Chapter 3.
"He's awake!" Ellie screamed, causing Morgan and Awesome to rush to the bed side. "Chuck, are you okay? Do you know who I am?" She asked him slowly and carefully.
Chuck was very confused, he looked at all of them, looking over him with concerned faces, he recognised them, but the only name that popped into his head was Sarah.
"Sarah?" He asked, looking directly at his sister.
"No." She sighed, her hair flopping down onto her forehead. "Get the doctor, honey." She tapped Devon's arm.
"Sure." He whispered, stalking off outside the door.
"Do you know who I am?" Morgan asked a little more confidently.
Chuck took a breath and pulled the oxygen mask off of his face, a flash of memories flooded into his head and suddenly he remembered everything. When most people wake up from a sleep, they're confused for ten seconds, but Chuck being asleep for as long a he had took a bit longer than that.
"Morgan! Ellie!" He croaked.
"Oh my God, yes Chuck!" She smiled and hugged him tight, she remembered his bad arm and backed away a little and settled for squeezing his hand instead.
"What happened?" That much he didn't know.
"You fell down the stairs in the hotel? That's what the doctor told me, anyway."
Morgan smiled and started babbling away to Chuck about what he had seen in London and especially the babes.
He nodded along until he couldn't take it anymore, his heart was aching with confusion. "Where's Sarah?"
Ellie and Morgan looked down at the floor, not knowing what to say. "Tell me!" He almost shouted.
"She left, Chuck. I'm sorry but I don't know where she has gone, I know you two went travelling together, did you argue or something?"
He sat up a little, "no, no. Oh God, my head." He touched his forehead with his good arm.
"I'm sorry." She repeated, not knowing what else to say.
Just then he remembered Casey's face, it was cold and angry and it was looking over him, but he couldn't piece from where. He remembered Sarah next to him, crying and holding his own hand. He could hear Sarah saying his name countless times, he remembered looking up at the red velvet stairs and the crushing weight of his suitcase on top of him.
Hang on a minute, why was Casey there? Next to Sarah, when he had fallen? How did he find them? So now, there was no sign of Casey and there was no sign of Sarah. Oh God, he had taken off with Sarah hadn't he? And probably dumped her in some dark, windowless room with no company except for those thin mattress less beds they have in prisons.
He sat up even further, how was he going to find her?
"Ellie, when can I be discharged?" He asked, his heart pumping like a drum and steady beads of sweat forming at the nape of his neck.
"Chuck you've already been in a coma for two weeks. I'm sure they won't have to keep you in for much longer." She said.
Two weeks?? He thought it was the next morning or something, how was he going to contact her now? Two weeks had pass anything could have happened, but one thing he was pretty certain of was that he had probably taken her back to California.
He sat there, blinking at Ellie, planning what he said next very carefully. Because, of course, he was in the presence of a true neurotic. But before he could say anything Awesome walked in with a tall, thin legged man in doctors overalls. He looked at the doctor's badge and his eyes spaced out - he saw pictures, this man was a CIA doctor, his name was Edward Smith and he had worked under cover for fifteen years in the UK protecting the CIA's most valuable assets.
Oh no. He knew this doctor would never let him leave and then he would probably be dumped in some prison at the other side of the earth. Jesus Christ, all he did was run away with Sarah, he didn't kill anyone or even hurt anyone. Yes, it was treason to a certain extent, but this was ridiculous!
The 'doctor' said that they would need to keep Chuck in for a few days longer in observation and he also said that his family should go home and get some rest, that at least Chuck agreed with. When Ellie eventually left, Edward hung around in the room for longer than necessary, Chuck pretended to be confused and aloof, like he didn't know what was going on - that was part of his plan.
Edward fiddled around with some objects in the room, the heart monitor, his food tray, his bed poles and his bunch of flowers that Ellie had gotten him. Chuck, who was watching him very carefully knew that he was placing cameras around the room, but he didn't know that Chuck knew.
"I think I need some sleep." Chuck lied, rubbing his eyes convincingly. "Maybe I'll remember more in the morning." He mumbled, hiding under the duvet.
"Well, okay then." The doctor said, slowly making his exit.
Chuck quickly scanned the room with his eyes, he quickly covered the camera in his food tray with his plate. He got up slowly and fell back down again, he was very light on his feet as he had not walked in over two weeks.
He placed one foot in front of the other and quickly covered the cameras in the room with the little flimsy objects that he could find. After that he awkwardly pulled the T-shirt on that was hanging next to his bed, he slowly lowered his arm into the T-shirt, being careful not to bash it against anything.
Chuck single-handedly pulled on his jeans, which were now considerably loose on him. He did up his converses with great difficultly, and then he slowly slipped out of the door, ducking in the hallways and tiptoeing down the long wards.
It was quiet, the only male nurse on guard was snoring half asleep on the chair and other than the snoring all Chuck could hear was the soft squeak of his shoes against the marble flooring.
After slipping out the back entrance, he panted in the darkness, feeling around in his pocket and he pulled out his credit card, he felt the smooth plastic in his fingers and kissed it, thank you God. He limped to the nearest phone booth and scanned the taxi service adverts pinned up against the wall. He saw a yellow one with black writing on it and it said something about twenty four hour service. This will do, he thought, picking up the phone and quickly punching in the number.
"Hello, Cardiff Taxi's." The deep voice said through the phone.
"Yeah, uh, is there a uh, Cardiff Airport?" Chuck asked, he hated not knowing any of these damn places in Britain.
He heard muffled laughter in the back round, a few second later a different female voice said "Yeah, where are you?"
He glanced hurriedly out of the window, "Kingfawn Street." He said.
"Is that in Grangetown?" The voice said. How the hell was Chuck meant to know.
"Yes, I think so, I don't know the area."
"Thank Mary Sat Nav's were invented." The voice tutted, and promised to be these in five minutes.
Sure enough five minutes later, a yellow taxi pulled up outside the phone booth and Chuck clambered in and asked for Cardiff Airport, which by now he was certain it existed.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the airport, he handed the taxi driver a crumpled five pound note and sped in the airport, the next plane to LA was in two hours, reluctantly he handed over his credit card and knew that he would have to pay for it later.
He sat in an empty room full of chairs. Chuck knew that he needed to get Sarah out, he didn't know where they were going to go or what they would do, he just knew that he couldn't let her stay there. His love for her right now was stronger that it had ever been, it was like a magnetic force was pulling him towards her.
A slow two hours past and before Chuck knew it he was on the plane, sitting next to a rather overweight man who picked his nose the whole journey.
Chuck let himself fall asleep the way there, occasionally waking up to pull the snoring man off of his shoulder. He couldn't concentrate on the magazines or the kiddie movies on the screen above him, his mind was only focused on his plan and he had come up with quite a good one. At least it was the best he could do, anyway.
The plane landed in LA the following morning, Chuck sleepily walked off of the plane and got yet another taxi to Burbank. He was wide awake the way there this time and he got off at the Buy More.
He sped in, ignoring Lester and Jeff's curious glances, he opened the trap door in the home theatre room and typed in the code and got into castle.
He quickly put on padded gear and picked up a gun. One tranq gun, one real gun.
Next, Sarah's POV. Please review all that read this it will help we a lot, I know I can't use the excuse anymore than I'm 14 and I'm still in school blah, blah. My only excuse is I'm tired. More to come. Remember : Review (: