Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Rookie Blue or anything that has to do with it aside from my personal DVDs. I do however happen to have over 50 pairs of shoes.
Chapter One
Andy stood there staring at Sam's nearly lifeless body. It was like she wasn't there, like this entire moment wasn't real. She could see the doctors hovering over Sam and could hear their voices but they sounded so far off and distant. The machines were beeping and she swore she heard someone say "crash cart" but she just kept on staring until one of the nurses began to lead her out of the room.
Without even knowing, it she began to scream. "NO! SAM! SAM! NO!" she screamed so loud her voice was hoarse. The nurse led her towards the waiting area where the rest of 15 Division was anxiously waiting.
"No, I can't be out there with them. Not right now" she whispered to the nurse. The nurse turned and gave her a sad smile and led her to an empty exam room. She came back a few moments later with tissues and a cup of water. Traci followed her in and sat down beside Andy, putting her arm around her shoulders. Neither said anything to one another and they both cried. Andy cried for Sam, the love of her life that she technically didn't even have back, and may never get to. Traci cried not only for Andy and Sam, but for Jerry. She knew what Andy was going through and she knew what would happen if Sam was out of miracles; how that would make Andy feel. Thinking back on her own pain, she wouldn't wish anyone to feel the way she felt when Jerry was murdered. Now she was reliving it with Andy. While Traci had begun dating Steve Peck, she would still give just about anything to have Jerry in her arms again.
"Nick" Andy whispered.
"What? Andy what are you talking about?" replied Traci.
"Nick. It was good, we were happy. Then Sam told me that all he wanted was for me to be happy. He couldn't stay there with me and him. He screwed it up and I moved on. Traci, if I hadn't of been with Nick, Sam wouldn't have been shot. Now he may die and I've hurt everyone and it's all my fault. What if he dies Trace?" Andy said as tears ran down her face.
Cupping Andy's hands in hers, Traci looked her in the eyes and said, "Andy, none of this is your fault. No matter what happens, it is not your fault. You and Sam were both seeing other people. That didn't get him shot. I can't tell you he is going to be alright, not after Jerry. We both know this could go either way, but we have to have faith that he will be okay. He's Sam Swarek, he doesn't play by anyone's rules and I believe in my heart that he will do everything he possibly can to come back to you, Andy. He loves you and has always loved you and you know this and he knows that you love him too. We have to be strong for him."
"I can't be strong right now Trace."
"I know, but you were there for me and I am here for you, no matter what."
They continued to sit in silence in the exam room, with its glowing fluorescent lights and un-pulled curtains tucked beside each bed. The only sound in the room was the second hand ticking away on the clock, like a sinister countdown to finding out the unknown when you're not sure you want the answer.