Saving Andy

Sam's POV

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It's been 3 days since we found out Andy's being targeted. We found a hit list on the roof of City Hall with her name written on it almost 15 times. Whoever is after her wants her gone desperately. But who? That's the question that's on everyone's minds, who?

My train of thought is interrupted when the doctor comes in with Andy's discharge papers and a wheelchair.

"No way am I leaving in that! I can walk! I'm fine!" She starts saying.

"I'm sorry Miss McNally but this is standard procedure. All patients are to be in a wheel chair until they reach they're vehicle."

"Fine." She sits down and I push her out the doors to the truck. She gasps.

I kneel down next to her, worried that she's hurt.

"Andy are you okay?"

"Yea Sam I'm fine. It's been a while since I've been outside and seen the sun."

Her words almost make me tear up! but at the same time they fuel me to find the guys that's trying to kill her sooner. I help her into the truck and go back to return the wheelchair. When I get back to the truck, I realize that Andy had already dozed off. They must have given her some pain killers before she left.

We arrive so my house 20 minutes later. I turn off the engine, get out, and head to the passenger's side to carry Andy to bed. The slightest exertion is exhausting for her right now. As I carry her, she mumbles something I don't understand into my shirt. I finally get to her room, put in bed and tuck her, and quickly dash back to the truck to get her medication from a pharmacy.

I come back 10 minutes later and thankfully she's still asleep. I lay down on the couch and before I knew it, I dozed off.

Andy's POV

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When I woke up from my pain medication induced slumber I find myself in a bed.

'How did I get here?' I think to myself. Then I remember Sam driving me to his place. I must be in his spare room. I shift my legs off the bed, my bullet wound painfully throbbing and my stomach growling.

'I need to find something to eat.' I think to myself. I make my way quietly to the living room to find Sam sleeping on the couch.

'He looks so peaceful when he's asleep' I say to myself. I feel bad because he stay up day and night to make sure whoever is coming after me doesn't get to me. I slowly make my way to the kitchen, the wooden flooring under my feet creaking slightly. I curse to myself and hope it wasn't enough to wake Sam. I see him stir.

'Ugh! I'm an idiot! I woke him up!' I say to myself.

"Hey Andy do you need anything?" He says, his voice still low from sleeping.

"No it's okay, you should go back to sleep, get some rest."

"Andy, I'm fine. Do you want some food? You've been asleep since we left the hospital which was almost 7 hours ago. I'll get you some food then you can take your pain meds. Okay?"

"Yea that's good. I'm starving."

"I bet you are. How's your chest?"

"Hurts like hell. Nothing a little pain medication can't fix."

"Well that's why we have it." He hands me a little orange bottle with my name on it and several pills inside.

"You have to take one every 8 hours for the pain. The pills have anti-infection fluids in them to prevent any possible infections."

"Why thank you doctor Sam. I don't know what I would possibly do without you." I say in sarcastic tone.

He turns around, turkey sandwich in hand.

"Me neither McNally, me neither."

Sorry I haven't updated recently. I've been crazy busy with fasting and working. I'm going to try to update again soon hopefully next week. Please share this story and vote! Thanks for reading!