A/N: So this pretty much begged to be written after last night's episode. As soon as I saw Luke in the hospital bed this formed in my head. I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue.

She hated hospitals, everything about them. She hated their smell. It reminded her of Biology lab in high school. She hated how bright the lights always were. And she hated the sounds. To her, the sounds of beeping monitors weren't all that reassuring. But most of all, she hated the way they made her feel. All she could feel was death, all around her. She definitely did not want to be in this hospital right now.

It had been a little over a day since Luke had come out of surgery. The doctors had gotten the bullets out, but there was a lot of internal bleeding so they kept him heavily sedated for awhile. Almost everyone from the precinct had come to the hospital after hearing he had been shot. But Andy was the only one allowed to see him until he woke up.

As she sat beside his bed, holding his hand, she couldn't help the knot that formed in her stomach at the sight of him laying there. He looked so frail. So weak. So unlike his usual self. She just wanted him to wake up. To be okay.

As she sat there listening to the sounds of the monitors, she tried to remember the last time she slept. Up until now she hadn't even noticed how tired she was. She shifted in her chair and started to lay her head on the mattress when a slight movement caught her eye.

His eyes began to flutter slowly. The fingers being held in her hand began to twitch. His unconscious breathing began to hitch and speed up.

As soon as she realized what was happening she leaned forward and squeezed his hand a little harder. "Luke?" she asked slowly. She remembered it had been awhile since she used her voice as she heard the raspy sound of it. She cleared her throat and began again. "Luke, can you hear me?"

His eyes began to flutter more rapidly and he let out a few labored breaths. "Luke, wake up. C'mon open your eyes," she said as she applied a little more pressure to the hand she was holding.

She saw him swallow hard and take a deep breath. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something but nothing came out. She reached out to caress his face, "It's alright. Just take it slow. Don't force it," she assured as he kept trying to speak.

Slowly he shifted in bed. His eyes had yet to open but Andy could tell he was slowly beginning to come around. He took a deep breath and barely above a whisper he let out the first word she had heard her fiance say in over a day. "Jo?"

Andy opened her mouth to respond but she had no idea what to say. Had he really just said the name of his ex girlfriend? Didn't he know it was her sitting there by his bed? That she was the one that had never left the hospital. That hadn't even tried to sleep yet. How could 'Jo' be the first word out of his mouth? That one little word hit her like a freight train.

She shifted backwards a little in her chair and tried to regain her composure. She had no idea what to say. She was completely taken aback. "No...it's me. It's Andy."

At that Luke opened his eyes. He looked confused. He looked at her and then around the room and then back to her. "Andy?"

She decided to just shake it off. Now wasn't the time to interrogate him. She wanted answers, but they could wait. His recovery was the most important thing right now.

She smiled and rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand. "How do you feel?" she asked as he became more coherent.

"Like shit," he let out as soon as he had his bearings.

Andy nodded, "I'm going to go get the doctor and let him know you woke up," she said as she let go of his hand and stood up. She needed to get out of there. For a more than twenty four hours she couldn't wait for him to wake up. And now that he finally had she wanted nothing more than to get away from him.

She left his room and headed down the hallway towards the nurses station. She found his nurse quickly and told her he had woken up. After, she headed towards the waiting room to let everyone who was still there know. She was met with a loud applause and huge breaths of relief. Everyone had a million questions for her. They wanted to know if he was alright, how he looked, if they could see him. She answered each question and then made her exit. Her mind was a mess and she just needed to get away for awhile.

A couple hours later Andy returned to the hospital. She had gone home, showered and ate as much as her knotted stomach would allow. After she was done she sat on her couch and tried to figure out how she was supposed to be feeling. Was she supposed to be mad? Was she even allowed to be mad? She must have run every possibility through her head as to why her fiance called for his ex. As soon as she realized she was getting no where and was on the verge of driving herself crazy, she left the house and headed back to the hospital. She needed answers.

She didn't recognize anyone in the waiting room as she walked by on her way to his room. She figured everyone had probably gone home by now. As she reached his door, she knocked lightly and and opened it.

Luke was still in the same position in his bed hooked up to the same machines. The only difference was Jo sitting in her chair. She cleared her throat and they both turned to look at her. Jo gave Luke's hand, the fact that she was holding it had not slipped past Andy, a final squeeze and stood to exit the room. She smiled at Andy as she passed and shut the door as she left.

