With Roberts jacket wrapped around her shoulders, Andy allowed herself to be bundled outside wrapped in Roberts arms. A million thoughts a minute were rushing through her mind and her head was pulsating in pain. Robert had left a note with his number on for the current house owners to explain what had happened, he just hoped they were understanding.

Andy saw Maya and Vic standing next to the car, she saw them share a worried look with each other before moving closer to meet them on the pavement.

"Hey, everything okay?" Maya asked rubbing the side of Andy's arm gently but addressing her words to Robert.

"It will be. Er Bishop is it okay if you drive us back to the hospital please? Andy's not feeling great so it's best if we get back there as soon as possible."

"Of course it is, get in."

Andy kept her eyes on the floor, she couldn't do it, she couldn't make eye contact with her friends. She didn't want them to see her like this. She was like a rag doll as Robert moved her in to the back seat before climbing in next to her, again pulling her close to him so she was resting against his shoulder. She closed her eyes wanting to block the car journey out, not wanting anyone to talk to her, but when did she saw her Dad and Ryan and her Mom again. She couldn't shake it off, she rubbed angrily at her eyes, trying to force the images away until Robert gently took her hand and held it in his own rubbing his thumb gently across it.

"It's okay baby," He whispered so only she could hear, "I've got you. I promise, I'm going to make everything okay."

Andy closed her eyes and allowed her husband to love her the way that he had craved, she felt safer here than she had in a long time, but she knew that this battle was only just beginning.

Arriving at the hospital was a blessing for Maya, the car journey had been in silence, she had seen Andy wrapped in Roberts arms in the back as he whispered in her ear and stroked gently down her face. She had allowed her own eyes to shed a tear for her best friend. She couldn't believe Andy had got to such a stage that she would rather be dead than alive and she hadn't seen it. She'd been so wrapped in her own bubble of being Captain and seeing Carina that she hadn't really given Andy a second thought. She knew she was hurting but she just presumed that she had got Robert so she'd be okay. She was determined to help now but she didn't know what to do. She had never been in this position before and was unsure what to say and what Andy needed. She trailed behind her friend as she was guided through the hospital corridors by her husband.

Robert had never been so grateful to see anyone as he was to see Meredith when she appeared in front of them. He could literally feel the energy draining from his wife the further they walked. She had gotten paler and slower and had not spoken at all. He wanted to help her but he knew that now what she needed more than anything was someone who knew what they were doing. A professional.

Meredith didn't speak but signalled to Robert to take Andy into the room and on to the bed. Andy complied with no sounds. She lay down with Roberts jacket still around her shoulders and curled up in a ball on her side, keeping Roberts hand held tightly in her own good one.

"Okay," Meredith began, "I'm going to need to do a quick examination on Andy so if we could clear the room for a while please."

Maya and Vic knew that was meant for them so shuffled out the room, telling Robert they would be in the canteen. Robert looked from the closed door back to Meredith.

"Does that mean me too?"

"That's up to Andy?"

"Stay… please." She answered, her voice croaky and quiet.

"Okay, so Andy, I'm going to need you to turn over for me." Andy obliged, still holding on to Roberts hand, still not making eye contact with anyone. "So first and foremost, oxygen, back on. And this time it stays on okay. Now what's been going on?"

Andy shook her head holding the mask to her face, taking some deep breaths of the oxygen. It felt so good. She closed her eyes and heard Robert begin to speak.

"Well, I found…"

"No." Meredith cut him off, "You can stay but you have to be quiet, sorry Robert. I need to hear this from Andy."

Andy slowly opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling rather than at Meredith.

"I ran away, Robert found me and brought me back."

"What did you run away from?"

"Everything, my life. I can't take it anymore."

"What happened in the fire today?"

Andy glanced at Robert and he gave her a small smile to encourage her to continue.

"I… I sat down, I could see my Dad and Ryan and my Mom and I wanted to be with them and… and I wanted the pain to stop."

Meredith nodded and reached over for Andy's forearm giving it a small squeeze.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel fucking angry and so sad at the same time and I… I just want to stop hurting so much and I'm scared that everyone I love and care for is going to be taken away from me and I'm going to be all alone… And I'm scared that Robert will die too because everyone I love dies and I want to stop the voices in my head that tell me that all this is true and it's all my fault… I don't know, I'm just so lost…"

Robert leaned over and placed a lingering kiss on to Andy's forehead,

"It's okay baby, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere that you aren't." His voice was a whisper but still loud enough for Andy and Meredith to hear.

"Okay." Meredith announced. "What I'm going to suggest is that you talk to someone Andy. I know you're grieving but grief shows itself in many different ways. I need to know you're okay, I need to be sure you won't try something again like you did today. Do you understand?"

Andy nodded her head, wiping angrily at the tears falling from her eyes.

"i'm not usually like this… this isn't me… I don't let things get on top of me… I…"

"Andy, you are not superhuman, as much as you like to think you are. There is only so much we can take before we break, we all have that breaking point. It doesn't make you weak or useless or any of the things you are thinking of yourself right now. The hardest thing to do is ask for help. And you have done that and that shows how strong you are. That you know that you need help. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I… I've only been married a few weeks and look at me. I'm so sorry Robert, I never meant to let you down."

"Don't you dare Andy." Robert scolded her, "You havent let me down and you never would. You're the bravest person I know."

"You have enough of your own problems with your legs and and the other things, you need me to be there for you, not like this."

"Andy just stop. Take a breath. We need each other, now and always. That's what marriage is, a partnership, where we look out for and look after each other. I'm not going to walk away because things get a bit tough. We will come out stronger together the other side. You will get through this and you will think there's light at the end of the tunnel, even though now it might seem a long way away. We do this, we do everything together. Okay?"

Andy nodded and allowed herself to believe in what Robert was telling her.

Meredith smiled, "You have a good one here Andy. Not many of us find a good one, so you make sure you keep fighting for each other. Right, I'm going to get the nurse to come and give you some painkillers for that arm and to redress it and put your drip back in and while they do that, I'm going to sort out someone for you to talk to okay?"

Andy nodded, her eyes wide with fear as she took deep breaths on the oxygen mask.

"It's okay Andy, it's just talking, but you will feel so much better in the long run. I promise, now get some rest, I'll be back later."

Andy closed her eyes as Meredith left the room. She heard Robert pull up a chair next to the bed and then felt him slowly stroking his thumb across her hand. Her mind was racing with a million thoughts a minute and she was exhausted. All the talking and the emotions and the fire were eventually taking a toll on her and she could feel herself drifting off to sleep. She knew there would be nightmares waiting for her there though. She just hoped that now people knew that the nightmares would stay in her sleep and not in her waking moments. She wanted to feel something other than sadness and guilt for once. She wanted to be okay. She wanted her and Robert to be okay. There was no miracle cure but she was prepared to fight for it, if Andy Herrera was anything she was a fighter.