A/N: I had this saved on my computer and didn't know where to go with it. It's more of a drabble, and I figured why not to share it as is.
Standing in the corner while the doctors and nurses worked on his physical body was eerie for Sam. Never in a million years would he imagine being shot with the love of his life looking on. At least, until she was kicked out so the doctors could have him wheeled up to surgery.
He thought he might be dreaming, but this felt more real watching everyone go throughout their duties in the hospital like the bodies they worked on were no more than a truck being put together on a manufacturing line.
Cold
Empty
White and blue cotton sheets wrapped around his lower body.
Clear
Sparkly
Sights of snow falling out the hospital's large windows.
Next thing he knew he was standing in the waiting room watching her. She was seated beside Traci and Steve looking worn down, more so than Sam had ever seen her look. He thought he saw Nick sitting away from the group, and was surprised he wasn't sitting next to Andy.
Of course, Sam had the sense that Andy opened up to him in that ambulance. Details were fuzzy from the time he got shot til he found himself watching his body being worked on at Memorial.
He felt like he wasn't ready to leave the physical world just yet. Like there was some sort of unfinished business, or maybe an unfinished life he had yet to live.