A/N: So this is it. The last chapter of this story. No more sequel one-shots that turn into something big afterwards. Writing these two stories was incredibly fun and also amazing. I will take suggestions and if I have time, go forth with those. I cannot thank you enough for reading and leaving reviews. It means so much to me.

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Song: All of Me by John Legend

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A few hours later, a couple of nurses came in to take me for a brain scan. I didn't hesitate to go, mostly because Mellie had told me I needed it. They wheeled me down the hall to the elevator and we went a few floors up to the MRI machine.

They laid me down, and strapped me to the table, which irritated me. This wasn't necessary. I knew how to lay still. I wasn't a child.

As the scan started, I wondered where Jerry had been these past few days. I figured out he couldn't stay with me, but he seemed to be concerned about my health so I think he would have stayed. I wish I could see him. He could tell me about myself. He seemed to know more about my life than I do.

I closed my eyes and dozed off, and was awoken by a nurse when it was over. They quickly took me back to my room, where two nurses bathed and shaved me before another brought food thirty minutes later.

"What time is it?" I asked quietly, wondering if the sky had already turned dark or if the light was still on. I forget the names of it.

"It's almost six thirty p.m.," she told me, and I knew it was the dark time now. After I finished eating, she took my food tray and left, the slam of the door shutting echoing throughout the room.

I was sad when she left. Even if we didn't talk, it was nice to be with another human. Me and my thoughts got lonely fast.

I had nothing to do in this empty room, so I tried to sleep again.

The next day, I had another seizure and I failed my usual psychological test, as I had every other day. I could never get enough answers right to pass. I couldn't tell them what day it was, or what year it was, who I was, where I was, why I was there, how many fingers they held up. It was all so frustrating, and I cried after every test. I felt worthless all because of getting shot in the head. I must have done something really stupid to get shot.

A while after my test, I heard the door open and I saw a nurse come in with Jerry. I knew it couldn't be good if they let him see me.

His eyes were red and swollen from lack of sleep and crying, and he cried as he sat beside me and took my hand. I looked at the nurse, who just smiled softly at me, so I looked back at him. He wiped his eyes and smiled at me, stroking my hair.

"Oh, Fitz," he sighed. "You've been such a fighter. I hate this happened to you," he whispered. "I love you so, so much, son. I really do."

"What's wrong?" I asked, worried about why he was so sad.

"The scan showed the swelling in your brain has gotten worse instead of better. It also showed that irreversible damage was happening. That explains the seizures and confusion," he told me.

"I'm so, so sorry."

My heart sank. My own brain was working against me. My body was supposed to be fixing the wound, not hurting me.

"What's going to happen to me?" I asked, wondering what a lot of this meant.

"They want to try putting you in a medically induced coma for a few days to see if that helps. It won't hurt. It'll be just like you're asleep," he explained. "It's supposed to help your brain get back to normal."

"Ok," I sighed, hoping he was right. "Will you tell Mellie for me?"

He smiled and squeezed my hand.

"Of course," he said, going along with it, and I was hoping he was coming around and remembering our marriage now.

I smiled and he talked to me for a few more minutes. The seriousness of his voice was concerning.

"I'm so proud of you, Fitz. I didn't want you to be a Navy SEAL at first, but you've done such a good job. You're a leader and you're strong and a good man. Your mother would be so proud of her little boy," he smiled, wiping a tear away. "I just want you to know I love you, no matter what. I will always love you, son."

"I...I love you, too," I said hesitantly, but sincerely. I barely knew this man who claimed to be my father, but I trusted him. I didn't realize I was in the Navy, though. That seems important to me.

He got up and left, and the nurse gave me a paper to sign to allow the coma. Only an hour later the anesthesiologist was ready to roll, and I guessed I'd better be. I prayed this would work, that this would heal me and let me go home and see my family.

Slowly, as we made our way up a floor to the ICU, I was more out of it. As soon as the elevator doors opened, I was already under.

Three weeks and four scans later, I was still in the medically induced coma and my brain hadn't gotten any better. The swelling had barely gone down, and the wound was almost infected. The scans showed that parts of my brain were already beginning to shut down.

Jerry sat by my side, waiting for the doctors to tell him something, any kind of hopeful news. He slept a few hours every night, then paced the halls until early morning. He was worried. Our relationship was never that great, but he didn't want a life without me. A doctor came in around three that afternoon after my fifth scan and sat down with Jerry.

"We've done another scan today, and unfortunately, it's not looking any better. The swelling hasn't gone down any more, there's little activity, and the wound is not healing properly. It's becoming infected, and we think the infection has reached his lungs. More than half of his brain has already shut down," the doctor sighed as he watched the color drain from Jerry's face.

"So what are our options now?" Jerry asked, his voice breaking as he tried not to cry. The only time I ever saw him cry was when my mother died.

"Keep him in the coma another week or so and see if it gets better, or bring him out of it and see how he does," he suggested. "It's up to you."

"Another week," Jerry said without hesitation. He had faith that I would get better.

A week later, the swelling was going down but the infection and damage were worse. He signed the papers to bring me out of the coma, and I remembered waking up a few days later. I had no idea who this man beside me was. I could barely speak or think. The words were hard to find. I couldn't move my body. I was like a vegetable in this cold, lonely hospital bed in London.

I had one good day, as good as good can be in my case. It all went downhill after that.

"I love you, no matter what, Fitz," Jerry told me, kissing my forehead and hugging me with tears in his eyes that evening. I knew then I wasn't going to get any better. To know I would never get better made me want to die.

A five-minute seizure almost killed me that night, and they put me on life support after that.

Jerry cried that entire night. He knew it was almost over for me.

I knew it was almost over.

But that night, I was hopeful. I was hopeful because I saw Mellie. She came and talked to me, whispering sweet things to encourage me to get better. She was there one minute and gone the next.

But she was there. Jerry didn't seem to notice her at all and gave me a strange look when I spoke to her. I ignored him. I didn't care. I loved her.

Two days later, there she was again, the love of my life, sitting at my bedside.

I could feel her presence, despite my weak body barely hanging on. Jerry had agreed to take me off life support, which I understood yet didn't. My mind didn't know what was going on, but my body did.

I asked her about Savannah and how they were doing, if she was ok without me physically being with her, if her finances were ok, if she needed anything at all.

I knew she would be ok without me. But I needed her to know I loved her and always would.

I occasionally heard Jerry say something to me, but I couldn't understand the words he was saying and it frustrated me.

I heard him call a nurse in a few minutes later, and two nurses came in quietly. One held a clipboard and stared at her watch while the other unplugged the machines keeping me alive.

I soon felt my body struggle to stay alive, trying to keep enough air in my lungs to breathe, to keep my heart beating. My blood flowed slower and slower, and it got harder to breathe. My heartbeat slowed to a crawl, and I heard her beautiful voice whisper to me.

"You can let go, Fitz," she whispered softly in my ear, her beautiful blue eyes looking into mine.

Upon hearing those last words, my heart stopped and everything was dark for me. It was only dark momentarily, however, until my eyes opened.

I woke up to a blinding white light in my eyes, and I saw my entire future before me.

/ the end