Wait... That's all she could do. It seemed like hours ago when the nurse told her to leave the room, because they were going to take him into surgery. And now she just sat there. Thinking about the man on the table and what he said to her. The words she wanted to hear for so long. And although he didn't say the actual 3 words, she knew he loved her. Four months ago she gave up on them. She knew he had moved on with Marlo and she was trying to do the same. She was dealing with it. Putting her feelings for Sam far away.
Meaningless, that's what her life was the last months. Nick really made her feel better and she cared about him, but she could never love him like she loved Sam.
And now she let all her feelings back in again. From the moment he got shot she was so scared, so scared to lose the man she loved. And right now she couldn't even be with him when he needed her so much.
'Andy'. Traci was sitting next to her all the time and she barely noticed. 'Andy, Chris offered to get some clothes for you and bring your uniform back to the station'. She nodded and gave him the keys. She looked around and she saw that everyone was still there, comforting each other. Even Noelle came.
'Andrea McNally?' She looked up and saw the doctor standing in the hallway. 'Andrea McNally?' 'Yes, i'm sorry, that's me'. She hurried up to him. The others gathered behind her. ' I'm Andy McNally' she said. 'You were the first on Officer Swarek emergency list, that's why i called you. But i can see that you're all very close to him. Officer Swarek just got out of surgery.' 'How is he?' Frank asked. 'He's fine under circumstances. We were able to remove the two bullets, he lost a lot of blood and we almost lost him, but he's a fighter and he's stable right now. We are moving him to his room, it could take a while when he wakes up but sleep is good for his recovery.
You can all visit him now. '
Andy felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, she didn't know that she could produce so many tears.
Meanwhile the nurse lead them to Sam's room.
She opened the door and what she saw really catched her breath.
There he was, her Sam, laying in this hospital bed, so still and with so many tubes and beeping machines.
It made her feel so scared.
She sits down next to him, holding his hand. She whiped of the tears of her cheeks.
The others all came in on their turn and they all tried to comfort her. Telling her he was going to be fine, that he was a fighter.
Just when it became light outside she fell asleep.
