The Life of a Spy: A Chuck Fanfiction

Chapter 26

I woke up four days after that in the hospital. Apparently I had to have plastic surgery to fix a lot what Evan did. I got skin grafts on my shoulder, removing the burn from the blowtorch and his autograph. I also had to have them on my feet because the burns were so bad. I also had to have surgery to have my nose fixed. Stitches were required to close a lot of the cuts he made with the knives and scalpels.

I was on a crap ton of antibiotics to fight any potential infections. They were afraid I might have lead poisoning because he never removed the bullets from my legs.

I also had to have a blood transfusion because I'd lost so much just from him cutting into my body. He was skilled enough not to hit any major arteries.

I woke up covered in bandages and strapped to a bed again. The room was empty, and I started to scream and struggle.

Ellie and Casey were the first ones in my room, reassuring me that I was fine. The restraints were only in place to keep me from moving in my sleep.

"Where am I?" I asked as Ellie undid the straps, telling me not move.

"You're in the hospital in Burbank. You're in your own private wing. The NSA basically insisted that this wing be shut down just for you. There are lots of guards, and no one is allowed on this wing without a pass," she replied, and then proceeded to tell me about the surgery and meds I've had.

I was also warned to not be shocked that my hair had been cut short. Between the matted blood that wouldn't wash out, and the burnt ends, it had to be done.

It felt like there wasn't a part of my body that he didn't violate in some way.

John stood by my side, looking afraid to touch me. He filled me in on the Shaw incident. Turns out Shaw gave Evan up when he was bragging. After that, it didn't take much to find me.

"Kat, I don't really know how to say this, but dad's dead," Ellie added, launching into that story.

"Okay," I nodded. I like to think all the medication I was on contributed to my muted response. "Is everyone else okay?"

"Yeah. We're fine," Ellie replied.

"What about Alex?" I knew they'd try to go after her too, especially if they already had me.

"She's fine," John replied. "Morgan got her out of town in time."

"Good," I mumbled. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball, but it was physically impossible with all the bandages. "Um, can I have a minute with John?" I asked Ellie.

"Yeah, of course. The others want to know when they can come see you," she remarked on her way out. She closed the door behind her.

"Did you get him?" I asked.

"Double tapped him in the head," John replied.

"Did you know he and Shaw were besties?" I asked. He made a face. "I'm guessing she knows what I really do for a living?"

"We had to explain the difference between CIA and NSA, but yes."

I squirmed, uncomfortable lying on my back. "Is there any part of me not covered in bandages?" I asked, looking up at him. All I wanted was for him to wrap his arms around me and hold me, but I knew it wasn't going to happen.

"The top of your head, left wrist, and right calf, but it's covered in stitches," John replied.

I reached out a hand for his, finding each finger splinted. I forgot that Evan had broken my fingers on my dominant hand. I started to cry as he gingerly took my hand. His other hand softly stroked my hair. "You're gonna be alright," he told me, sitting down next to the bed.