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No one really liked hospitals. But that would never stop me from telling anyone directly that I personally hate hospitals. I especially hated being at hospitals when I didn't need to be. And right now, I really didn't need to be. I got up off the uncomfortable and somewhat scratchy bed and slowly approached the door. When I peeked around the corner to the right, I saw that there were a few doctors casually walking around.

"Can I help you, miss?" an annoying voice asked.

My head snapped to the other direction to find a fairly grouchy looking nurse. She was thin and willowy but had quite a glare in her eye that was working its magic on me quite well. I shook my head, cowering away from her, muttered a 'no,' and quickly returned to my bed. I watched her walk past the open door, and then I waited. After a few seconds of sitting there, I shot back up and returned to the door. Just down the hall was a main desk. When I got to the desk I asked the man, "Uhm, look, I've got a case to work on. I was wondering if I was clear to go now?"

The man paused his extraordinarily loud typing and looked up at me with next to zero interest. "You'll have to wait for your doctor to tell you." With that, he returned to his computer and resumed typing furiously. I groaned in exasperation.

"Andy! How are you?"

When I looked to my left, I was surprised to see Luke at the hospital. "Luke! I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine, but what? What are you doing here?" Luke walked closer to me with a stern look on his face.

"Trying to get the survivor of a shooting to talk. Thought I'd check up on you." My face fell slightly. I knew it would be foolish to believe that he'd be at the hospital for the sole purpose of checking up on me. 'Maybe if I were shot it would happen,' I pondered. Maybe if I ever actually had to be in a hospital he'd visit. When I thought about it, jumping in cold water was not a cause for visitation... from anyone really.

"I heard what you did. You saved that girl's life," he said sincerely with a smile.

I smiled back at him, shrugged and replied, "Yeah, well.. it's my job."

Luke let out a small laugh. "And you do it well." His blue eyes pierced mine as we stood in silence.

"Hey, McNally!"

Luke and I both turned to see Sam coming down the hall. Luke turned back to me and said, "I should go talk to my witness. I'll check up on you later." I nodded happily, but I knew there was a fair chance it was an empty promise. Sam shot Luke a short glare as they passed each other. When Sam approached me, he stood there and crossed his arms indifferently.

"How are you feeling?"

I shrugged again and said, "I already told you I didn't need to go to a hospital."

He grinned and uncrossed his arms. "Well, we'll let the doctor be the judge of that."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. I walked back to my room, pretending to ignore his very presence as I passed him even though I was acutely aware of his footsteps following after mine. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him as he leaned against the wall opposite from me. He raised an eyebrow at me when I didn't say anything.

"Are y-"

"Have y-"

We spoke at the same time. I looked away for a brief moment, pretty sure I was blushing slightly.

"You go," he said with a smile.

I sighed and tried to take my focus from his thoroughly distracting smile and back on what I was originally going to ask him. "Have you found out anything about the girl? She's okay, right? Nothing happened to her?"

Sam pulled the way from the wall and stepped closer to me. "She's fine. The doctor said she had mild hypothermia, but they warmed her up, put her in some dry clothes and she's doing good. If anything you were in a worse condition. That's actually why I came here," he paused.

"Because I'm worse?" I asked in confusion. 'Oh my god... I'm dying?'

Sam scoffed and shot me an ever-so-slightly condescending look. "No, because I thought it would be best if you talked to her. She seems most comfortable with you. And Dov went back to the station."

"That's why you came here?"

"Yeah. What? You thought that I'd come here to make sure you weren't dying of pneumonia or some deadly sickness?"

I looked away guiltily. "I mean...well, it would have been...," I started. When I realized how stupid I was starting to sound, I forced a fake - and rather awkward - scoff. "No."

Sam nodded with a mocking smile. "The doctor already told me that you were responding fine and ready to leave, by the way. Ollie's on his way to pick her up. I just thought we should get some general information from her while we wait. That is if you're feeling healthy enough to do so? The last thing I want to do is worsen your very critical condition," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Shut up. Let's go."

