It was the middle of the night before Evan finally got to see her again. Led into the quiet room, Evan stared wide eyed at his sleeping colleague, the colour drained from her face and her hair and limbs lifeless. He sat beside her bed, taking in her heavily bandaged arm and the drip injected into the top of her hand. They had had to sedate her. She was beginning to worsen with everything that happened at Homicide. Evan knew she needed to see Alex. But would he come?

Later, letting go of Amy's hand and allowing her to continue sleeping, Evan slipped out of the room and into the dark corridor before walking a little further and opening a door that lead to a stairwell and pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket. The screen now had a hairline crack right through the middle after his dive for cover that afternoon, but it was still working and so he punched in Alex's number.

"Hey guys. You've reached Alex. I'm not here right now, so leave me a message and if you're lucky I'll get back to you." Evan took the phone away from his ear and looked at it, disbelieving that Alex could ignore him in his hour of need. Or, rather, in Amy's hour of need. He sighed and spoke into the phone.

"Mate it's Jonesy," he sighed, not really knowing what to say that would convince him to come. "Something's happened…Amy's been shot." He ran his hands tiredly over his shaved head. "It's nothing too bad, just a surface wound, but…I just think she'll want to see you when she wakes up."

The next morning Amy awoke just before lunch to find her room disparingly empty. She sighed and looked down at the arm that ached by her side. She only vaguely remembered being shot at, and she wanted desperately for someone to tell her what else had happened.

As she was staring down at her wound, picking at the sides of the dressing, Evan entered, smiling. He spoke, but she leant forward, only able to hear muffled noises coming from his mouth. She frowned intently and sat herself up in the bed, straining to hear what he was saying to her. Frustratingly, his lips kept moving, but she still couldn't hear it.

"Amy?" he asked, making his way closer to her bedside. She struggled to sit up, and she leant forward as far as she could towards him as if she couldn't make out his words, despite him speaking loudly the more she frowned.

She gestered frantically with her hands, hot tears welling in her eyes. She couldn't hear him. He ran to get a doctor.

Amy sat back against her pillows, her tears now dried crusty and salty across her cheeks. A temporary loss of hearing they had said. Caused by her elevated stress levels over the last month, the closeness of the bullets being fired to her right ear and the angle and force at which she had hit her head when she had fallen. It could be permanent, or it could just last a couple of days. She would have to wait it out. Nobody mentioned how frustrating and fright such a wait would be.

She sent Jonesy away- if she couldn't hear him why should they even try to communicate? She just turned over in the sheets and continued to wallow in the way in which she felt so helpless. Hot tears again pricked at her eyes as she stared out the window, engulfed in the dreadful silence that was now all she could hear.

The tears streamed down her cheeks. What if I can never hear Alex again? She thought to herself. What if I can never hear him say my name? Or tell me goodnight? What if I can never hear him tell me he loves me again? Whether I truly can't hear it or he just never says it anyway?

She sighed and tried to sleep, trying her hardest to put him out of her mind. But everytime she closed her eyes she saw herself back in the carpark. Fear radiated like shock through within her as she remembered standing there, staring at Barron as he held a gun in his strong fist and pointed it at her. The fear made her bones and her senses rattle, and whether she kept her eyes open or closed, memories plagued her mind.

Stuck in a hospital bed, her hearing gone and her muscles aching, she missed what she used to have with Alex. She missed it so much that it hurt to think about. What had she thrown away? It must've been something good if it was all she had wanted since their split. Had it been a rash, premature decision to split? At the time they had made the decision and thought it was for the best. But now that they were apart Amy wasn't so sure. Problem was, what if it was just a one sided thing? What if he hadn't even thought about missing her? Because he hadn't returned her call, so what made her even assume that he would come to see her now? Even if Jonesy had called him, and she knew he had.

If you still see what I see

Keep holdin' on

Hold onto me

And on top of all that, as if life wasn't messed up enough, Amy was beginning to fear for her career. If her playing with fire wasn't enough to lose her her job, then this potential disability would see her out of there for sure.