ANDY'S POV

I get Emberly on the concrete floor, checking for a pulse. Not feeling one, I use my fingers to scoop the vomit out of her throat. Once I have her airway clear, I begin CPR.

30 compressions, 2 breaths.

Over and over.

I don't know how many times I repeat the cycle, checking her for a pulse regularly. I keep forcing air into her lungs and crushing her ribs, feeling several crack and even break under my weight. I feel her neck again, and this time I feel a pulse. I push her into the recovery position on her side, collapsing heavily by her side.

It's the first time I get a good look at her. She is skin and bones, skinnier than she was when she was fighting cancer. Her skin is a yellowish white and nearly translucent. Her once C-cup chest is now flat, all muscle simply gone. I can't pull my eyes away from her frail body, even after the paramedics arrive and load her on a gurney, covering her with a thick charcoal colored blanket.

I should feel relieved, but I am consumed with fear. The chaos around me doesn't register in my mind. My eyes are glued to Emberly as the medics start an IV and hook her up to the portable monitor resting by her feet. They secure the straps over her, and begin to wheel her away. I don't feel like I can move, my mind just isn't working right anymore.

Someone hauls me to my feet, and begins guiding me out of the god awful facility. As I'm being escorted out, I watch the people who had been in the room getting arrested. Time has slowed down and everything is in slow motion. I watch members of a swat team taking down the 'doctor'. My focus drifts back to the exit as I'm gently shoved through the door. I'm too numb to protest at all.

The person guiding me takes me to the ambulance where Emberly is unconscious. I manage to sit in one of the available seats, my eyes finding my wife's nearly unrecognizable face. My escort is speaking to the paramedics. Bits of the conversation drift to me and I'm able to snap back to reality.

"Is she stable enough to take straight to Tarper-Eden in Georgia?" I recognize Ashley's voice easily. He must've been the one who got me out of the building.

"Her vitals are all stable. We won't be able to determine her brain function until she wakes up." The female paramedic replies.

"Her next of kin is who will need to decide where to take her." The male paramedic chimes in. I feel the three pairs of eyes settle on me.

"I don't think he's in a state of mind-"

"Take her to Georgia. Get her out of this godawful state." I interrupt Ashley. I bring my gaze up to meet theirs. Everyone accepts my decision and we immediately get under way. Ashley has claimed the seat across from me, while both paramedics are up front. They trust Ashley to keep Em alive until we get there. I drop my gaze again, unable to look at the girl on the gurney. Ashley lets me sit in silence, and I'm incredibly grateful. I lean my head back and close my eyes.

The silence only lasts for a minute or two before the sobs break free of my chest, echoing in the small cabin.

EMBERLY'S POV

I am at peace in the darkness. It's calm here, and I don't mind the solitude. I am reliving all of the memories Andy and I share, starting with the day he met and I passed out on the ward. I feel like if I reached out I could touch him. I can feel his laughter vibrating in my chest. I can smell his intoxicating scent. And now, I can hear his gut-wrenching sobs. They sound like they're right beside me. But they aren't from my memory. These sobs are real.

I want to comfort him, so I follow the sound. I begin to become more aware of other sounds around me, like the beeping of a monitor. I come back into my body, feeling something covering my mouth and nose. The backs of my eyelids transition from the pitch black to a subdued red that signifies the bright light that I'll be met with once I open my eyes.

I manage to squint, allowing myself to adjust to the light. Then, I open them fully. I'm met with blinding white. Adjusting my gaze, I take in my surroundings. I recognize the inner layout of an ambulance. I can hear the siren blaring outside, but it's masked by the sobs that brought me back. My eyes lock onto the one person I've been dying to see for the last month and a half.

Andy has his head in his hands and his body is shaking with each cry that escapes his lips. He hasn't noticed me yet. I dart my eyes to my other side and see Dr. Purdy doing paperwork. He hasn't noticed me yet, either.

Rolling my head towards Andy, I stiffly lift my hand up to my face and pull away the oxygen mask, ignoring the pinch of the IV. I'm not sure how trustworthy my voice is right now, but I need to let the love of my life know he doesn't need to cry for me.

"Andy." It's so quiet that neither of the men hear me. I try again. "Andy." Although extremely hoarse, my voice is loud enough to be heard this time. Andy snaps his head up so fast I'm concerned about whiplash. His crystal clear blue eyes boar into mine.

"Say that again." He commands quietly. "I need to know that I heard you."

"Andy, I'm ok." I assure him, smiling slightly. Tears pour down his face again, but a huge smile has joined them.

He's crying happy tears.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't been as consistent with updating as I would have liked. I'm dealing with a lot of health issues right now. I've been back on the mainland for less than 6 months and it's honestly been a lot to deal with. Anyways, this is the last installment of the series and I already have another fic planned for when I finish this one. I want to finish strong with this story though because although some parts have been rushed, I have truly enjoyed writing it. Comment and vote and tell your friends if you think they'd enjoy this story! I'm hoping to have the next chapter up by next friday. That's all I've got for now. I hope you all have a good week!