She felt cold. Her tears were meaningless, she knew that no matter how much she cried it wouldn't block out the pain, or even bring them back for that matter. When she had calmed down she asked Lance how long she had been here and who had visited her. He told her that her family came in everyday to check-up on her, but as the doctors said that she wouldn't wake up for a while they left to stay at Andrea's flat. Lance explained that people from work dropped in and out, and that she had been unconscious for a week. Andrea asked Lance to leave, saying that she was tired. Once he had gone she turned the light near her bed out and sunk down into her warm blankets, feeling the softness of the fabric reminded her of the times with Neil. His shirts were soft, with his silk ties and his leather belt. She wanted Neil now, to hold her and to say that everything will be fine. After what seemed like an hour of thoughts and wishes Andrea began to feel generally tired. She sunk down further and rested her head on the pillows.
The lights shone though, bright as ever. She felt asmall and dull weight on her legs, not moving too much to she what it was she guessed that it was a coat. belonging to whom? She lifted her head up slightly. Seeing a man looking out of the large wondow to the left of her. She instantly recognised him, but wasn't too sure.
"Neil?" He spun around on his heels, seeing him took Andrea back a bit. The last time she spoke to him or even the last him she had seen him during their argument. Andrea was deeply sorry to the pain she had caused Neil - and seeing his face he was in a lot of pain, but not because of their argument, but because that if she had died the last acquaintance they had was a verbal fight. He gulped and walked slowly towards her, no-one dared speak, no-one knew what to say. He became closer and sat on the chair near her bed.
" How are you feeling. Lance said that you had woken up so the Super sent me down to be sure." Andrea smiled looking down. She knew that Neil was lying, she knew that Neil anted to see her and wanted a good and reasonable excuse to. For a moment Neil facing her looked down, her hand was resting on her stomach, and she swore that she had seen Neil's hand move closer. She wanted to break the silence.
"How's everyone else?" Neil glanced back up and turned his head to the side like a confused puppy. "Andrea…" Neil sighed. He wanted to tell her but at the same time wanted to run as far as he could. He continued before Andrea lost interest. "Andrea I'm sorry for being like I was…" "Horrible?" She questioned, Neil smiled.
"No, I didn't want the last… I wouldn't want our last moment - if you had died - to be an argument." Neil was really trying hard to say the dreaded "s" word, men didn't like that word. So Andrea said it for him,
"Sorry?"
Neil bowed his headonce again, sighing he mumbled something under his breath, when he lifted his head up she saw a confused Andrea. So he said it louder, but it wasn't enough - Andrea just shook her head. So he said it once more.
"I'm sorry…" Andrea's sprits lifted, "I'm sorry for shouting at you, it wasn't your fault that I didn't get a result for that Morris case then DCI rubbing it in my face, in the front of CID. But Andrea I needed someone to blame, and you were the closest target. After I shouted at you, and broke it off I went home - only for the DCI to call, I thought that it was to rub it in more…" Neil stood, he couldn't face Andrea. He found it nearly impossible to see her facial expressions. He played with his fingers, "If I knew that he was about to tell me that you had been injured along with others, and some had already died, I would have been there in a shot." Neil turned around and saw Andrea holding a glass of water, she glanced up at him for a second then gave her attention to the hospital floor. Neil knew that the point the wanted to make wasn't going into her mind, so he took a deep breath and sat down. This time on the bed. "Andrea I would have been there in a shot - I still care about you." Andrea giggled sarcastically,
"So you always say Neil, but you never prove it… do you?" Neil dropped his head again,"Well it's true Neil, as soon as it gets a little too close for comfort you from me like a hot plate! You only talk to me when you want to and when I want to talk to you I need an appointment." Andrea held Neil's face, she lifted it to her eye level. "You see Neil this relationship is one sided, and I preferred that we just stayed work mates. Nothing more." Neil's face turned form a troubled teenager to a sick puppy. A love sick puppy. For a while Neil tried to reason with her, but she had made up her mind - and when she got a little bit too stressed a nurse asked him to leave. To Neil it was the end… to Andrea it was the beginning, but little did she know that the only person she could count on was the only person she told to stay away.
"Good morning, it's six o'clock on a sunny Wednesday and I hope that all of you are going to have a fine day!" The radio blasted in the morning, Andrea was starting to regret buying an alarm radio, but right now she had to have a shower and get dressed.
It was two weeks after she left hospital and two and a half weeks since she had spoken to Neil. But she had to stop thinking about him and get on with her life, she knew that there was no chance he'll leave his family for her so there was no point to have a relationship with her, especially when he treated her badly. But that was enough about Neil, she was going to be late for work.
She pulled her car up into the nearest parking space, as she lent backwords to grab her bag off the back seat she felt a large pain in her chest. She was starting to regret coming back to work so soon, but she was here now and she had a job to do.