You have no idea how much getting your leg set can hurt. I threw in a bit about Gail in here, I love pregnant women and their crazy hormones.

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Fighting Through It

Dov threw the magazine back on the table and started to get up from his chair, but Chris stopped him.

"No. You need to be here when she wakes up. I'll change into my civvies and track him down." Chris interjected, jumping up from his seat.

"No! He'll be made. Sit." He ordered.

"Well what are we supposed to do? He's gonna go after him!" Chris said, his voice hushed; people were beginning to stare.

"Call Gail, and ask her to keep Callaghan in booking for as long as she can. Once they process him, get her to set him up in interview one and get Jerry to stall. He's gotta stay in all night, otherwise Sam is gonna get to him." Dov instructed quietly.

"Okay." Chris said, taking a leap of faith. He knew nothing could stop Sam when he was angry, especially when it involved Andy. He stood up and left the waiting room, pulling out his phone. He looked back at Dov, who was running his hands through his hair, and prayed he was right.

Chris had only been outside for about ten minutes when the nurse re-entered the room, looking even more dishevelled than she had before. Dov leapt to his feet.

"Is she okay?" His voice cracked. The nurse smiled, a slight pitiful glint in her eye.

"She is, she's fine. Her BP dropped so we had to wake her up. She doesn't know what's going on, and we've already gone over on her morphine." The nurse reached out and touched Dov's arm. "She's in a lot of pain, but we can't give her anything else. I think you should be in there right now." Her eyes lowered to the floor. "It's going to be at least four hours before we can give her another dose. A very long four hours."

Dov sighed heavily and nodded before following the nurse into Andy's private room, bracing for what they were about to go through.

He entered the room to find the brunette woman lying in a similar hospital bed, gripping the railings that ran down the sides.

"Stop! Stop, my leg is okay where it is." Andy choked out, tears streaming down her face.

"Ms. McNally, we have to elevate it in order for the blood to circulate normally." The doctor explained.

"Can't it wait until you can knock me out again?" Andy pleaded. The doctor pointed to her leg.

"You see how it's going purple here, around the wound?" He wiggled his finger a little. "That's because the blood is already pooling. We need to lift your leg." He insisted, before turning to Dov. "Officer, maybe you could sit beside your friend and hold her hand while we reposition her leg?"

Dov nodded obediently and rushed to Andy's side. He brushed the hair off of her face and kissed her forehead. Her tanned skin glistened with sweat underneath the fluorescent lights, her face contorted by the pain she was feeling. Dov took her hand and sat in the chair next to her.

"It's almost over, okay? I swear." He leaned in and spoke quietly into her ear. She looked at him and smiled, or at least tried to.

"I guess this is gonna be Gail in a few short months, hey?" She breathed. "Sweating and screaming her head off in a hospital bed."

"Yeah that's true." Dov smiled back at her.

"Alright, Ms. McNally. On the count of three, then it will be over." The doctor said, directing the nurses around her leg. Andy squeezed Dov's hand as the doctor counted down.

"Three… Two… One!" The doctor said as he and the nurses began to shift her body. Andy squeezed Dov's hand harder than he thought possible as she screamed out in pain. She jerked her body away from the doctor's reach and ended up causing more pain than necessary.

"Officer, please try to calm her down!" The doctor yelled as everyone tried to restrain her before she did more damage.

"Stop! Please, stop, I can't do this! It hurts!" Andy sobbed, her fingers still wrapped around Dov's hand. She was facing him, and although her eyes were closed, Dov could imagine the amber storms beneath here eyelids. He ran his hand down the side of her face, and leaned in so their noses were almost touching.

"Sam was here." He whispered. Her eyes shot open.

"What? Where is he? Is he okay?" She tried to sit up, but Dov pressed her shoulders down.

"He's fine, he's just worried about you." Dov spoke softly.

