She was tired, so tired, but that didn't make sense. The nurse had said something about being in a coma; she'd literally been sleeping. Why was she so tired? Sharon didn't know, but she did feel the need to close her eyes again. She dozed off at some point. She wasn't sure when, but she remembered hearing voices in the room, that nurse, that man-Wes, she thought he'd said. Why was her memory so murky? She wanted to see a familiar face. Apparently, Andy was on the way. Where was he? She felt horrible and dizzy. She closed and opened her eyes, knowing she was in a semi-sleep state. She couldn't remember feeling this tired even when she had a newborn at home; something wasn't right.

Sharon became alert again or somewhat alert. She felt a familiar warm hand in hers; she definitely knew this hand. That made her want to open her eyes, and as she did, she groaned again. The light was bothering her, her throat was dry, and now, she was cold. She shifted her head slightly, the pain still there, but as she did, she felt her hand being squeezed.

"Sharon," she heard, and that had her focus on opening her eyes. She knew that voice; she loved that voice.

Even with her eyes still feeling out of focus and the massive headache she had, she smiled as she caught sight of Andy sitting there, his elbows resting on her bed, his hands intertwined in hers. She groaned again, and he stood.

"Sharon, oh thank you, finally," he said, the panic evident in his voice. "You're awake. I love you, Sharon," he told her leaning toward her. She could smell his cologne, a familiar scent she loved. She felt his hand run over the side of her face, and then, he kissed her cheek. Sharon cleared her voice, and he wiped his face quickly. It looked like he had been crying.

"Andy-hi," she said in her very raspy voice. "I didn't see you."

"I'm here; I'm here," he repeated to her. "Let me get you a sip of water," he stood, his hand still in hers as he reached for the water. He sat down with the cup and gestured toward her. "Think you can sip this?"

Sharon gave a small nod and closed her eyes again. He let go of the grip he had on her hand and put his hand behind her head to help her sit forward slightly to sip the water out of a straw. She took her sip and then closed her eyes to lean back as if that had taken all the energy she had.

"Doc," she heard Andy say, and she opened her eyes slightly again, groaning as she did. The light and blurry vision was bothering her.

"Glasses," she said in a groggy voice.

"Oh, right," Andy sighed. "Your glasses broke. I found your old pair, but I haven't brought them here. I couldn't bring them, not until you woke up. I've kept them on my nightstand where I can see them, all the nights I've been trying unsuccessful to sleep. I'll get them when I come back. I'm sorry you don't have them, but it's probably good you can't see my ugly face," he tried to chuckle. She nodded a little and fumbled her hand to find his again. They'd lost contact with all the movement in the room. She squeezed it, and with her eyes closed, tried to give him a small smile. "Sorry, Doc," he said. Sharon opened her eyes again, remembering Andy had said the doctor was in the room.

"It's good to see you awake Mrs. Raydor," the doctor said. Sharon cracked open her eye again, a confused look on her face. "I'm Dr. Phillips. I can sit down here and update you on what has happened. Mr. Flynn, I know you've had her medical power to make decisions for her, but if you don't mind," he gestured to him.

Sharon opened her eyes all the way and squeezed Andy's hand. That felt like it took all her energy, but then, she said, "Stay. He can stay. I'm not Mrs. Raydor," she frowned. "We're married." She tilted her head toward Andy, and he gave her a puzzled look.

Andy sat forward, glancing to the doctor and back to Sharon, "Sharon," he said quietly, and she turned her head to him to fully look at him. He shook his head, "Sweetheart, we aren't married. You're divorced from Jack, but we aren't married. Doc," he glanced to him with a question, "ahh, I think just calling her Sharon is sufficient, but she seems a bit hazy."

The doctor just nodded, "That is to be expected. We'll do a full workup now that she's awake. Sharon," he called to her, and Sharon hummed, her eyes trained still on Andy.

"We're married, Andy, right?" Sharon said, an even bigger look of confusion on her face. "We got married. I know it," she said, now frustrated.

Andy pulled her hand to his to kiss it, his eyes trained on her, "While that sounds wonderful, Sharon, we aren't married. I'm sure there's a lot of things that are going on in your head. Whatever you are worried about, don't worry. I'm here. I love you. You love me. We can sort out the details later. Just rest. I'm just so happy you've come back to me," he said and kissed her hand again. "Doc?"

Dr. Phillips nodded, "We'll start running a few tests. It's most likely just going to take her a little time to catch up with things, to find her voice, and to sort her thoughts. Sharon, you were shot. I don't know if you remember that?"

She pursed her lips and shook her head slightly, groaning as she did. She brought her free hand to her head, "I have a headache."

"We can work on that," Dr. Phillips nodded. "You were shot now a month ago. It's the beginning of October. Do you remember being shot at all?"

Sharon shook her head slightly and looked to Andy for clarification. He nodded to her, and then, he explained, "You were in court; we were in court. You and Taylor were sitting together, Sharon. It was that case for Dwight Darnell."

Sharon tried to focus, tried to remember, but she couldn't, at least not now. She shook her head, "What happened?"

"Darnell started shooting. It was a whole mess, how he got the gun. Sharon, he shot you," Andy frowned at her and moved his hand toward her shoulder. "You were shot here in the shoulder area. I'll let the doc explain the rest."

