So here is the much anticipated chapter 7.

im so sorry it took forever for me to put this up. i finished it last night but i couldnt put it up until today.

it was the long weekend so i could find the time to do this earlier. My apologiessssssssssss :)

hope you like it. enjoy!

Rookie Blue and its original concepts do not belong to me.

Jerry and I sat in stony silence as we made our way through the traffic. Since he didn't have a cruiser, the trip to the hospital was a long and frustrating one.

"She's going to be fine Sam," Jerry broke the silence. "I know what you're thinking. And it's not. It's not like last time. You know it's not."

I sighed.

"Yeah well it sure seems like it to me," I mumbled.

"Sam," he sighed. "When are you going to let that go? There was nothing you could have possibly done to save Ca—"

"I really don't want to talk about that right now," I interrupted. "Right now I just want to get to that Goddamn hospital."

We drifted back into silence for the rest of the trip. The only sound was Jerry's occasional curse at the other drivers.

After what seemed like the longest ride of my life, we finally arrived at the hospital.

Once Jerry parked, we both approached the emergency entrance at a brisk pace.

As soon as we were inside, I rushed to the information counter.

"McNally, Andy. She was admitted a little while ago with gunshot wounds. Where is she? Is she okay?" I interrogated the nurse.

She looked up and down at me with wide eyes, no doubt taking in the blood on my body and clothes.

At the look I gave her, she typed something into the computer on the desk without asking any questions, and looked back up at me.

"Yes, she is admitted. Right now, she's in the emergency operating room. But I can't let you up there, sir." She said, her eyes flitting back and forth from my face to my bloodied body and clothing.

If she was smart, she would have noted the police uniform, but apparently she wasn't.

My temper was already on a short fuse and this woman was doing nothing to work with the problem.

"You don't get it," I forced through my clenched teeth. "I have to go up there right now."

"I'm sorry sir; access up there is restricted to specific personnel. I can't let you go up there."

Was she serious? I was a cop; nothing was "restricted" to a cop. Sensing my tension, Jerry put a restraining hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Ms..." he looked down at her name tag, "Ms. Harnslow, but we are with the 15th division police department," he pointed out, just in case she missed it. "We need to get up to see Ms. McNally."

The uncertain look on her face was being to frustrate me.

She looked up at me, then at Jerry. Her gaze returned to me as she took in the blood, and the uniform, once again, then nodded.

"Okay. Ms. McNally is on the 2nd floor. The elevators are to your right down that hall over there," she pointed to our right.

"Once you're on the 2nd floor, just follow the signs pointing to the Emergency Operating rooms. She's in room 4E. You won't be able to go in, but you can talk to the surgeons there," she finished sternly.

I immediately took off in the direction of the elevators. I heard Jerry mutter a "thank you" and then I heard his footsteps following me.

I pushed the button to call the elevator and I began to fidget in impatience.

I felt eyes on me and I turned in Jerry's direction. I met his gaze for a second before he looked away.

"Calm down Sam. You need to be thinking clearly to get through this. You need it for you and for Andy. So take a deep breath and calm down."

I sighed deeply as we stepped into the elevator that just opened. I knew what he was saying was making sense, but how could I stay calm?

All these emotions that I never wanted to feel, never thought I could feel again, were picking right now to emerge.

It was impossible for me to stay calm, but I had to try for Andy's sake. I just had to.

"I never thought I'd have to do this again," I said quietly.

Jerry put a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, neither did I. I'm sorry man."

I looked over at him. We've been friends for as long as I could remember. We went to school together, and we went to the academy together. He knew me better than anyone, so naturally he knew about Camille too.

"Me too," I said softly.

The elevator slid open once it reached the second floor. Jerry and I excited the together passing by two nurses who looked questioningly at the blood on me.

The uniform however, kept the prying questions away.

Jerry and I stalked down the hallway, following the signs that would lead us to room 4E.

It was the room at the very end of the empty hallway.

Once we reached 4E, we stood outside the two large double doors. We remembered the nurses' warning that we couldn't go in.

On any other circumstance, I wouldn't have cared, but this time, it was Andy in that operating room. It was Andy on that operating table fighting for her life.

There wasn't anything that I would do to jeopardize her safety... again. So I stood against the wall as Jerry walked towards the door and peered through the little window.

I didn't want to go anywhere near that window. I didn't want to see what was going on in there.

Jerry suddenly stepped back from the door as it opened and one of the surgeons came out, probably after being warned by the nurse at the counter about us.

"I'm Dr. Reinfrew. You're here about Ms. McNally, am I correct?" he said to us.

"Yes we are," answered Jerry in a calm voice that I never could have managed right now. "How is she doing?"

"We don't know as of right now," he answered and my heart squeezed in my chest. "We only managed to retrieve 2 of the four bullets. The team is working on locating and removing the 3rd as we speak."

"Our main concern was the bullet that entered at the base of her neck. That is the 4th bullet we have yet to check on. There weren't any exit wounds so we know that the bullets stayed in her body. Our concern is that the bullet may have caused some sort of trauma to her brain."

Hearing him say that made my heart pound painfully in my chest.

"What about the other bullets?" I heard Jerry ask.

"Well considering the possible damage done to her brain, the other wounds are nothing. The first bullet grazed the top of her left lung, we were lucky that I didn't puncture it. The 2nd bullet however did slightly puncture her right lung."

"That is a major concern for us. The 3rd bullet penetrated her diaphragm, but luckily it went through it completely. That makes it easier to remove. Again, we are hoping that the 4th bullet didn't do much damage to the brain because considering all the other damage done to her body, the strain placed on her brain and heart is a big one. "

With every sentence that came from his mouth, my heart just kept sinking lower and lower. Those bullets were meant for me. I thought helplessly.

"Hopefully we—" the surgeon began but before her could finish there was a loud sound that came from the operating room.

The door flew open and another aid came out. Inside the operating room, the others were moving around the room in a hurry.

"Doctor we need you in here right now." The young lady said in a rushed voice.

The expression on her face made my insides flip upside down.

The doctor turned away from us and hurried into the room after the aid.

As the doors were swinging shut, we heard one of the doctors' voices' raise above all the other sounds, and my heart stopped completely.

"We're losing her."

I'll try to get chapter 8 up later today. Comment and review!

xoxo thedarkangel22