"Just because I'm letting you take care of me doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you." Andy eventually said, breaking the silence.
"Turn around." Andy spoke again.
"What?" Sam asked her.
"Turn the car around. I'm not going through those doors, Sam." Andy said. There was a lone tear finding its way down Andy's cheek.
"Why?" Sam asked and reached for her face. Andy smacked his hand away.
"I don't need sympathy. I just want to go home." Andy declared.
"Andy, you need to get that looked at," Sam pointed at her hand.
"No I don't. Take me home." Andy said.
"I'll take you in to the hospital, and then I'll take you home."
"That's not what I want."
"I care about you, Andy." Sam said. She didn't reply instantly.
"Every time you say that I have to convince myself that it's true." Andy whispered.
"Drugstore?" Sam asked.
"Please." Andy agreed. She knew he'd put multiple ACE wraps on her body.
"Why don't you want to go in to the hospital?" Sam asked as they were walking in to the drugstore.
"I didn't want to be away from you." Andy honestly spoke.
"Oh," Sam said.
"Don't say oh like that." Andy said.
"What? It was just a normal oh." Sam smiled at her. "I'm glad you told me."
"You seem to be happy that I tell you a lot of things, Sam." Andy sighed.
"I told you, we'll talk when we get home." Sam said.
"Am I going to run and find myself at Luke's place again?" Andy asked sarcastically.
"I hope not." Sam sighed. They pulled into the driveway and walked up the stairs to Sam's apartment. Andy sat on the counter in the kitchen and looked at Sam. She looked as if she was waiting for him to do something. He took the contents from the bag and poured them on the counter.
"Stop," Andy simply said.
"What?" Sam asked.
"We'll take care of it tomorrow." Andy declared and motioned for him to come closer. He stood, leaning on her knees. She opened her legs and pulled him towards her.
"Andy," Sam started. He wasn't looking at her; he knew the second he did, he would be begging for her.
"Sam, I don't want to go back." Andy spoke softly. She kept trying to make eye contact with him, but he wouldn't have it.
"You need to rest," Sam reminded her, picking up one of the wraps. Andy took it from his hands and put it behind her on the counter. She took his hands and put them resting on her hips.
"I'll rest tomorrow." Andy declared. She didn't want to rest at all.
"We can't," Sam said.
"Why?" Andy asked innocently.
"You're broken," Sam used his words from the last time she was hurt.
"I'm fine. I'm not made of glass." Andy got him to look in her eyes. She pulled him closer to press her lips firmly to his, as if to prove her point. Sam knew he couldn't argue with her anymore. He embraced her from behind, pressing their bodies together. She came down from the counter and put her hands on Sam's chest. There they sat for a few minutes, just searching each other's eyes. As if they had both had enough at the same time, they came together with a loud smack. Andy couldn't concentrate at all, Sam's hands were suddenly everywhere. She decided to attack his senses; she started to undo his belt and he stopped moving. He knew this time would come eventually. Andy just kept moving to undo his belt. She took it off of him and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards. He let her pull it over his head before he started grabbing her shirt. She let him take it and she dropped her bra straps. Sam undid the clasp from behind and just held her against him.
"C'mon." Andy finally grabbed his hand and led him to where she knew his bed would be. When they got there, there was nothing more than just a mattress and a night table in the room.
"Where's your bed?" Andy asked sarcastically.
"I, uh, I broke it." Sam lied to her. She knew it, too.
"Two questions," Andy said, holding up two fingers. Sam nodded. "Really, where is your bed? And why did you lie to me just then?" Andy asked.
"Really, I broke it. And I didn't." Sam lied again.
"Is this what you thought was going to piss me off? Because you lying to me, yeah, that pisses me off." Andy spat.
"It wasn't broken by just me." Sam started.
"Is that why you've been pulling away from me? Because you had a new girlfriend?" Andy asked.
"Had, as in, previously. I ended it, Andy." Sam simply said.
"Oh, previously? You ended it? Am I supposed to believe that?" Andy started shouting at him.
"Yes, you are." Sam said.
"What, what'd you have sex with her?" Andy asked. Sam didn't respond. "Oh, so that's how it got broken. You and your new little girlyfriend got a little too rough, did you now?" Andy yelled at him.
"It was Monica." Sam simply said.
"Oh, and that's supposed to make me feel better?" Andy asked.
"I gave you your space when you were with Luke. I'm not asking you if you had sex with him." Sam shouted back.
"We've only been married for, what, ten hours? And we're already dealing with infidelity? What happened to that talk you gave me, huh? They're waiting for me to be unfaithful. Yeah, I guess they didn't have to wait very long, did they?" Andy asked.
"Andy, that was six months ago!" Sam yelled at her.
"That makes it better?" Andy asked.
"Considering you were ready to marry another guy last year, yeah, it does make it better." Sam said.
"Is that why you proposed in the first place? You had just dumped her and you wanted to marry me so you wouldn't have another option?" Andy silently pleaded for her own assumptions to be very wrong.
"You know I love you, Andy. I was lonely, and you weren't there for me. I made a mistake, once!" he shouted.
"That's what Luke said," Andy softly spoke.
"Are you always going to use Luke?" Sam asked.
"What?" Andy spat back.
"Are you always going to use him as a reason to push me away? A reason to not let me in because you think I'm going to leave you like everyone else you're ever loved?"