"Noah?" Rachel whispered. Noah sat up and winced. The wound was still tender.

"Hey hey hey." Rachel cooed as she gently pushed him back down.

"I'll get a nurse." Lee whispered. Rachel nodded and turned back to Noah.

"How long have I been asleep?" He asked. Rachel smiled.

"You've been asleep for three weeks Noah." A look of surprise flashed across his face, then he nodded.

"Makes sense." He agreed. Then it registered.

"Where's Elle?" The worry in his voice was hard to miss. Rachel sighed.

"We'll see her later." He nodded. Suddenly nurses, a doctor, and Lee, burst through the door. The medical officials swarmed around Noah, taking his blood pressure and taking his temperature. Rachel was overwhelmed as Lee pulled her back from getting in the middle of the doctors' swarm.

"Noah how do you feel?" The doctor asked.

"How do you think?"

"Well Noah we know being in a coma like state for three weeks isn't ideal but how do you feel now? Healthy? Sick? Stressed? Feeling any forms of PTSD?"

"No, I feel fine except for the bullet wound in my side, where in the hell is Elle?" A look of confusion appeared on his face. The door opened and in walked a man in a suit and tie.

"Elle Evans?" He asked

"Yes, is she here?" Noah asked quickly. He was worried about her, his thoughts had been about nothing else but her during the small time he'd been awake. A nurse came around to take out the IV in his arm that had been giving him protein while he was asleep.

"Noah, Elle Evans has been missing since the day you came in for surgery." A look of anger formed on Noah's face.

"What!" He hissed.

"Yes, she's been missing for three weeks. The day you were in surgery, she went home under doctor prescribed sleep orders. Later that afternoon, she was gone. No one knows what happened." The man in the suit said without sympathy.

Noah waited as the lady took out his IV and then jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. There were his clothes from the night he'd escaped with Elle. They were clean no blood stains, he was surprised they didn't cut it off of him when he got into the ambulance. He quickly threw off his hospital gown and pulled on his boxers and jeans. He looked at the scars on his chest for a minute. The bandage around his waist hiding another one, a bigger one. He pulled on his t-shirt and got his phone from the plastic bag as well and unlocked the door. The doctors and Rachel pleaded with him stay but he was hell bent on getting out.

"NOAH!" Noah turned around to see a mirror image of himself, Lee, staring at him angrily.

"What?" He asked coldly.

"You need to stay."

"Why?"

"Your wound needs to heal and then you can go looking for Elle."

"No! That's too long she could be dead by then!"

"Noah, she saved you, can't you let her actions remain permanent!"

"How?" Noah asked. Lee sighed.

"She pulled your shirt off and used it as a bandage."

"All the more reason to go now!" And with that Noah Flynn was gone from the hospital and the face of their earth.

Richard had been angry Eric had taken Elle back to the warehouse. Very angry. Elle was still listening to his very loud lecture about keeping the peace in the Cartel. She wanted to look up of Noah was still asleep or if he'd woken up yet, but the internet wasn't allowed here. She had to turn off all gps's and data. She could turn it all back on with one switch easily. But she wanted to remain helpful until Noah woke up. They had tried to sell her, they didn't want her help, they wanted her as leverage for when Noah came knocking. She'd changed out of her dress and into jeans and a t-shirt. Her door opened. A very bloody looking Eric stepped in.

"We're moving locations."