"Uh, I'll give you two some privacy. Yeah, let me get outta here." Oliver mumbled, hearing my heart rate monitor quicken.
"Thanks Ollie." Andy said, her hands knitted together nervously. It's just me. That's what I wanted to tel l her. The one you had a flour fight with. The one you sat with for hours at The Penny talking about life. The one who told you lame jokes to try and make you happy.
"Hi." She said, coming closer but still so distant.
"I won't bite, I promise." I said, wincing as I sat up a bit. I know it was hard to look good right now, but I didn't want her to see me like this.
"Stop moving Sam! You'll rip your stitches!" She came closer then, grabbing my hand. My whole body went numb, my heart beating fast.
"I'm so sorry about your dad." I told her. She exhaled loudly, letting go of me.
"Oliver has such a big mouth!" She sighed.
"But he's doing alright?" I asked, looking at her beautiful features. Her lips pursed together as she nodded. She was holding back, I could tell.
"Andy, you can talk to me. I know things have been tense lately but I'm always here for you." I reached out to take her hand and clasped hers in mine.
"Sam-" I looked up to meet her eyes. They were full to the brim with tears, a few spilling over.
"And-" She yanked her hand away, taking a few steps back. It was then she started to sob.
"I thought I was going to lose you, don't you get it Sam? Won't you ever understand how much I care about you- how much I've cared about you?" She cried. I felt pain in my chest as she sobbed, turning away from me.
I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me. How I'd loved her since that first time she'd stood up to me in the locker room. I wanted her to know who she was to me. But the words couldn't escape my mouth.
"I'll talk to you later, Sam. I can't talk about this right now." She cried, walking out of the room. No, this was not okay. I was not going to let this be it. I pulled out my IV, the machine making loud noises as I mustered every ounce of energy in me to sit up.
"AHHH!" I yelled, feeling the pain in my abdomen.
'Andy' I winced, standing only to fall over in the process. I needed to see her. To get through to her.
"Sam! Get back in bed right now!" The blonde nurse rushed to my side.
"You ripped your stitches! Why on earth would you get out of bed?!" She said frustratedly.
"I'm sorry." I said, feeling a tear stinging my cheek. My eyes focused on the door- the open door with no one on the outside.
"I lost her again." I ached, the room going blurry. I wondered if we'd ever get the happiness we both desperately wanted. That little boy on the swing; the white picket fence, the love of my life in my arms forever.