Sam lead his way to the girl's room which wasn't far from mine. As we stood at the door of Abby's room, I looked in to see her sitting alone, smiling down at a small stuffed bear in her hands. I looked at Sam in confusion. "Hey, she was scared. Besides, those hospital gift shops are cheap," he explained. I looked at him skeptically; from what I could recall, hospital gift shops were complete rip offs.

"Well... they're cheap when you pull out a badge."

I let out a small laugh and shook my head at him. I walked in and sat myself down beside Abby.

"His name is Sammy! I named him after you!" she said and pointed to Sam. I looked over at Sam to see him beaming back at Abby, satisfied with the happiness the small bear brought her. I scooted a little closer to the girl and thought about what to say.

"Remember, she's under no obligation to answer any questions, so don't push your luck. Be nice. Ask the important questions first." That was one of the many pieces of great advice from Sam. Sure, it's a little different when you're talking to a child, but you never know what could happen when they're backed into a corner.

"He's very handsome." I paused and sent a provocative look to Sam. He grinned back knowingly. Why I was willingly boosting his ego was something way beyond me. I turned back to Abby and said, "Can you tell me something, Abby?" She nodded eagerly and curiously with wide eyes. "What were you doing in the park?" Abby looked away from me and instead towards the bear purple. She picked it up and started making it walk around the bed.

"We always go to the park. We play there. And we got to play a new game. I was supposed to close my eyes and wait. She said she would come get me once it was safe."

Sam and I looked at each other with worry in our eyes. Abby, however, was completely content, innocently making the bear walk up my arm.

"Abby, who is 'she'?"

Abby looked up at me seriously, "She made me pinky promise I wouldn't tell. And you can't break a pinky promise. I even 'cross my heart, and hope to die, I'll stick a thousand needles in my eye' promised." I nodded sadly, fully aware that she was, at least for the mean time, intending on keeping her promise.

The silence was broken by Oliver's gentle rapping at the door. He took a slow, cautionary step inside the room. "Hey, Sammy. McNally, how you feeling?"

"I'm fine, thanks."

Sam walked to the bedside and put a hand lovingly on Abby's head. "Abby, this is my friend Oliver."

Abby smiled sweetly at him and waved a hand. "Hi, Oliver. I'm Abby." Oliver entered the room and placed himself on the other side of the bed. He bent down, bringing himself more to her level, and replied, "Hi there, Abby. That's a nice bear you've got."

She beamed at Oliver. "I named it Sammy. He got it for me," she pointed at Sam again.

"Ollie, can you take Abby down to the station? I'm going to take McNally to her place so she can get some new clothes."

Oliver shook his head in agreement, picked Abby up off the bed, and set her back on the ground. He extended his hand to her which she wrapped her small hand as best as she could around his with excitement. "Do you guys have coffee? And- and donuts?" She inquired honestly.

Sam, Oliver and I broke out into a fit of laughter. Oliver started walking her towards the door and replied, "Well, we can get some." Their conversation revolving around sprinkles and glaze continued as Abby and Oliver left the room. Once they were gone, I stood up off the bed and looked at Sam. I opened my mouth to speak but Sam cut me off.

"Let's go, McNally!" he said as he pulled out his keys. He started towards the door with me in his wake.

Feebly, I said, "You know, I don't need new clothes."

Sam stopped in the threshold of the door and turned towards me. He leaned closer and said slowly, "No offense, but I'm quite sick of seeing you in a hospital gown. Doesn't really show off your silhouette."

After winking, he turned back around and marched off leaving me in a state of complete shock and embarrassment.

I'm starting to make comparisons between this and If Tomorrow Came, and God is this one happier. Plus I get to write flirtation! Hurrah! If you haven't read If Tomorrow Came yet, personally, I think you should... Just saying.

I really, truly, sincerely from the bottom of my heart you are enjoying this so far. I really do love writing and dedicating my time to something. Especially something that other people can enjoy. Yay! Let me know what you think.

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