Heyyyyy there. Remember me? The ever so horrible person who hasn't updated in like a million years?

Yea, sorry about that.

Let's just say that I was caught up with a whole bunch of other stuff, but still, that's no excuse for leaving all of ya'll hanging.

I guess that when the season was over, my motivation kind of wavered for a bit, but I`m back now :) I just hope that ya'll don't hate me too much for keeping you waiting for so long.

Thanks to all of you who've favourited my story cuz it was like a friendly boot up the ass to let me know that I should probably update this story.

Much appreciated.

And also thank you to my friend for giving me a much less subtle kick in the ass to get this story on the road.

So this is for you Devanshi, and all you loyal readers who've been following this story and thank you all for not hunting me down and beating me with a stick :) though I`m pretty sure Devanshi wouldn't mind doing that -.-

Lol.

So anyways, on with the story (finally).

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

"Don't you worry dear," she said in a motherly tone.

"She'll be right as rain, you just watch. And soon you'll be walking her down the aisle and holding your babies." She said and my heart clenched.

If only... I thought.

I said nothing. Only looked at Andy silently and after a moment, the woman rubbed my back.

"Don't worry. Everything will work out." She said almost as if she knew exactly what I was going through right now.

"I hope so..." I said softly.

"Now I`m just going to leave the two of you alone for a bit. You should talk to her. My senses tell me that it won't be long now. Just you wait and see," she said and moved towards the door.

"Oh and my name's Bernadette, just call me Bernie," she said as she opened the door.

"Sam Swarek," I said as I turned to face her.

She smiled and turned around. But before she left she looked over her shoulder at me.

"Have faith Sam..." she said and then left.

Have faith.

The words echoed dully in my head as I turned to rest my gaze on Andy's unmoving form on the large bed. The rise and fall of her chest under the hospital issued light blue sheets was somewhat reassuring, as was the steady beep of her heart monitor.

With a sigh I gently picked up her hand and sat down on the chair at the head of her bed. Resting my elbows on my knees, I leaned forward and looked down at our joined hands.

"So I hear that you're doing better," I said quietly, still looking down at our hands.

"That`s good...Improvement, you know?" The words rang throughout the room then died down as I lapsed back into an awkward silence.

Since when was talking to Andy this weird? I thought, frustrated.

I scrubbed my free hand over my face and lifted my eyes to look at her yet again.

"Andy, God... You have to get better. And yea, I know that that's probably what everyone's been saying to you, but you gotta know that we mean it."

"We can't lose you Andy. I can't lose you. Not like this. Not again."

When my words were met by silence I scooted my chair closer to the bed and laid my free hand gently on the side of her face.

"Open your eyes, Andy." I murmured, stroking her cheek absently with my thumb.

"Look at me, Andy," I whispered bringing my face closer to hers.

"Please."

My face was so close to hers that her hair fluttered about as I spoke softly to her. With careful fingers I brushed away an idle lock that had drifted over her eye.

"Please." I murmured again, my lips only a whisper away from hers. That tiny distance was rapidly closing as my head moved forward to its own accord.

I was so intently focused on her face that I almost didn't feel her hand flex lightly in mine. Almost. Simultaneously, one of the machines beeped twice before going quiet again. I jerked back to look down at her, but she was still once again.

"Andy?"

I got no reply, not that I was really expecting one. With a sigh I leaned in to rest my forehead lightly on her shoulder. I must have imagined that, I thought sadly, and sure enough, she looked exactly as she had before.

Suddenly the reality of all of this hit me hard and I expelled a shaky breath as I burrowed my face into the juncture of her shoulder and neck.

"Oh God," I said, the words muffled against her soft skin and I shuddered. I didn't even think about how I would explain this if someone walked through that door right now. And quite frankly, I didn't give a rat's ass right at this moment.

I simply didn't think at all as I clutched Andy's prone form closer to me, rocking us both lightly. I subconsciously remembered that this was how I held Cam once the doctors announced that nothing more could be done for her.

Recalling that memory did nothing to calm me down or reassure me that things were going to be okay.

