I'm really sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter up. I got hit with a bit of writers block, and I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations. The next chapter is the last one I'm planning to writing, unless I get requests for an epilogue. There are medical terms used in this story and I added a glossary at the end to help with confusion. I hope you like it!

Jess' POV

Jess brought up camera after camera to follow Ethan's movement as he tried to find his way to an exit, updating Howell as she went. Ethan was about ten yards from the armory when Becker rounded the corner, EMD in hand. Jess felt her heart skip when a beat when she saw him. She couldn't hear them but she could tell Becker was telling Ethan to let go of Emily. Jess was about to hit the talk button on her earpiece, to call for back-up, when she saw Becker hesitate. He started lowering his weapon.

"No, don't," she whispered to him, completely oblivious to the fact that he couldn't hear her. Jess watched in horror, a feeling of dread growing in her stomach, as Becker lowered his weapon holding his hand out as if to placate Ethan.

"Oh God," she said loudly enough that a few of the techs near her looked up to see what was happening on screen.

"Becker!" Jess screamed when she saw Ethan raise his weapon. There was nothing she could do but watch as Becker was hurled into a walk from the force of the EMD blast. She let out a small sigh of relief when she saw him wince in pain and move.

At least he's alive and awake, she thought trying to reassure herself. As Ethan walked past the wounded man Jess prayed he'd just leave, but instead he pointed his pistol at Becker again. Jess felt her own body jerk as the blast of energy hit Becker's chest, and go still as his did.

"Medics needed in corridor 5. Medics needed in corridor 5," Jess said into the speakers, though how she managed to keep her voice calm when her heart was slowly breaking was beyond her. She tore off her heels and sprinted for the door.

"Anthony watch the ADD!" she yelled at a nearby tech, who scrambled to do as she requested.

Jess could feel the tears streaming down her face as she ran to Becker. When she finally reached him, Jess felt her heart nearly stop. He was still in the sample position she'd seen him in through the camera, and she couldn't tell if he was breathing. She was at his side in an instant her fingers feeling for a pulse. Jess fought back sobs when she looked at him, he was so pale and there was something wrong with his throat. She let out a quiet cry of relief when she felt his heartbeat against her fingers.

"Becker," she said, her voice shaking, "Please wake up." She brushed a few strands of dark hair from where they'd fallen across his face, to scared of hurting him to touch him anywhere else. She jumped back when he coughed suddenly, only to quickly return to her original place with her hand against his cheek.

"Jess?" the word came out in a pained whisper. It was all Jess could do to keep herself from throwing herself at him in she settled for the hand that was resting against his cheek, her thumb sweeping back and forth against the smooth skin.

"The medics are on their way," she said, hoping it would comfort him and hating that it was all she could do.

"Can't breathe," Becker wheezed.

Becker's POV

Becker could hear Jess talking to him, but he could find the strength to open his eyes. There was a constant deep ache in his chest interspersed with stabbing pains every time he tried to take a breath.

"Becker," she said, it sounded like she was on the verge of tears, "Please wake up." Becker fought to open his eyes, his instinct to make her happy no matter what. He tried to take a deep breath, needing the oxygen to wake him off, but ended up coughing instead. His mouth filled with a metallic tang that was unfortunately all too familiar to him. He swallowed the mouthful of blood, hoping Jess hadn't seen in, and managed to get his eyelids to lift.

"Jess?" The question came out of his mouth in a breathy wheeze, which scared Becker all the more.

"The medics are on their way," He heard her say, but it sounded distant, fading.

"Can't breathe," Becker wheezed. Becker could see fear flicker in Jess' eyes and he hated that it was his fault she was feeling like this. He started tugging at the Kevlar vest he wore.

"Vest off," was all he could gasp out and fortunately Jess instantly started pulling open the Velcro that held the normally lifesaving vest on. It took them less than ten seconds to have the vest off and thrown to the side. It didn't make much of a difference, but it was slightly easier for him to breathe and Becker would take even that little bit of improvement. Jess laid her hand gently on his chest and he could feel how cold it was, or how hot he was, he wasn't sure which.

"It'll be fine," Jess said in a firm voice, despite her lower lip trembling, almost like she was trying to convince both of them. But Becker knew it wasn't going to be okay. He was dying, and he knew it. Shit, he thought looking at Jess. He tried to say something but only coughed up more blood, wincing from the pain that went shooting through pressure was building in his chest, making it harder and harder to less and less air was getting to his lungs, Becker's vision started to go blurry. Blindly he reached for Jess, grabbing the hand that was still on his chest and putting his own hand on her tear soaked pulled as much air into his battered lungs and said the first thing that came into his head.

"Marry me?"

Jess' POV

"Marry me?" Becker's voice was barely more than a whisper, but Jess still heard it. She stared at him in shock for a moment, before kissing him. It was little more than a pressing of her lips to his, but she nearly sobbed out of fear when she tasted the blood that was leaking from between his lips. Then she knew why he'd asked. He thought he was dying.

