Waking up, I expected to find Sam lying right next to me, but instead, I was left with an empty bed. I looked around the room just to be sure he wasn't there, when I spotted a piece of paper with scribbling on it. I reached to get it, painfully pulling on my stitches in the process. Looking at it more closely I was able to make out Sam's chicken scratch he calls writing.
'Gone to get coffee didn't want to wake you. Be back before you know it.' I smiled at the note.
Moments later, I heard footsteps approaching the door. "Sa…," before I finished the word, the person that belonged to the footsteps entered the room, and it was not Sam. Luke. I really didn't know how to feel.
Luke interrupted my thoughts, "Andy, you're awake. You look great." He paused waiting for me to say something. I really didn't have anything to say to him yet.
I moved to sit up a little bit grimacing at the pain that shot through my stomach at the movement. Luke noticed. "Are you okay?"
I didn't speak, just shook my head yes.
His face scrunched up in disgust. "I can't believe you were shot and the people who were supposed to look after you didn't even notice. Actually I can believe it because everyone was so focused on getting to Swarek. This is all his fault. You wouldn't be in here if he had done his job right and kept you safe. You aren't safe as his partner. Once you're up and around, and go back to work, you are going to tell Best you want a new partner. I need to know you are safe. I was so worried about you. I told you this Op was too big for you to handle."
My mouth was hanging open. I was speechless. When I regained my voice, I couldn't and and really didn't care to stop what I said next. "You know what Luke, we are done."
It was his turn for his mouth to open in shock. "What?"
I was fueled. "You heard me. We are done, over, finished. It's not like you actually cared about me anyway, or you would have visited me way before now, but you didn't, did you?"
He was about to interrupt but I continued, "Don't bother lying because the rest of the 15th came by to visit and some have probably stayed the whole time, so they would know if you were here, and I would find out."
My anger was really hitting an all-time high, as I replayed what he said about Sam, "And, How dare you blame this on Sam. Things happen undercover, that can't be put into account. I'm so sick of your hatred toward him. It's pathetic. You're pathetic. Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what or what not to do?" I took a deep breath, I needed to calm down. The pain in my side was getting worse.
"Look Luke, we aren't good together. You are in love with your work, and I need more than that. We are just two different people. I'm sorry."
His face was full of anger as he grabbed my arm roughly and twisted. "You know what Andy, I should be thanking you. I mean, now I don't have to deal with a dead beat alcoholic father, and his daughter who is so insecure with herself that she feels she needs to whore herself around to others to prove she is good at something. I don't even know why I kept you around; you weren't even good in bed. It doesn't really matter now, you are Sam's little whore aren't you? Well, let's be honest, you have been for a while now."
I couldn't believe he had just said all that. Tears began welling up in my eyes, but I wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing me cry. So instead, my anger played the lead emotion. Before I even knew what I was doing, I swung my free arm, and punched Luke square in the jaw. He reeled and began falling back. The only problem was that he was still holding onto my arm.
I was quickly and painfully tugged off the bed, yelping from the pull on my stomach. As soon as my body made impact with the ground, pain became the only thing I felt. I would have screamed from the agony, but the wind had been knocked out of me. I thought for sure I would pass out from the pain. I was close to it, but before I did I saw a guilty but still equally pissed Luke get up and calmly walk out, as if nothing happened. Then I mercifully went unconscious.