When I walked as far as my feet could take me, I looked up slowly, frightened and shocked by what I was seeing. . . It wasn't what I had expected at all. . .
There he was, lying on the hospital bed. He looked completely . . . Normal. Minus the bandages on his chest.
I couldn't find anything wrong with him. Nothing looked out of place. He just looked like Chuck.
He opened his resting eyes and slowly looked over at me. . .
"You're awake. . ." I sighed, sitting down at his bedside.
"Are you Sarah?" He asked softly. It was the same voice I was used to hearing say my name, but the inflection was different. . . Chuck was different.
I nod and stifle a sob. "Yeah, I'm Sarah."
"Ellie told me me about you. She said you were gonna come see me. She said we were friends."
"Yeah Chuck, we're friends. . . Actually you're my best friend." My own words brought on a fresh sting of pain.
I could see the disorientation in his eyes and in the way he moved. I couldn't imagine what it must've been like for him. . . Waking up in a strange place, in pain for a reason you didn't even know. . . And being inside of a body, that is so much different than what you are used to. . .
Because all he remembered was being a child. . . He remembered nothing of the man he was. . . The man I love.
"The doctor said you could go home tomorrow."
"Good." Chuck sighed. "I don't like hospitals, or doctors really. I'm afraid of needles."
I laughed softly and a few tears fell. "I know."
"Oh yeah, sorry. . . I guess you'd know that already." Chuck smiled shyly and then winced in pain.
"Do you feel okay?" I ask concerned.
"Yeah it's just my shoulder kinda hurts." He said quietly and then closed his eyes.
"Are you tired?"
"Kinda. But I just woke up, so I think I should be awake right?" He grinned.
"Well Chuck, you've been through a lot today. . . I think you should get some rest." I said getting up to leave.
"Okay. . . " Chuck seemed slightly afraid to fall back asleep in the hospital room full of needles.
"I'll be here when you wake up."
"Thanks." I helped him get into a more comfortable position and he fell asleep quickly. . .
While I sat and watched over him as he slept, I began thinking more like a CIA agent, and one question outweighed all of the others in my mind . . . What about the Intersect?