Once they got to Rittenhouse, Andy had to undergo emergency surgery to try and fix the damage caused by the bullet. Lu was one of the surgeons operating on her.

Lana, still dismayed by the whole situation, asked one of the nurses to cover the phone as she stood outside of the operating room. She wanted to be there when Andy came out.

Remembering Andy laying in the ambulance revealing the Les had raped her, Lana began tearing up. She didn't know what she'd do if Andy didn't make it through this.

The squeaking noise of the door opening caught Lana's attention. It was Lu. Before Lana even opened her mouth, Lu answered her.

"Andy's okay. She's stable for now." She snapped her bloody gloves off, one after the other. "That was the easy part. Now she has a long road of recovery ahead of her." Seeing that Lana was upset, Lu wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "Don't worry. Andy's the strongest person I know. If anyone can overcome this, she can."


About an hour after her surgery, Andy finally woke up in the ICU.

It took her a few seconds to realize where she was. Forgetting about her stomach, she tried to sit up. Pain shot through her body as she fell back down.

Andy lifted up the blanket that was covering her and looked at her stomach. She had a bunch of stitches where the bullet had pierced her skin. Just looking at her wound made it hurt even more. She placed the blanket back down and stared at the ceiling.

Andy's thoughts revolved around the circumstances that put her here in the first place. She painfully relived last night. Les had flipped out and he started punching her. After only a few well-aimed hits, Andy was on the floor begging him to stop. She had felt so degraded. Then the real nightmare happened. As if to show that Andy had no power whatsoever, Les forced her onto her back and got on top of her.

Andy started sobbing as she remembered how violent and excruciating the pain was. She had never before felt so violated by anyone, much less someone that she was so close to.

As Andy buried her face in her hands, someone sat down on the bed next to her. Still crying, she stiffened up.

"It's okay baby," the woman sensed Andy's discomfort, "it's Lana."

Once Andy realized that it was her friend, she put her head in Lana's lap and continued weeping.

"It's alright baby," Lana assured her, silent tears running down her face in empathy of her friend. "Let it all out. Lana's here."

Andy did just that. For an hour, she just lay in Lana's lap letting her tears run dry.