A/N: Hi guys! So this is my first Rookie Blue fanfic, so please go easy on me! I haven't been writing a lot recently, so this chapter is pretty rusty. Sorry about that. Hopefully my writing will get better as I go on. I just couldn't get the last episode out of my head, so I had to get this out there.
Also, this is set at the end of and after 4x13, so sorry if there are any spoilers!
Also, please let me know what you think of it! Thanks :)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own none of Rookie Blue.
As Sam collapsed to the ground, a bullet lodged in his abdomen, Andy felt as if the bullet had pierced her own heart, and torn it out.
He was the only thing in her mind as she sprinted towards him, against the sea of uniforms that were racing towards Kevin Ford, who was dressed in Oliver's uniform. Nick had almost been shot, but yet he was nothing more than a small thought in the back of her mind. Like always, Sam was occupying her entire brain. He was the only person she was worried about right now.
When she got to his side, he was struggling to get up, the circle of blood on his shirt growing larger with his every movement. "Sam, you have to stay down," she begged, pushing his shoulders back down.
"I don't want to say I told you so, but we got him. We got him." Sam muttered, trying to poke her in the chest to prove that he, once again, had been right. Andy almost smiled at his gesture, but the severity of the situation prevented a smile from ever reaching her face. Sam was hurt, and he needed help, now.
"Sam, please, you have to keep your head down. Please lie still." Running her hand through his hair to keep his head down, she felt tears start coming to her eyes. She began to apply pressure on his abdomen to stop the bleeding. He winced in pain, and she flinched at his reaction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we need to stop the bleeding Sam." He nodded grimly, but still let out a
Finally, after struggling more, Sam relented, and lay on the cold tiles, staring at the ceiling.
She watched as he gasped, not only for air; but also in pain, as the bullet lodged in his side made him feel more than uncomfortable. She looked desperately down, still stroking his hair. It was a small gesture, but for Andy, it was to keep Sam down and also keep her calm.
He sighed, his eyes slightly unfocused as he glanced around the station hallway and the chaos that was going on. But as his eyes settled on Andy's face, they focused, and her face became very clear.
"Andy, I need to tell you something." She tried interrupting him, to tell him to stay down; but he continued on. "I love you. I'm sorry I messed up everything. I'm sorry. If I make it through this, can we please talk about us?"
Tears sprang to Andy's eyes as he spoke. She ran her hand through his hair again. "Sam, it's okay. I love you too. I always have. And you're going to be fine. Please." She smiled at him, and added, "Maybe finally we can have that drink?"
He smiled, knowing at last that he hadn't completely lost her. For the first time in many months, he was completely happy. Even with all the commotion in the station around them, they only had eyes for each other, and all the noise and shouting seemed distant, and far away.
No one but Sam was on Andy's mind right now. Not even Nick, even though he was the one that was almost shot at point-blank range. All she could focus on was the fact that maybe she hadn't lost the one person she had ever truly loved. If only he could hold on. When the medics arrived, she was pushed back so they could work on him. Once on the stretcher, they took off, Andy running right behind, not letting Sam out of her sight. Even as she ran towards Sam, she ran away from Nick, and whatever was beginning to happen between them. The thought flitted through her head, but barely registered, as Sam was still the only one she could think of.
Andy knew that they were racing against time to save Sam, but she knew that they had to win. That they were going to win. There was no losing this race. The ride in the ambulance to the hospital seemed to last an eternity, even though it was only five minutes. It seemed longer, but Kevin Ford had only walked into the station about half an hour ago. So much had happened in that time, and so much would change because of that shot.
Andy sat in the waiting room along with the rest of 15th, waiting on word of Sam's condition. The doctor had told her as they prepped him for surgery that they would update her as much as possible. When she thanked them, he merely smiled. "You're listed as his emergency contact, so of course. You and an Oliver Shaw are listed here." His words stunned her, as she figured that he would've put Marlo down once they started dating. Why was she still on there?
But sitting there was becoming unbearable. Traci and Steve sat across from her, everyone in silence. Nick had been sitting next to her for a while; yet neither of them had spoken. Finally, the tension in the air was too much for Andy. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.
