck to move to hike with me. Dying is something I should've anticipated in the first place… Working for the CIA, missions, life-threatening situations… I've already seen the face of death so many times before. It's warned me to be careful, countless times. I've once betrayed the only man I've ever loved, and almost left him because of one, monumental, stupid mistake I made. I said 'Goodbye' to him for God's sake! You don't understand the extent of how much that hurts me to think about it, let alone how much it hurt him when I said it 2 years ago. He took a bullet to save me, even when I deserved it the most. Graham! I even confessed to him that I didn't feel the same way anymore. I even convinced myself I didn't feel the same way, after watching those videos. The day after the beach, my whole life has been a blur. If it wasn't for Chuck's love and faithfulness, my memory would have never completely come back to me. But this… I can never forgive myself for what I've done to everyone I really love… I feel like my time has come." She cried to the memories of her amnesia-induced state, 2 years ago.

"No, it has not. You gave up the CIA and spying for a safer future. You met a very faithful, supportive and loving man. You were granted a very rare opportunity to fall in love twice with the one man you've only ever loved, because one lifetime with Chuck just wasn't enough. You re-married and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. That never should be something to give up. Nobody ever deserves to die, Sarah. It's not your time."

She stared at Graham. She had so many questions.

"Sir…"

"Sarah, no. You need to go back. It's not your time. God gave you Chuck to give you another chance at life, when yours was almost completely gone. Don't give up now, just because you haven't forgiven yourself. God has forgiven you, and right now, he's giving you another chance." Graham looked at Sarah again.

"Go back and do what you need to do. Samantha can't live a life without a mother, and Chuck will never be able to live a life without you. If you stay here, you're taking away from Chuck. That's something you've already done. Do not make that mistake again. I'll always be here, watching over you. You understand? Go back. Live your life. Chuck has given you a second chance at a new life. You need to live it." He winked at her one last time.

Her heart monitor was back up.

"Dr. Woodcomb! We have a heartbeat!" Devon jumped up and ran over to Sarah's side. Thank God, Sarah. They worked operated endlessly to stabilize her. Her breathing was shallow, so he hooked her up to a ventilator. He couldn't afford to lose her again.

"Ellie, she's my everything. I need her. Samantha needs her." He straightened his back against the wall and looked at the ceiling.

"I know Chuck. And Devon's doing everything he can." Ellie leaned over towards Chuck and hugged him.

"Hey babe," Devon showed up.

"Devon!" Ellie jumped up and hugged Devon. Chuck stood, awaiting the news.

"Well?" both of them insisted.

"We managed to stabilize her, but she's in a light coma. We've hooked her up to a ventilator; she's still not able to breathe on her own. Um," he hesitated to mention the fact that she actually died for a few minutes.

"What?" Chuck asked

"Well, she kind of… Died." Chuck's eyes widened

"But she's stable, Chuck. Don't worry buddy, she's going to be alright."

He was relieved to hear that his wife was going to be okay. He knew she was going to be alright. He believed in her. He always has.

"How about her memory? Do you think she's still in there?" He was worried about re-living past events... He couldn't afford to lose her again.

"I'll do a brain scan right after you go see her.. I'll be monitoring her brain activity, okay Chuck? Don't worry." Ellie smiled in reassurance.

"Oh. Okay. Uh, thanks El." He hugged her. "Um… When can I see her?"

"She's in room 143, under observation. She should be up in a few days. Uh, you can stay as long as you'd like, but you know… don't stay too long. Baby Sammy needs her daddy too." Captain Awesome explained, pulling Ellie closer.

"Thanks Devon."

"Anytime bro!"

Chuck walked away and pulled out his phone and scrolled down his contact list.

"Morgan! Buddy hey— I need you to get Alex to bring my daughter to Honolulu Gen."

"Yeah, dude, anything," Morgan paused. "Wait, Chuck, what's going on?"

"Um, Sarah's been shot, but she's stable for now. I just need you and Alex to bring Sammy here."

"Oh! Damn! Yeah! Okay, Chuck, anything you need!" Morgan hung up. Chuck kept walking down the hallway, looking for his wife's room.

"Hi? Hello nurse, uh, could you show me where room 143 is?" he was lost.

"Just around the corner, Mr. Carmichael." She pointed at the corner. Everyone knew Chuck well; he was a benefactor to the Hospital. Ever wonder how Ellie and Awesome got their jobs? Yeah. Chuck did it all for them.

"Oh, thank you nurse." He walked around the corner. "Ah, there it is." He opened the door and rushed to Sarah's side. I knew you could do it. A smile formed from the corner of his mouth. He kissed her forehead and grabbed a chair, placing it next to the bed.

Ring, ring!

Chuck picked up his phone.

"Hey dude! Where are you?"

"Room 143, D-wing."

"Alright, cool. Alex, Sammy and I will be there in like, 2 minutes."

"Okay, thanks buddy."