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I was about to say something, when we hear a car screeching around the corner and racing in. I was off to the edge of the parking lot but Sam wasn't, the car went right for him, but he dodged it from what I could see. I heard a voice coming from the back round. "This is for Antonio!" followed by a bang, bang, bang!

Sams POV

I saw the car heading right for me. The rest of what happened was all a blur; I think I dodged the car. I guess that's why I'm still alive. Laying here with excruciating pain in my leg, I probably broke it. But suddenly the pain didn't matter once I heard the shots and the car skidding away. I managed to lift my head up a bit to see Andy lying on the ground.

I rolled onto my stomach and started pulling myself over to her, forgetting all of the pain. Before I knew it I had her in my arms, rocking her back and forth.

I lifted my head up to see almost the entire precinct running to our direction.

"Andy, Andy, please don't leave me, you can't leave me, please, please…" I whispered to her.

She was shot 3 times. Two bullets in her chest, 1 near her neck. I placed my hands on 2 of the wounds and pressed hard to stop some of the bleeding.

"Sam" she breathed placing her cold, shivering hand on my cheek.

She started to shake and was gasping for air.

I didn't know what to do, so I just held her staring into her big brown eyes.

"Don't you dare leave me, you hear me" I told her.

I heard the sirens; they were getting closer, and closer, until they finally reached us.

"What happened? Andy?" a frantic voice was calling.

I turned my head around to see Jerry holding Traci, and beside her were Peck, Diaz, Epstein, and Shaw. Running to them was Noelle. Traci sobbing in Jerry's arms, Diaz looked like he was about to collapse, the rest looking shocked and worried.

The paramedics pushed me out of the way so they could work on Andy. They did what they had to do to get her stabilized her for now. Put her on the stretcher and wheeled her away, right after them was Nash chasing them.

"Sam you okay?" jerry asked.

I couldn't reply. I felt like I didn't have a voice and if I were to use it I would end up saying things I might regret.

"Could we have some medics over here" Shaw yelled.

"Sam I know you can hear us, just snap out of it. I know you're worried about her. But sitting hear ignoring us is not going to help her or you." Jerry said.

"My leg" I mumbled.

The paramedics came over to check out my leg. There was this young girl who looked like she was in training. She was going to pull the shoe off without untying it.

"No, undo the laces first!"

She just nodded. She took out scissors from her bag and cut the laces, my sock, and my pant. She looked kind of worried, which made me worried for her to be working on me. Ii wish she could just hurry up so I could see Andy.

"You know what you're doing right?" I questioned.

She just nodded. She got this cast type thing and put leg in it, and then they wheeled me away.

Later on at the hospital… the doctor told me that my leg is broken in two parts.

"Mr. Swarek, you broke your fibula and patella, your going to go into surgery in about 30 minutes once we get you prepared."

Surgery, now. The doctors got to be kidding me, when Andy's hurt. I don't even know if she's alive.

"No, you can't do the surgery now. I need to go check on my partner, broken leg or not" I said trying to get up.

I asked them for crutches, first they said no but eventually said yes once I explained the situation. I hopped around with my crutches in the hallway trying to see if I could find Andy's room, instead I stumbled across the waiting room. I hopped in there to see almost everyone was standing there talking to a doctor. So I decided to hop over and see what going on, despite all the pain I have in my leg.

"Is this Andy's doctor?"

"Swarek? Aren't you supposed to be in surgery?" Boyko questioned.

"No! Just answer the question?"

"Yes I am. If you're wondering how she's doing, she's in very critical condition. Right now she's in surgery, were trying to get the first bullet out of her chest. And if you're also wondering the bullet punctured her right lung. And the other bullet we got them out fine compared to the one in her chest there nothing" the doctor said.

Instead of saying anything else I just walked away to one of the chairs next to Jerry and Oliver. I took my hands and ran them through my hair practically pulling out my hair. I slouched back into the chair thinking what I could've done differently.

"Look Sammy, she's a fighter she'll make it through this" Oliver said.

"Maybe. But she shouldn't be in there I should, I should have done something, anything."

"Sam," Jerry began putting his arm on my shoulder," there was nothing you could do; you were hit by a car."

I was going to reply to that but then some alarm started going off and the doctor started running down the hall. I followed him down the hallway. Stupid thing to do I know, But I had to know what was going on. Finally I found them. There she was lying there on the bed. Blood all over. The monitor just a straight line going across.

"We've lost her!" one of the nurses shouted.