AN: Sorry about the two week disappearance! Like I mentioned before, I had some practicum to do for school, which went excellently but took up huge amounts of my time, so there was no time to write! Here's chapter 9!

Chapter 9

"You can get out here," Oliver said to Andy as he pulled to a stop in front of the main hospital doors, "I'll go park and find you, okay?"

Andy hesitated.

Oliver pressed the button to unlock the doors and Andy looked at him. "Oliver, what if-"

"You won't know until you go see him," Oliver said.

Right," Andy said. She opened the door, stepped out and looked back at Oliver.

"Go McNally," he said gently.

She nodded and shut the door before hurrying into the hospital. She made her way to the front desk.

"Can I help you?" asked the lady behind the counter.

"I'm looking for Sam Swarek?" Andy asked, "He was brought in earlier. He was in a car accident?"

"Can you spell that?" she asked, snapping her gum casually, positioning her fingers over her keyboard.

"S, W, A, R, E, K," Andy said, "Sam."

"And what is your relation to him?" she asked.

"I got a phone call about him," Andy said, "I'm an emergency medical contact."

She surveyed Andy behind her glasses and chewed her gum slowly. "What's your name?"

"Andy McNally," Andy said, leaning onto the counter, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Uh huh," she said, tapping it into her computer, "Oh I see you," she said, "Okay. He's in the OR right now. Up on the third floor. You can go up to the family waiting room and I'll call up to say you're here. When they have the chance, someone will come out to update you."

Andy nodded slowly. "Okay, thank you," she said.

"Mhm," she replied, snapping her gum again.

Andy made her way to the elevators and tapped her toe impatiently as she waited. She found the family waiting room. She sent Oliver a quick text to say where she was and decided to call Traci.

"Hey," Traci's voice answered on the third ring "How's the date?"

"Not happening," Andy said, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the other family members.

"What do you mean?" Traci demanded, "Andy! He's a nice guy. Did you blow him off?"

"Sam's in the hospital," Andy said, sitting down heavily on a chair. She ran a hand through her hair and heaved a sigh, "I'm an emergency contact I guess, so they called me and I had to come in," she said.

"Oh God," Traci said, "Is he okay? What happened?"

"Car accident," Andy shrugged, "I don't know how he is," she said, "I'm at the hospital now."

"Do you want me to come and wait with you?" Traci asked.

"No," Andy shook her head, "You have Leo this week. And Oliver is here anyways."

"Do you want me to call Marlo?" Traci asked.

Andy hesitated. She chewed on her lip. "No, I'll call her once I know something," Andy said, "I'm sure she'll want to know what happened."

"Yeah," Traci said, "Okay, well keep me posted? If you need a ride home, just let me know."

"Will do," Andy said. The door opened and her eyes shot up to see Oliver walk in. He walked over to her and sat beside her.

"Do you want me to call anyone?" Traci offered again.

"It's okay Trace," she said as the door opened again. A man came in dressed in scrubs with a surgical cap on his head.

"Swarek?" he asked.

"Gotta go," Andy said, pushing herself to her feet. She hung up and walked over to the doctor with Oliver right behind her.

"You're here for Sam Swarek?" asked the doctor.

"Yeah, I'm Andy," Andy offered a hand which he shook, "This is Oliver."

The doctor shook Oliver's hand as well. "I'm Doctor Bukowski," he said, "I have Sam in surgery right now."

"How is he?" Andy asked, "What's going on?"

"He's doing okay," he said, "He came in with a pretty bad laceration on his lower abdomen that was bleeding heavily so we went in and repaired that and made sure there was no damage to his internal organs. He had a compound fracture of his left forearm, so we set the bones and stitched him up. There's a bit of swelling in his brain too, so he's on some medication to see if we can control that. He has a few other superficial cuts and scrapes too. There isn't any other way of knowing anything else until he wakes up."

"But he will be okay?" Andy asked.

"He'll be pretty bruised and sore, but his prognosis is looking good, after a little time of course," the doctor said, "He's in recovery now. Would you like to see him?"

"Yes please," Oliver said, wrapping his arm around Andy's shoulders.

"Just so you know, he lost a lot of blood, so he looks pretty pale right now," the doctor said, "But we have him on a transfusion and an antibiotic IV, so he should be looking better soon. Unfortunately, due to the possible concussion and the swelling in the brain, we're keeping him unconscious so that the swelling can go down."

Andy nodded, chewing on her thumbnail nervously.

"Would you still like to go back to see him?" the doctor asked.

"Please," Oliver repeated, nodding. He placed a hand on Andy's back, guiding her after the doctor.

They walked down long hallways that all looked the same before finally coming to a halt outside of a room.

"Are you ready?" asked the doctor.

Andy nodded and bit the inside of her cheek as the doctor lead the way in and pulled back the curtain to reveal Sam. Bruises and dried blood colored his pale skin as he lay motionless on a hospital bed. Wires and lines were coming off of him and there was a monitor that was beeping every time his heartbeat. Andy felt her stomach swoop and she hesitantly walked across the room towards him. "Can I-" she started.

"Touch him?" asked the doctor, "Yeah, you can."

Andy brought her hand down to his forehead gently and pushed his hair back from his face. "What the hell happened?" she asked, glancing sideways at Oliver.

He shrugged. "No idea McNally. I could give Frank a call and see what he knows?"

"Yeah," Andy said, nodding, "Yeah, good idea."

"Hey Andy," Oliver said as he pulled out his cell phone and turned to leave the room.

"Oliver?" she asked.

"You might want to call Cruz," he said with a slight frown.

"I will," Andy said, her hand sliding off of Sam and onto the pillow above his head. She pulled chair to the side of the bed once Oliver was gone and took a seat.

"Do you need anything?" the doctor asked.

"No," Andy said, "I'm okay. Thank you."

He gave her a smile and then slipped out of the room.

Andy wrapped her fingers around Sam's right hand, where it was resting on his stomach and propped her elbow on the edge of the bed and rest her head in her hand. Her eyes were on his face and there was an unsettled feeling in her stomach.

When Oliver returned, she looked up at him.

"Frank said that he didn't know about it yet," Oliver said, "But he'd look into it. Make a few calls and get back to me." He pulled a chair up to the other side of Sam's bed and leaned back, "So we'll just wait for now."

Andy nodded silently, eyes flickering back down to Sam.

Oliver cleared his throat. "So why are you so dressed up McNally?" he asked.

Andy glanced up at him. "I had a date," Andy said, shrugging, "And then I got the call that Sam was here."

"Oh. Well you can go if you want to," Oliver said, looking at her closely, "I'll be here and in case anything happens, I'll give you a call."

Andy chewed on the inside of her lip, eyes on Sam. She shook her head after a moment. "No, it's okay. I don't really want to be anywhere else right now."

AN: Tadaaa! Sorry if it wasn't very good... I sorta lost my muse while I was working in the hospital for these past two weeks! I should get it back soon though, don't worry! Let me know what you thought about this sorta filler-y chapter.