Prompt: Andy's dad dies and she says he's all I had left and Sam is all like you have me!❤️ Sam comforting Andy in this horrible time
She hasn't said a word in three days.
He sits with her, all day, and all night, hoping maybe it's time, but she stays silent. Her eyes are always wet and dark, her mouth a thin line, looks grim. When she looks at him, he thinks she's looking through him.
But the night it happened, the night she got the call… she screamed. Her body wracked with sobs. She clung to him, never wanting to let go, it seemed. It was like she was trying to crawl inside him to escape.
He'd never forget the way her body went limp when the doctor told her dad was in an accident and the injuries were too severe to save him.
Hit by a drunk driver. That's when she lost it.
And now she's curled up on her couch, staring mindlessly at the home movies Claire had brought her over a year ago.
"Claire, Claire, are you getting this?" A crackled voice comes from the speakers. It doesn't quite sound or look like Tommy, but that's who Sam recognizes it to be. "My baby girls first steps! February 24th 1985, Andrea McNally walks. Look out world!"
On the screen Tommy was holding a onesie clad baby Andy's hands as she stumbled around on her feet, nearly falling every few steps.
"Look at her go. My little girl, future track star."
Sam walks into the room careful not to spook her, but he almost wishes he could. It'd be something more than the removed Andy.
He takes a seat in the middle of the couch, sitting right where her toes end. It takes her a few more minutes before she stretches her legs out on top of him, covering him in the blanket as well.
It's then that he looks up at her face, and sees that she has been crying again. A steady stream of tears have made their way, and are continuing to make their way down her face. Her eyes are no longer cold, but full of lose and sadness.
It's more than he can take, so he shuffles closer, and then pulls her into his lap, holding her tightly. He wishes he knew what to tell her, but he has a feeling there's nothing that can placate her, no words he can offer that would ever help take away her pain.
Her grief is a lot different than his. He pushed it away, thinking it happened, and there's nothing to do now but go on. She… she was drowning in it.
She whimpers a little when the on-screen Tommy scoops his laughing baby up off the ground and blows raspberries on her cheeks, and then her whimper becomes a sob.
She wraps her arms around Sam's neck, burying her face in his neck while he rubs her back, and sinks further into the couch.
"He's gone." She cries, like it's that first night all over again. "He's gone. He was all I had left."
She gets a little more hysterical after the words leave her mouth, and he kisses her head and tells her she's wrong.
Her crying doesn't quiet immediately, but she couldn't keep going like that forever, so eventually her tears were silent again.
"You have me." She hears him whisper into her hair. "I promise, you will always have me."