I held her more firmly and jerked upright once again when I heard a squeak. I looked around to see where it was coming from, and noticed that the IV fluid bag was rocking back and forth from where it was hanging.

I stood up and walked around the bed to look over at it and noticed that the bag was hung on a stand which had wheels. An experimental shake of the stand told me that this was where the squeak had come from. I must have tugged on the tubing when I was holding Andy.

I laughed softly at myself for getting so worked up over nothing. Now that I thought about it, it was quite humorous. But on a more serious note, I realized that I probably shouldn't be grabbing at her like that. God forbid that I pull out something that shouldn't be pulled out and put her life at even more of a risk than I already had.

Just for the sanity of my mind, I looked closely at where the IV tube connected with her skin. When I was satisfied that there was no leaking, and that I hadn't pulled anything out, I started to walk around the bed towards the chair again.

But before I got there, the door to Andy's room was flung open, the sudden movement startling me, and had my right hand twitch in the direction of where my weapon would have been had I been wearing my uniform.

Years of training. What can I say.

Once I saw who it was, however, I realized that I would need a whole lot more than my police issue to handle this problem.

I internally groaned as Jennifer rushed in with all her blonde haired glory. Wasn't she supposed to be working? It was a miracle that she hasn't been fired yet, I thought as the door closed at her back.

"Jen, what are you do—"

I didn't get the chance to complete my sentence, because with a soft giggle, she launched herself at me. Her momentum almost threw me off, so my hands automatically went to her hips to steady the both of us, lest we fall on top of Andy.

Obviously that was the wrong thing to do, because she apparently took it as an invitation to snake her arms up around my neck and press her curvaceous body flush against mine.

She looked up at me and winked as a sly grin appeared across her face.

"What—"

She cut me off again, but this time, she did it by pressing her lips firmly to mine. I knew I should have pushed her away, but for some reason I couldn't. It probably had something to do with the fact that I am a straight male.

"Um—"

I tried to speak under the assault of her lips, but she wouldn't have it.

"Shh," she murmured against my mouth, then continued to kiss me fervently. It was only a matter of time before my body decided to respond to her, and I kissed her back.

Jen moaned softly and tracked her hands down my chest, under my shirt, then up my back. She not so subtly also began to grind her hips against my own, and I'd have to be made of stone not to react to it.

My hands gripped her waist tightly and brought her more firmly against me.

You should be ashamed, some part of my brain yelled at me. You love Andy, not Jennifer, it accused.

That pretty much snapped me back to reality, and I felt the shame wash through me. I tried to softly push Jennifer away, and jerked when one of her hands traveled to the front of my jeans.

Oh for God's sake. How much more can a man take?

I grabbed her wandering hand to cease its movement even though a small part of me didn't want to. Acknowledging that small part of me had my stomach lurching again, not in arousal, but in mortification.

"Jen." I murmured against her mouth, trying to get her to stop kissing me, which obviously wasn't working too well considering that she just stepped it up a notch, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

This had to stop. Someone could walk in any minute. Someone could—

"Sam?"

The voice was small and almost inaudible, but my eyes flew open and shot over to the bed.

"Ow," I heard Jen complain, I guessed I'd pushed her away with more force than I had initially intended. But Jen and all of the madness that she brought were soon forgotten as my eyes locked on the bed. Or to be more precise, locked onto wide brown eyes.

"I... Andy?" I stuttered, and had the sudden urge to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. But sure enough, there she was, her eyes open and fixed on me. Her eyes shot from me to a spot somewhere over my shoulder.

A slight shuffling from that direction told me that Andy was looking at Jen. When her eyes returned to mine, my heart dropped down to my feet to see them rapidly fill with tears.

Right at that moment, a dozen machines began to beep and buzz and hum around us, but I barely noticed as I watched as my Rookie came out of her coma. It would have been a happy ordeal if it hadn't been for the look in her eyes, or the tears that continued to gather there.

Oh God, what have I done...

Ta da! Lol.

I`m sorry if this chapter isn't as good as my others, but you know, I have to get my momentum back.

Hope you enjoyed it.

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