A/N: I am so sorry it took so long to update guys, after watching this week's episode I really got into making my youtube vids, and ended up completely blanking on this story. This chapter's kinda short, cause I'm building up to the fluffy stuff aha…

Thanks for hanging in there with my guys! :)

DISCLAIMER : As much as I hate to admit it, I do not own the smouldering Sam Swarek or the rest of Rookie Blue.

Chapter 20 – Broken.

Every head shot up to peer at the doctor, who stood in admiration of the coppers who were clearly worried about their co-worker.

"It's about Officer Swarek." she stated to the room.

Both Jerry and Frank jumped to their feet, as did Oliver who took Andy by the hand and led her alongside them to the doctor.

I can't. I can't do this. Andy admitted to herself, although her feet continued to direct her to the doctor.

"Okay, Officer Swarek lost a lot of blood but we have managed to stop the bleeding. The next 24 hours will be critical and he is not likely to wake up soon due to the anaesthetic. He also broke three ribs and has had stitches put in place on the wound above his eyebrow. His body seems to be reacting well…"

She was cut off by Jerry "He's gonna be okay, right?"

"The outcome looks good, but like I said the next 24 hours will be critical."

Frank, Jerry and Oliver nodded in response, somewhat relieved.

"Wh…When can we see him?" Andy's asked quietly.

"We can only allow one of you in to sit with him"

Andy looked around at Frank and Jerry, who nodded. She then turned to face Oliver "You'll be the first person he wants to see Andy, go…" he told her before gently pushing her forward to the doctor.

"Okay, follow me" the doctor ordered as she slowly turned back to the double doors.

Andy began to follow her, before turning back to face the three and mouthing "Thank you."

I can't do this, she told herself once again, as she followed the doctor through the small hallways.

You have to do this; Sam would be here in a second if it was you lying in that bed. The voice in her head retorted.

I know, I know.

"I must warn you Officer" the doctor's voice interrupted her mental debate, "It will look worse than what it is. The wires and machines he is hooked up to are only precautionary and the bruises on him are mainly superficial injuries." They reached a white door and the doctor turned to face Andy "You ready?"

Andy was too frightened to muster a sentence and instead she silently nodded her head in reply. The doctor gently pushed opened the door for Andy to enter "If you need anything the nurses are right outside." Andy once again nodded before making her way into the room and quietly closing the door behind her, before turning to face him.

"Oh Sam" she whispered, walking over to stand above his bed as her eyes filled with tears.

It was clear that the dimly lit room where they had been held captive had hid the seriousness of Sam's injuries. He looked broken. Nothing like the man that had saved Andy so many times.

He looked as though he was sleeping in the small hospital bed. He had no clothing on the upper half of his body and the sheet covering him was only brought up to his waist, leaving all bruises visible to the eye. His rib area was a sea of purple and blue as the bruises continued to develop, superficial injuries, she repeated the doctor's words to herself. Her eyes crept up to see his face. The wound above his eyes looked cleaner than what Andy remembered from the dim room, and she gently trailed her finger over it just like she had done earlier that evening. Her eyes rose to the crown of his head. A small area of his thick hair had been shaven away for the surgery and Andy could now see the staples that had been put in place. How could I have not noticed that? No wonder his hair had been covered in so much blood. I'm supposed to be a cop for Christ sake. She shook her head, ashamed at herself. She ran her fingers through his hair softly, once again like she had done earlier that evening.

She placed herself down in the chair and placed her elbow on the edge of the bed, resting her head in her hand. She turned his hand over with her spare hand, so that his palm was now facing the ceiling. She began trailing small circles in his palm as her eyes rested on his face. He looked peaceful. Content. As though he would wake up with a sarcastic comment any time now. Andy fought back against the tears; I need to be strong for him now. He needs me. She told herself.

Her thoughts remained blank for a few minutes, keeping her eyes firmly placed upon his face and continuing to draw invisible circles in his palm. Why didn't I just agree with him? I knew exactly what he meant when he said Anton was right. I should have agreed, not let him slip away without telling him. What happens now? If he doesn't wake up, he's never going to know. Never going to know how much I need him. How much I look forward to riding with him every day. How much I love our pathetic arguments. How much I need his stupid jokes or sarcastic comments. How much I really do care about him. He's it for me. I didn't have a chance to tell him.

Once again tears began to form; she shook her head in an attempt to shake them off and looked at the clock in their room. 11.15 pm, one hell of a long day. She folded her arms on the edge of the bed, keeping a firm grip on his hand, and rested her head on them. Her gaze fell upon his face once again, and within a few minutes sleep took hold of her.