"Oh god." Andy squeezed his fingers. "You didn't tell him it was Luke, did you?" Dov looked at his feet.

"I kinda did." He admitted.

"Damnit, Dov! He's gonna kill him!" Andy's voice became frantic.

'Nope, nope. It's taken care of. Luke's gonna be in custody all night, an officer outside his cell at all times." Dov assured her. She fell back onto the bed and sighed.

"He also said that he'd be at your place at 9 AM tomorrow. So we've gotta get you out of here." He patted her hand. "So you gotta be tough, okay? They've got to do one more adjustment, and then it's just a matter of time until we can get out of here." He whispered. Andy nodded her head, and gave the doctor the okay.

Just then, Chris poked his head in the room.

"Chris, hold her other hand." Dov directed him to the other side of the bed.

"One more time, okay Andy?" The doctor handed her a cold cloth. "We're just going to twist your leg a bit. You may want to bite this." Andy's eyes clouded with tears.

"I don't want to do this." She whispered. Chris leaned down and like Dov had, he kissed her hand and held it in his.

"You're going to do this, because you're a McNally. And you've got to get home to your boyfriend tomorrow, right?" He said to her, a courage in his voice that he knew she needed. Andy put the cloth into her mouth and nodded. She started to cry again before the nurses had even touched her.

The doctor nodded at them and one last time, and they began to move her leg. Andy pressed herself back into the bed and screamed through the cloth in her mouth, and held on to Chris and Dov for dear life.

It was only about ten seconds of movement that was needed, but Andy cried for half an hour after that, not once letting go of the men at her sides. Only when the doctor came in asking for the room did they get up to leave.

Dov looked at her one last time before they left. "Love you, sister. I'm right here, okay?" He said softly.

"I love you too, Andy. You're gonna be fine." Chris added, his face white. When they reached the hallway, the dark haired man let out a breath and collapsed into a chair.

"Hey, man. Are you okay?" Dov asked tentatively.

"That's going to be Gail in 23 weeks." Chris whispered. "Then I'm gonna be a Dad." Dov laughed.

"You, my friend, need a beer." He said, clapping his friend on the back. "You're gonna be a great Dad, I know it. Now, let's go see when we can take our girl home."

The two spoke to a nurse that they flagged down, and resumed waiting for the clock to strike ten. When the time did roll around, Andy was wheeled out of her room with a huge plaster cast surrounding her broken limb and a large purple gash on the side of her head. Dov cringed at the sight of her; a fury similar to Sam's boiling in his stomach.

"Ready to go?" He asked, taking over pushing the chair for the nurse.

"Can I stay at your house, please?" She asked quickly.

"I was going to make you. Or I was at least going to crash on your couch." Dov laughed. He wheeled her over to the front desk where the nurse was preparing Andy's meds.

"Give her two of these every four hours." She said, handing him a bottle of blue pills. "And she can take up to three of these painkillers in eight hours, they're quite strong. And even when her leg is better, she can't drive for at least one week after she takes her last pill, it'll take a while to work its way out of her system." She turned to look at Andy. "Your follow up is one week from today. We'll contact you with the time, okay?" Andy nodded.

"Thanks for everything." Dov nodded to the nurse. She winked at him.

"You take care of her now." She waved to them as Dov wheeled Andy out to his car, where Chris stood with the door open. He helped her into the front seat.

"You good?" Dov checked before he closed the door at her nod. Chris hopped in the back while Dov walked around to the driver's side.

They took Chris home to an ecstatic Gail that ran down the front steps of her house to meet them.

"The baby's kicking! I can feel it!" She flung her arms around Chris' neck. She then ran to Andy's door and motioned for her to roll down the window. She grabbed Andy's hand and placed it on her stomach.

"Feel!" She shrieked for the thousandth time that day. Andy looked up at her, eyes wide.

"I can feel it!" She yelled back. The two women squealed with delight while the two men stood next to each other on the sidewalk. It didn't matter that no one could understand what they were saying, Dov was just glad to see Andy smiling earnestly again.

