As Andy walked back to her room, he tried to decide the best way to broach the subject of the medicine. He knew that he and Sharon both shared the same views on taking certain medications but he also knew that this could make a huge difference in her recovery.

As he entered her room, he wasn't surprised to see that she was still upset and crying. He sat down on the edge of the bed and she looked at him with pleading eyes. Just as he was about to speak, her cellphone rang again. Still in his pocket, he pulled out the phone and looked at the display seeing that it was Rusty. "Hey kid…yeah…she can't talk right now…she…she's had a rough afternoon, but we are waiting to see if the doctor will let her come home tonight…ok…I'll call you as soon as we find out…ok…I will," Andy ended the call and place the phone beside him on the bed.

"What did the doctor say?"

"He's considering it. He will come by with his answer shortly. Look, taking her hand in his, I need to ask you something. I understand why you refused the morphine. I do, I get it. But why won't you take the anti-anxiety medicine?" She looked at him shocked at his question. Before she could answer, he continued, "Sharon there is absolutely nothing wrong with taking that. You need it after what you have been through."

Pulling her hand from his and turning from him, "You don't know what I've been through!"

"You're right. You're absolutely right, I don't exactly know. But, you could tell me."

She looked at him, her eyes quickly haunted with fear, "No…no…Andy…Please don't make me tell…" She looked quickly away from him, bringing her hand to her face.

"Sharon," he whispered, "I would never make you tell me. I just thought…thought that it might make you feel better to talk about everything. I need you to know…to understand… that I am here for you…no matter what."

She looked at him again, taking his hand in hers, "I know that…I promise I do. It's just that…that…there are somethings that you don't need to know. And I will have to give my statement eventually…and I…I only want to have to say everything once…Just one time and then I can forget…forget and move on."

He gently stroked her hand with his thumb, her words cutting deep into his heart, "Forget? You think it will be that easy? Sharon, you actually believe that your mind is going to let you say it once and then just move on as if…as if it never happened?"

"Yes."

"But sweetheart,"

She cut him off, her jade eyes seeking understanding, "Andy, please…I don't want to talk about it…Please…just trust me…I know how my…my mind works…I know how I…I have to deal with things…I…I've done it before…I know…"

"Okay…okay…But, I do know that in order for your body to rest, your mind needs to rest too."

"Andy, you sound like a doctor. Did he tell you to say that?" the exasperation sounding in her voice.

Taking her hand in his again, "No sweetheart, I just think…

Trying to turn away from him again, she cried, "I…I'm…just…just….so scared. I've never not…not been in control of my emotions…I…don't want to lose myself behind some…some drug."

"Sharon, that's not how it works." Gently, cupping her face with his other hand so she would look at him, "and honestly, are you…are you really feeling like yourself right now?"

She looked away from him again, but did not pull her hand from his. If anything she tightened her grip. "No…No…not at all," she whispered.

"Okay then. The medicine will help you…help you find yourself again. Sharon, I wouldn't lie to you about this. And I wouldn't question or encourage you to take it if I didn't think it was important. Please…"

"Okay."

"Okay," he said gently pulling her to him.

Dr. Granger was pleased that Sharon finally agreed to take the anti-anxiety medication. With some hesitation, he signed the discharge papers so Andy could take Sharon home but he insisted a few ground rules be put into place first. She must not be left alone or allowed to walk un-attended for the next seven days. Along with the anxiety medication he sent her home with an antibiotic, an anti-inflammatory drug and a prescription dose of Tylenol. He wanted to make sure they both understood the seriousness of her head injury and were prepared for the dizziness and headaches that will continue to plague her in the days to come. Before she was finally released, the nurse came in and fitted her with a removable brace for her hand and wrist that she needs to wear at all times and one for her ankle that she is to wear as needed. She also scheduled a follow up appointment with Sharon's personal physician in seven days.

As the nurse got Sharon settled in the wheelchair, Andy made his way to the parking garage for the car. On the way he decided to call Provenza and let him know they were going home.

Louie picked up on the first ring, "everything okay?"

"Yeah…yeah…Actually, I wanted to let you know I'm taking her home, just on my way to get the car."

"I'm surprised so soon. I thought maybe tomorrow but…tonight…You're sure she's ready?"

"I don't know, I'm a little nervous about it, but after talking with the doctor we both agree emotionally it is the best decision for Sharon. This afternoon has been really difficult. Louie, she didn't even want to talk with her kids when they called. I mean she did eventually but she was very hesitant. It's killing me to see her like this…And she…she refused to talk to me about what happen…what he did…she thinks she can just say it once…when she gives her statement…and then just forget…she thinks she can forget it all… Look I gotta call Rusty and let him know we're headed home. We'll talk later…okay…bye…"

With the nurse's help they quickly got Sharon settled in the car. As Andy pulled out of the hospital drive, Sharon reached over and took his hand in hers. "Thank you Andy for always being here for me, I can't…I…" She wanted to say "I love you" but she was scared, so scared of opening her heart fully to him so instead she simply just said "I'm glad you're here."

He gently squeezed her hand, he wanted so badly to say "I love you", but he didn't want to scare her so he simply said "Me too. There is no place I'd rather be."

They held hands like that for the remainder of the drive. He was glad to see she even relaxed enough to doze off a little. Rusty was waiting by the lobby entrance in the parking garage for them. Andy wanted Sharon to have to walk as little as possible. They both helped Sharon through the lobby and to the elevator. Andy went back to park the car as Sharon and Rusty boarded the elevator.

As Rusty stood on her left side gently holding her waist, he could see as the elevator ascended, that she was becoming paler by the second and sweat was beginning to form on her forehead. "Sharon?"

She closed her eyes and began to sway. "Rusty I need you to stand in front of me."

He didn't want to let go of her, but he quickly did what she asked. He felt her good arm slide around his waist and her forehead rest against his upper back as she leaned into him. "I'm okay Rusty; I'm not going to fall. I just need to close my eyes and lean on you for a minute," she whispered in a low voice.

They stayed like that until the elevator stopped on the eleventh floor. "Can you walk to the condo door?"

"Yes. I think so." Rusty once again got on her left side and slowly guided her to the condo door. Once inside he tried to get her to go to her bedroom, but she insisted on going to the couch. Which probably was a good idea since it was closer. She moaned a little as she sat down on the couch. Rusty arranged the pillows and helped her to lay back and prop her ankle up.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, honey I would love some."

As Rusty headed toward the kitchen, he heard a soft knock on the door. He opened it and Andy came rushing in. "Is she okay? Did you get her settled in her bedroom?"

"Besides almost fainting in the elevator, we made it fine. But she's not in the bedroom, she insisted on going to the couch," Rusty smirked, rolling his eyes. "Flynn, are you sure she needed to come home so soon?"

"She can hear both of you," Sharon softly calls from her position on the couch.

Andy immediately went to her. "Sweetheart, you need to be in bed…"

"Andrew Flynn, if you think I am getting into our bed without having a shower first…you…"as she tried to sit up from the couch. Groaning, she lay back against the pillows before she could finish her reprimand.

"Our bed" he thought with a smile. "Okay, okay you're right. And I'm an idiot. But you need to rest here a little before we try to tackle that…Deal?" he asked taking her hand into his.

"Deal" she replied, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing him softly.

They all agreed that something light for dinner would be good, so Rusty offered to make a pasta salad for the 3 of them. Sharon quickly drifted off to sleep while Andy stepped out on the balcony to call Ricky, Emily and Nicole.