******Before you start reading, I would like you all to overlook any medical inaccuracies. I tried my best. I'm definetly not a doctor, so please look past them if some of the medical stuff is wrong. It's the story that counts, right?***********

Thomas Chandler was disgusted with himself when he didn't say anything to Rachel before she walked away. This would be the last time they would talk for weeks, if not months.

Chandler was sitting on his bed in his hotel room when he heard the gunshot. He quickly got up and ran out the door and down the hallway. He saw a person lying on the ground. When he got close enough to see who it was, Chandler's heart stopped; it was Rachel on the groud. She was bleeding a lot and she was unconscious. He checked for a pulse; there was one, but it was faint.

"Help! Help!", Chandler screamed. "We need a doctor!" He screamed so much, his voice gave out. She was bleeding so much.

About two minutes later, Doc. Rios came with a few other doctors.

"We need to get her to surgery now!", one of them screamed. They rushed her to a nearby hospital that was fortunately maintained throughout the outbreak.

During surgery, Rachel died two times, but they brought her back.

"This woman needs blood now! Does anyone know her blood type?", one doctor asked.

No one knew, but Chandler said "I'm O-Negative."

"Great. That's perfect."

They started the process of putting the IV tube in Tom's arm so he could give blood to Rachel.

"Is she going to be okay?", Tom whispered, too afraid to find out the answer.

The doctor replied, It's hard to say. She has a couple broken ribs from the impact of the bullet. She has lost a lot lof blood. This is a critical time, I'm not even sure when she'll wake up."

Tom just sat there beside of her, hoping and praying she would make it. She had to. If she didn't, Tom would never forgive himself.

About eight hours later, Mike walked in the room.

"How is she doing?", Mike asked him.

"She hasn't woken up yet. I never should have let her out of my sight, Mike."

Mike got close enough to put his hand on Tom's shoulder. "No one would have thought that anything like this could happen. This is not your fault, so don't beat yourself up over it."

"I never should have let her leave", Tom repeated.

"Tom, stop. It's NOT your fault. You're going to go insane if you don't stop. That bastard and his Immune buddies got what they deserved. Tex wasn't very nice when he found the one who shot her. We killed the rest of them he was with. Hopefully, that's the last of them."

Tom just sat there and stared at Rachel. She was still very pale, but looked better than before.

"Dr. Scott is going to have a lot of visitors when she wakes up", Mike said. "Everyone keeps asking about her and Tex is going to be first in line. I'm going to go. Tom, you need rest."

"I can't leave her. I have to make sure she's okay."

"Rachel is strong, she will make it. You need to take care of yourself. You look a mess. Please try to get some rest."

Mike left and Tom grabbed Rachel's hand and held it.

A doctor came in and Tom realized he's the one who did the surgery.

"I never introduced myself to you, but I'm Dr. Stevens", the doctor said while shaking his hand.

"I'm Thomas Chandler, Captain of the United States Navy."

The doctor gasped because he realized who was in the hospital bed. "That's Dr. Scott, isn't it? The person who made the cure, and you're the captain of the Nathan James?"

Tom nodded his head.

"It's an honor to meet you, Sir. Dr. Scott will make it. She hasn't had any further complications since the surgery. She is a very strong woman. Dr. Scott made the cure; she didn't make it this far to just die, and you know that."

Tom just stared at Rachel.

"I have other patients to evaluate, but if you need me, I will be right here."

Tom said "Thank you", and Dr. Stevens left.