"You're going to be okay," she said refusing to believe that he could die. Becker took another shuttering breath and began coughing. Jess moved so that his back was resting against her and wrapped her arms around him, waiting for the medics to arrive.

"Please Jess," his voice was even weaker now and Jess was finding it harder and harder to keep it together. She nodded before remembering that he couldn't see her. She pressed a soft kiss to his neck, fighting the urge to cry.

"I'll marry you, but you have to hold on okay," she said wishing that this proposal was real and that he wasn't going to die in her arms before the medics could get to him. He went limp in her arms and Jess started panicking.

"Becker!," she shouted. She didn't know what to do, so she just buried her head in his shoulder and started to cry. She only had a minute to grieve before the thundering of footsteps had her head popping up.

"Over here!" she screamed desperately hoping it was the medics. She nearly started crying again when she saw Katie round the corner.

"I don't think he's breathing," she managed to tell her friend before Becker was pulled from her by another medic. One of the soldiers that had followed them helped Jess to her feet, catching her when her legs gave out. She watched the medics cut Becker's shirt of him with a surprising detachment, one that disappeared when she saw the mottled purple bruises that were quickly expanding. She let out a cry and the soldier had to support most of her weight. Katie took one look at Becker and turned to one of the other medics nearby.

"He's got Tracheal Deviation," she said putting a stethoscope to the injured man's chest, "Decreased lung sounds on his left side." Jess' head swam with the medical terms being thrown around. The other medic tossed something to Katie.

"Tension Pneumo?" he asked reaching for his ear piece. Katie nodded and finished unwrapping whatever was in her hand.

"Sorry Becker," she said before she suddenly plunged it into Becker's chest a few inched below his collar bone.

"What the hell are you doing?" she screamed trying to fight her way to Becker's side, but she couldn't break the grip the soldier had on her. Becker's sudden coughing had her frozen in place. The soft hiss of air escaping could be heard from the large hypodermic needle in Becker's chest. Jess felt the soldier holding her tug her back a little and she let herself be pulled father away from Becker.

Katie looked over at her for a second, before turning her attention back to her patient. She ran her hands over him carefully, but stopped at his ribs. Jess looked down and instantly felt a little nauseous. There was a portion of Becker's ribcage that was moving differently than the rest, it was sucked in towards his back when the rest of the ribs expanded.

"Flail chest," Katie said putting her hand firmly over the spot until another medic began wrapping a bandage around the injury.

"He has blood in his mouth," Jess said flatly, not sure if the information would help or not. Katie looked at her with wide eyes before opening his mouth and shining a small penlight in. Even Jess could see the blood from her position five feet away, and she turned away fighting back a fresh wave of tears. Kate turned to the medic who'd been relaying information to the medical wing during her rapid assessment.

"Tell them to get a chest tube prepped, we've got a possible Tension Hemopneumo coming in."

The medics were suddenly a blur of motion as they rushed to get the still unconscious Becker strapped to a gurney and off to the medical wing. Jess ran ahead of the gurney carrying her boyfriend, opening the doors for the medical teams with a swipe of her wrist band. She could hear the medics updating each other and the doctors in the medical wing on Becker's condition, but she couldn't understand a world they were saying so she tuned them out. She focused all her energy on helping them get him where he needed to be rather than how pale he looked, or how shallow his breathing was. A wave of doctors in black scrubs met them at the door of the ARC hospital and they quickly took over the situation, listening to the medic's report and shouting orders to the nurses. Jess started to follow Becker through the door, when she was stopped by a nurse in green scrubs.

"You have to stay out here Ms. Parker," she said not unkindly. The older woman led Jess over to a plush chair and pushed her into it. She was about to say something when a long trilling note filled the air.

"He's flat lining," Jess heard a voice yell from behind the door where Becker had disappeared. The nurse ran through the doors leaving Jess to sob alone in the waiting room as she listened to the sound of Becker's absent heartbeat.

A/N: Just a few definitions for some of the medical terms used in the chapter.

Tracheal Deviation: When a person's windpipe is pushed out of place, can be a sign of a Tension Pneumothorax. (Xray pics of it are pretty easy to find on google)

Tension Pneumo: Short for Tension Pneumothorax. A Tension Pneumothorax is the accumulation of air under pressure in the chest cavity. In this case it's caused by a broken rib puncturing a lung.

Flail chest: When three or more ribs are broken in two or more places. (you can find videos of it on YouTube. It looks pretty weird.)

Tension Hemopneumo: Short for Tension Hemopneumothorax. Same as a Tension Pneumothorax, only there's blood filling the chest cavity with the air.

Flat Lining: That sound you hear in the movies just before the doctor shocks somebody. You know the . Just FYI, you can not, repeat can not restart someone's heart when they flat line. It means there is no movement in the heart at all. At least in real life, in fiction however anything can happen.