Feeling Alone – Part 3 (Final)
"I don't know, Ben. But I do know at nearly 50 she should consider slowing down." Miranda almost rolled her eyes at how long Andy had been a firefighter.
"Oh, come on now. You know Andy wouldn't slow down until she was forced to."
"I know. That's what worries me. It isn't just her that she needs to worry about."
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It was an hour later when Pru, Bailey and Ben were settled in Andy's room. Pru still had tears falling down her cheeks, Bailey's arm around her, trying to comfort her.
There was a knock on the door and the three of them turned to look at who knocked, and they saw Maya and Carina.
Carina walks into the room first, letting her wife take her time, understanding how hard this was for her. Carina looked at the bed and what she saw shocked her. Andy had a bandage wrapped around her head and a cast on her right leg and a splint on her left wrist. Carina knew Andy was injured but she wasn't expecting this.
"How bad is the head injury?" Maya asked. Everyone's heads turned to her, and they saw Maya looking straight at Andy and nothing else. When no one answered Maya looked at Miranda. "Bailey, how bad is her head injury?"
"Bishop, Dr. Shepherd would be a person to explain this." Just as Miranda finished Amelia walked in.
"She's right," Amelia said. "Andy had a hard knock. She has a cut on her forehead, and the back of her head." Amelia told them. "She doesn't have any fractures, no brain bleeds, she just has a really bad concussion that I won't know the extent of until she's awake," Amelia told them.
"What about her leg and wrist?" Carina asked.
"Leg is just a regular break, Will heal in a couple of months," Miranda told her. "Wrist is only sprained."
Carina nodded and wrapped an arm around her wife. It was silent in the room for all of two seconds when the group heard footsteps rushing into the room. They looked up and saw Jack, Robert and Natasha.
"How's she doing?" Jack asked, dressed in his uniform still. Obviously coming from teaching at the academy.
"She's got a bad head injury, broken leg and sprained wrist." Miranda listed and looked down at Pru. Pru still had tears running down her cheeks silently, so she rubbed her arm.
Jack was watching Pru, and he saw how devasted she was. He wasn't sure if this would help but he walked closer to her and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Uncle Jack," Pru said, turning around and wrapping her arms around Jack. Jack held Pru and looked over her shoulder. He looked at the bed and was heartbroken by the sight that met him. His best friend. His messy, twisted, other half. They had become closer and closer since Ryan had died and since Vic and Travis left 19 Andy had relied on him like never before. Jack held Pru as she was crying and tried to hold in his own emotions, but tears still fell. He couldn't lose Andy. He just couldn't. Andy was his sister, his other half, his "I'd-give-you-my-liver" kind of person.
After a few more minutes of hugging Pru let go.
"I'm going to go get something to eat. Haven't had anything since breakfast in the beanery this morning." Pru told them, wiping the tears off her cheeks.
"We'll come with you," Ben told her, wrapping an arm around Pru's shoulders and walking her out of the room, Miranda following leaving Jack with Robert and Natasha.
