Andy waited patiently outside the er of the hospital, hoping that Jr. was
going to be okay. And he just hoped that after this, Jr. would finally
listen to someone and go get some professional help with this.
"Andy! Is he okay?" Rita said, running in.
"I don't know, the doctor hasn't told me anything, yet," he replied.
"Well, what happened?"
"I don't know. We were at the crime scene, Jr. goes to see if he can find any clues on the DOA, and all of a sudden I see him get a sick look on his face and then hit the ground like a rock."
Rita quietly gasped. "Oh my god. I just hope-"
"He's going to be fine," Andy interrupted.
Rita silently nodded as she looked down at her hands, her eyes getting filled with tears.
"Uh, Detective Sipowitz?" a doctor said coming out of the er.
Andy suddenly stood up, along with Rita. "Yeah, how is he?"
"Well, we got him stabilized, but he's going to have to stay in the hospital for about a week or so."
"What?! I though he just fainted?" Rita commented.
"Well, yes, he did, but there's reasons why. Tests showed that he's barely slept but maybe about twelve hours over the past five days, he's barely eaten anything at all, and he's been emotionally stressed out to the point where he was close to having a heart attack. Do you know what might have caused all this?"
"Yeah. His dad died last week. They were pretty close and he was the only family left," Andy said, hiding the fact about him committing suicide.
"I see. Well that would do it."
"Uh, doctor, can I see him?"
"I'm afraid he's going to need all the rest he can get for now. Why don't you come back tomorrow?"
"I can't. I won't wake him, I just need to see him for myself. You know, see that he's okay. Please?"
The doctor hesitated and sighed. "Allright but only for a few minutes."
"Thank you."
A couple of minutes later, she entered the room where Jr. was, and took in his sleeping form. He had an iv set up to him, and an oxygen tube on his nose, which the doctor had said that since he was close to the heart attack zone, he wanted to make sure that he got enough oxygen to help him stay comfortable.
She slowly walked over to his bed, and gently took his hand, giving it a soft kiss. She wiped a tear from her eye and continued to look at him with love and hope.
"Don't you dare give up, John. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, don't you know that? I want to get married, I want to have children, and grandchildren. I want to have that fantasy of being able to be old and gray and sitting on the porch swing watching our grandchildren play. Please fight for us, John. Your dad wouldn't want you like this. He would want you to try and go on with your life. There are people who love you and care about you, and we don't want to see you get hurt. And don't feel you don't have a family anymore, because you do. You have everyone at the squad rooting for you. We all care about you. Especially Andy and me. So please don't give up. Please!"
"Don't worry," Andy said, entering. "If it's the John we know, he'll fight as hard as he can. I can promise you that. We just have to have faith in him."
"I know. And I do. More than anything."
Both Rita and Andy then sat there silently by his bedside as he continued to sleep, both silently saying a prayer, hoping that Jr. would pull through- both physically and emotionally.
TBC..
"Andy! Is he okay?" Rita said, running in.
"I don't know, the doctor hasn't told me anything, yet," he replied.
"Well, what happened?"
"I don't know. We were at the crime scene, Jr. goes to see if he can find any clues on the DOA, and all of a sudden I see him get a sick look on his face and then hit the ground like a rock."
Rita quietly gasped. "Oh my god. I just hope-"
"He's going to be fine," Andy interrupted.
Rita silently nodded as she looked down at her hands, her eyes getting filled with tears.
"Uh, Detective Sipowitz?" a doctor said coming out of the er.
Andy suddenly stood up, along with Rita. "Yeah, how is he?"
"Well, we got him stabilized, but he's going to have to stay in the hospital for about a week or so."
"What?! I though he just fainted?" Rita commented.
"Well, yes, he did, but there's reasons why. Tests showed that he's barely slept but maybe about twelve hours over the past five days, he's barely eaten anything at all, and he's been emotionally stressed out to the point where he was close to having a heart attack. Do you know what might have caused all this?"
"Yeah. His dad died last week. They were pretty close and he was the only family left," Andy said, hiding the fact about him committing suicide.
"I see. Well that would do it."
"Uh, doctor, can I see him?"
"I'm afraid he's going to need all the rest he can get for now. Why don't you come back tomorrow?"
"I can't. I won't wake him, I just need to see him for myself. You know, see that he's okay. Please?"
The doctor hesitated and sighed. "Allright but only for a few minutes."
"Thank you."
A couple of minutes later, she entered the room where Jr. was, and took in his sleeping form. He had an iv set up to him, and an oxygen tube on his nose, which the doctor had said that since he was close to the heart attack zone, he wanted to make sure that he got enough oxygen to help him stay comfortable.
She slowly walked over to his bed, and gently took his hand, giving it a soft kiss. She wiped a tear from her eye and continued to look at him with love and hope.
"Don't you dare give up, John. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, don't you know that? I want to get married, I want to have children, and grandchildren. I want to have that fantasy of being able to be old and gray and sitting on the porch swing watching our grandchildren play. Please fight for us, John. Your dad wouldn't want you like this. He would want you to try and go on with your life. There are people who love you and care about you, and we don't want to see you get hurt. And don't feel you don't have a family anymore, because you do. You have everyone at the squad rooting for you. We all care about you. Especially Andy and me. So please don't give up. Please!"
"Don't worry," Andy said, entering. "If it's the John we know, he'll fight as hard as he can. I can promise you that. We just have to have faith in him."
"I know. And I do. More than anything."
Both Rita and Andy then sat there silently by his bedside as he continued to sleep, both silently saying a prayer, hoping that Jr. would pull through- both physically and emotionally.
TBC..