He smiled sadly, looking beaten. "Andy, it's fine." In all of the chaos, Andy had forgotten that he was the one that was going to be shot, before Sam distracted Ford from shooting him at point blank range. What must he be going through?
She sighed, still feeling awful. "No, it's not. I dragged you into a mess when I wasn't sure of my feelings, and you don't deserve that. Even though I thought I knew what I wanted, I really didn't, and that wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it Andy, we both made mistakes." He put his hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. Even with that gesture though, she didn't feel better.
"He's gonna be fine, Andy. I know he will," Traci spoke up for the first time in a long time, giving Andy a smile. Andy had known that she wasn't happy with her sleeping with Nick behind Gail's back, especially when it was obvious she still loved Sam. But they were friends, so of course she was going to stand by Andy.
Once the doctor came out and Frank gave her permission, Andy went solemnly in after the doctor, praying for him to get better. After hours of operations and too many close calls, he was finally out of surgery.
"That's good, right? That he made it through surgery?" Andy was almost jogging to keep up with the surgeon, who was walking unusually fast through the halls.
"Yes, and no," he started. Seeing Andy's face, he continued hastily, "What I mean is that yes, it's great news that he's out of surgery. We almost lost him a few times though, which is what worries me. We still have to monitor him for the next week or so and make sure we got everything fixed up. He came to us in pretty bad condition."
Andy sighed. At least he's alive. "When will he wake up?"
"Hopefully soon, but I don't know for sure. He went through a lot of trauma today; he's going to need a lot of rest. But he will wake up, I promise."
After leaving the doctor, Andy headed back towards her coworkers and Frank. She knew the doctor would explain to him Sam's condition, but she wanted to get back anyways; at least until she could go sit with Sam. She'd fought the doctor to let her in, and he had finally relented, but he told her to report back to Frank and wait a little longer before joining Sam.
"McNally, what's the news?" Frank headed towards Andy as soon as she came back into the waiting room, followed closely by Traci, Steve, and several other officers. The look of concern on Franks face slipped away as she smiled, ever so lightly at him.
"He's gonna make it," she said. Those four words brought her so much peace. Yes he would take a long time to recover, but Sam was going to be alright. She was going to have another chance, hopefully, to make things right with him.
Frank let out a huge sigh of relief, and it was evident how much that news improved his mood. Some of the officers behind him began to hug each other, and Traci walked up and embraced Andy. She smiled as her best friend hugged her tightly.
"Maybe I can fix this huge mess, soon," Andy whispered into Traci's ear, a small smile on her face.
Traci pulled back, and smiled at her. "Let's hope. I think the entire station has gotten sick of the two of you moping around and staring at each other when you think no one's looking." When Andy looked startled, Traci laughed. "Come on Andy, it's not too hard to miss."
"Well, we'll have to talk eventually. There's no avoiding that. Anyways, I'm going to go wait in his room, the doctors are letting me. Is that alright Frank?" she added, knowing she wouldn't be able to do anything without his permission.
Frank looked at her for a moment, and then nodded. "Alright McNally, but I want updates of Sammy's condition every half hour. And you're going to need to go back to the station and return your gun and uniform eventually, alright?"
"Of course, Sir," Andy nodded; relieved she was going to have permission to stay. "I'll let you know all the updates of his condition.
As Frank turned away, Andy turned back to Traci, who started talking again. "Be sure to let me know as well. We can grab food or something when you head back to the station."
Andy smiled. "Thanks Trace, you're the best. And definitely, I'll let you know how he's doing!"
Once Andy was back with Sam in his room, she settled down in the chair directly next to his bed. He looked completely at peace, even though he had just come out of intense surgery. It wasn't very often that Andy saw him resting like this. Even when they had dated, he seemed to always be doing something. It was unnatural to see Sam Swarek laying still in a bed, and it was almost always a bad thing.
Andy reached for his hand that was closest to her, and held it between hers. "I meant everything I said Sam. I love you. And I'll be waiting here until you wake up." She sat up slightly, just enough to kiss his forehead, then sat back down and waited.