"Yes, Mr. Flynn is right," the doctor nodded.

"Andy, please, Doc. It's just Andy. You've seen me here enough this month, and I hope I've never irritated you too much," he gave a small smile and looked to Sharon. "We've been really worried about you."

Sharon hummed and squeezed his hand. She couldn't get a tight enough grip on his hand; she wanted him closer than he already was, just sitting there by the side of her bed. She looked to the doctor again.

"As Andy refreshed your memory slightly, you were shot in the shoulder. We were able to remove the bullet and stop the bleeding. The bullet really tore at your shoulder and caused a lot of internal damage and bleeding. You are going to have quite the recovery with that through physical therapy. We will get you going with it. Since you've been in a coma, we've had rehab stopping by here to in order to keep your muscles from developing atrophy. Now that you are awake, we will really get going with your therapy. It's going to be a slow process to start. As much as I'm sure you just want to hop out of that bed, it's going to take some time to almost retrain and strengthen you body again. Your legs are going to feel rough. From what others have said, I'm guessing it is even hard to just turn your head and do any basic things now, yes?"

Sharon opened her eye again and found him looking at her. She smiled slightly and just nodded, "Everything hurts. I feel like I've been hit by a truck."

"One described it as the worst hangover imaginable and worse," he chuckled.

"That sounds awful," Andy said. "I've been there with those," he pointed to himself and nodded to the doctor, "recovering alcoholic. Sharon," he turned to her, "just relax and take one day at a time. Again," he shook his head, "sounds like AA. Doc, I know her, and she's going to try to be up on her feet in the next hour."

"Promise I won't," Sharon said quietly.

Andy rolled his eyes, "Okay, maybe by tomorrow, so please just tell her what she needs to do, and we'll do it. I'm so happy she's awake."

"As am I," nodded Dr. Phillips. "First thing is first that we will do an exam and run some tests to make sure Sharon has no other damage. The foggy memory," he nodded and shrugged to Andy, "should fix itself. Just give it time. Sharon, you are aware of who he is and all, correct?"

Sharon rolled her head toward his and tugged on his hand. It took all her strength, and she again closed her eyes briefly, but she opened them to meet his gaze, "He's my Andy. Lieutenant Andrew Flynn, yes, I know who he is. I know he used to drive me crazy, but I love him, right?" Sharon looked to Andy with that, almost worried that she was wrong about that. He chuckled lightly and pulled her hand to his lips where he kissed it again.

"That's right, Sweetheart. I'm your Andy, and you'd better believe I love you with everything I have. You've told me the same, but if that's changed while you've been getting your beauty sleep, you just let me know."

Sharon let out a forced chuckle, "It hurts to laugh," she said.

"Understandable," the doctor nodded. That gunshot wound to your shoulder was no simple thing and will not be a quick recovery. From what I understand, it's your dominant arm, correct?"

Sharon glanced to her right side, "Yes," she sighed. "It is. Work?"

"In time," the doctor nodded to her. "I hope we can get your shoulder back to almost normal eventually. Work will come, but for now, just rest. It's a marathon, not a sprint, Sharon. We'll get an exam for you and will run some tests. We'll also get you squared away with eating because I'm sure you'd like to do that in a normal fashion. Now, I'm going to let you try to adjust and have a few minutes here with Andy," he nodded to Andy. Andy nodded in return. "I'll be back shortly, and let me say," he paused and made eye contact with Sharon, which was difficult because she kept closing her eyes in exhaustion. "It's good to finally meet you, Sharon, to put a voice to your face, to see your face," he gave her a small smile. "You two, just enjoy your reunion," he gave a small wave and stepped toward the door.

Thanks, Doc," Andy called to him and watched him leave the room. After the door closed, he turned back to Sharon. She had been watching him, trying to keep her eyes open long enough to talk to him.

"So confused," she said. "I hit my head on my desk."

Andy shook his head, "No, Sweetheart, you were shot. Listen, you don't need to try and figure all this out now."

"I thought we got married," she said, slightly upset. "We did."

Andy tightened his grip on her hand and leaned toward her, kissing her cheek, "While I don't object to that idea at all," he smiled at her and continued with his low tone, "we aren't married. What makes you think we are? Do you know? It's okay if you don't."

She shook her head, "I remember it. I remember the wedding. We had a church wedding, at our church. That was a big deal because we both had annulments."

"Wow," Andy sat back slightly, a bit surprised. "I really like this idea of yours," he smiled. "You weren't running from the wedding, no runaway bride situation?" Andy winked at her.

"I love you," she said to him.

"I know. I love you too. I'm glad you are back. I briefly called all five kids on the way here to tell them the good news. I'll update them all later with everything. They are all glad you are awake. Nic's boys were screaming about Grandma Sharon waking up. See, we might not be married, but that's exactly who you are to them, and I love it," he kissed her hand again. "Everyone has missed you. I've been lost without you. There's so much to tell you."

"I feel so hazy. I can't tell fact from fiction," she said with a raspy voice.

"In time, Sharon," he said, using his free hand to run over her hair. "Just rest and relax. Let the doc do his job now. You're awake, and that's what matters. There was a time I wasn't sure I would ever see your beautiful green eyes again, that I wouldn't ever get to talk to my best friend again. Just rest, my love. We'll talk more soon. You're alive; you're awake, and that is the best thing ever."