Into the Flames {Station 19 x you}

twenty-one: apologies

I flinch, my fingers tracing the bruising. My eyes watching from the bathroom mirror. I shake my head from side to side lowering my fingers. The bruising was healing just slowly. The burn marks seem to have healed, just scarred.

A low sigh escapes my lips as I reach forward and grab the medicine, gently rubbing it all over. I don't press too hard, I press barely, rubbing it all in. Even the slightest touch makes me flinch, jerk forward and it hurts.

"Y/n?" Andy's voice rings out and I jump, forgetting she got off today. I set the medicine down hearing the front door open. Her keys jiggling. "Y/n?"

"I-I'm in here!" I shout back, lingering my eyes down while reaching for the bandage. I hear the door creek open. I turn my head towards the door and lock eyes with Andy's. "Can you help? This is my third go trying to wrap it."

Andy smiles lightly, pushing the door further open before walking in. She carefully takes the rolled bandage out from my hand before easily placing the end piece on my side. She begins wrapping it. Efficiently and fast. She does it so gingerly for the speed and I only flinch a couple times.

We stay quiet during the little exchange. I didn't really care though. After telling Andy some of Joey and Caroline a call came through and she took off. I then told Warren I was heading home. Which I did but I couldn't stop thinking. About literally everything and anything. The fire especially from when me and Caroline went to. Seeing Andy run into that burning down fire sent me into a state of panic. Something I've truly never felt before dor somebody else. Myself, all the time growing up. But for somebody else it was different, weird. Yet feels important.

"What's on your mind?" Andy asks, finishing up the bandage. I blink, being torn from my thoughts. My eyes lock with Andy's seeing her tilt her head, taking a step back.

"Nothing. I think I'm just tired," I say, and give a small smile. Andy nods, her eyes flicking back and forth between mine.

"Just tired? You sure?"

I nod.

"Hey-" Andy pauses and tilts her head. Her body loosens up and she smiles lightly. I look at her and nod my head. "We got to be able to talk to one another okay?"

"I know but really, I'm just tired," I say easily and Andy nods. It's almost like she can read me like a book. A little scary but I guess this is how it's supposed to be. And I'm taking what Joey said to heart. I do want to run. It'd be easier to take off, fend for myself to stop history from repeating but from what Joey said earlier and my own heart, something's telling me this time around it's different. So much different.

I bite my lip and step forwards swiftly wrapping my arms around Andy. She stumbles back a step before loosely wrapping her arms around me. One of her hands on the back of my head.

"I appreciate you Andy," I whisper and feel her embrace tighten easily. "I know I'm a lot to handle but I'm very grateful for you in my life."

"You'll always have me Mija," Andy whispers. A gentle kiss placed on top of my head. Her hand rubs and down my back now before we break apart. Our eyes locking. "You look tired."

I chuckle lightly. "Wow, thanks."

"Sorry I just didn't believe you but now seeing you up close, you got bags forming." Andy raises her hand and pokes gently around my eyes. My jaw drops and I swiftly spin to look in the mirror. When I look I don't see any dark circles. A knowing look spreads my face as Andy claps her hands together, tossing back her head and laughing.

"You actually got me," I say, disbelief in my voice as a small smile creeps my lips. Andy laughs and nods.

"I did. I'm sorry but I saw opportunity." Her laughter dies down and I shake my head from side to side. "Alright, brush your teeth. Get to bed!"