After Dov got to feel Gail's stomach, he kissed the blonde on the cheek and clapped Chris on the shoulder before he climbed back into the car.

"Home?" He asked. Andy nodded sleepily as he pulled out and drove off into the night. When he parked the car in the driveway, he realized that this was going to be a long night. He walked around to Andy's side of the car and held her under her arms and lifted her out of the car. He squinted as he pushed his muscles to their limits.

"I'm not that fat, am I?" Andy asked, alarmed.

"No, definitely not." Dov laughed. "But your cast adds about 50 pounds, and I am not the strongest guy around." He propped her up against the side of the car and grabbed her overnight bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Grabbing her crutches from the back seat, he helped her hobble to the front door, before cursing it all to hell.

"Hold on." He directed her arms around his neck as he picked her up and carried her up the stairs. Andy took his keys and opened the door, turning on the lights as he carried her in.

Dov managed to lug her all the way to his bedroom before placing her as gently as possible onto his bed. He placed her bag near the door before pulling off his shirt.

"Whoa Dov, you don't mess around." Andy laughed.

"Hey, it's hot in here. I just carried you in." He pointed at her, laughing back. He grabbed a few pillows and set them up behind her head, and then did the same for her leg.

"Do you need anything?" He asked her, leaning against the door frame.

"Water would be great, thanks." She smiled gratefully.

"Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten all day." He raised one eyebrow.

"I can't even think about eating right now." She laughed. "I promise I'll eat when I feel better." Dov sighed.

"Alright, I'll be right back." He jogged off down the hallway. When he returned and climbed into bed, he was a little surprised when Andy promptly rolled over onto his side of the bed, and snuggled up to him.

"I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight." She whispered.

"Me either." He squeezed her a little.

She paused, but then started to cry.

"I didn't think he would ever do this." She sniffed. "I didn't think he'd ever be so violent."

"Can you tell me what happened?" Dov whispered, knowing she'd have to give her statement tomorrow.

She shivered and splayed her palm out on his chest. "He showed up totally wasted. Walked right in. I ran to my room, but he caught me and pushed me into the wall. I grabbed the vase off the hall table and –" She choked out a sob. "And I smashed him on the side of the head. He fell and I made it to my room."

"You're okay." Dov whispered, as a few more tears escaped her eyes.

"He started yelling at me, and I grabbed my bat. I went to open the door, but he kicked it down first, and that's when my leg got hurt." She sniffed again and continued. "Then he pinned me down, and you walked in. Then I woke up in the hospital." He brushed her hair out of her face.

"He's never, ever going to come near you again. Never. He's gone." Dov reassured her, but she started to hyperventilate.

"I really just want Sam to come home." Andy breathed heavily.

"Here. Have a drink." Dov handed her a glass of water. She took a sip before handing it back to him, noticing a pained look in his blue eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked, trying to lift herself up. He wrapped his arm around her, and she again nestled her head into the crook of his neck.

"I should have made you stay with me." He said, ashamed.

"Stop it. This was not your fault in any way, shape or form." She pointed her finger at him. He looked at her and knew she was wrong, praying that the melatonin he'd slipped in her drink would take effect soon. She needed the rest, and he needed a break from his own mind.

"We'll see what Sam has to say about that." He smiled at her. "Night, Andy."

"Sweet dreams." She replied, sleepily.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips, and Dov prepared himself for the long night ahead. As much as he hoped Andy would be able to make it through the night, he also reserved some hope for himself.

He glanced down at Andy, who was staring at the wall.

"Wake me up if you need to." He whispered.

"You're going to sleep?" She asked quietly.

"I just want to get the nightmares over with." He responded, his voice weaker than intended.

"I'll be here when you wake up." Andy whispered almost inaudibly into his ear.

Eight AM couldn't have come fast enough.