Andy walked over to the chair and took a seat. She smiled at Luke and he smiled at her. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

As he let her hand fall back to the bed, she pulled it away. She placed her hands in her lap and took a deep breath. All the thinking she had done back at the house had brought her some answers. Now she just needed to know if she was right. She needed some kind of confirmation.

"I wasn't supposed to find this, was I?" she asked looking down at the ring she was twisting around her left ring finger.

"What?" he asked. He knew exactly what she meant.

"The ring," she answered. Her mind rushed back to the night he had given her the ring. She had found it, asked him about it and he proposed. She remembered how confused he was. She remembered the way he stared at the box in her hand. He was shocked. More shocked than she was.

"Andy, its not that you weren't supposed to, I just wanted it to happen differently," he let out.

She nodded and thought to herself for a moment. "You said her name when you woke up," she said without making eye contact with him. She kept her eyes on the ring she was still twirling around her finger.

Luke didn't understand. He shook his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Jo. You said Jo. Not me. I was here, Luke. Waiting for you to wake up and when you did you said her name," she let out not being able to hide the defeated tone of her voice.

Shit. "Andy...it's not like I meant to. I was unconscious for over a day. I just had major surgery. I could have said anything," he began to explain.

"Yeah but you didn't," she said finally bringing her eyes to meet his. "You asked for your ex girlfriend."

He sat there. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. What was he thinking, saying Jo's name. He exhaled and reached out to touch her. She pulled back. She didn't want him to touch her. She needed answers. She needed to be strong.

Looking at him, seeing him search desperately for an explanation, it hit her. All at once she connected the dots. Luke didn't intend on her finding the ring because he wasn't planning on proposing to her. Then why did he have the ring?

Oh my God. "The ring...it wasn't for me, was it?" she asked not being able to hide the shock that colored her face.

"Andy, what do you mean? Who else would the ring be for?" he asked praying she wouldn't connect the dots.

"For her..."

"Andy, you're my girlfriend. Why would I have a ring for someone else?"

"I'm not saying you were going to give it to her now." It all started to make sense. "You had it hidden in your things. I found it," she said out loud more to justify things to herself than to get an answer from him. "How long have you had the ring?" she asked hoping she wasn't on the right track but knowing all to well she was.

"Andy..."

She shook her head in protest. "Luke. How long have you had the ring?" She wasn't messing around.

He didn't answer. He sat there staring down at his lap. He didn't know what to say. She wasn't supposed to figure any of this out.

"Oh my God..."

Slowly she took off the ring. She grabbed his hand, opened it and dropped the ring in his palm.

"Andy, please don't do this," he pleaded as he took the ring.

"What am I supposed to do, Luke. You gave me a ring you had originally bought for another women. You gave me this ring because I caught you off guard and you had to cover for yourself. I was never supposed to find this. It was never supposed to be my ring..."

"Andy, it's not like that. I..."

"Tell me you meant to give me this ring. Tell me you bought this ring for me because you love me and want to marry me," she finished searching his eyes almost begging him to lie to her. She figured it out. There was nothing he could say that would justify any of this.

He shook his head, clearly defeated. "I'm sorry, Andy. You're right. About all of it. I bought that ring for Jo when we were together. I proposed to her and she said no. I never got rid of it. I couldn't," he took a deep breath. "When you found it I panicked. I wasn't planning on proposing to you. I love you, but we weren't there yet. I didn't want to have to explain what I just have so I told you it was for you. I never mean to hurt you."

"Yeah, well, you did," she let out as she stood up. She walked to the door, took one last look over her shoulder and left.

It had been a few hours since she left the hospital. He hadn't called. Hadn't tried to win her back. She was hurt. She was angry. So she did what she did best. She ran. As soon as she got home she changed into her running clothes and took off. She needed to clear her head. She needed to figure out where she was going to go from here.

After about three miles she rounded the street she lived on. As she came closer to her house she noticed something that stood out. Something that had never been there before. A truck. A big silver tuck. She jogged up to it and noticed he wasn't in it. She walked down the sidewalk that led to her front door and saw him leaning against it with his phone out.

As soon as he saw her he put his phone away. "I tried calling but you didn't pick up," he said as she came closer.

"Yeah, I left my phone in the house. What are you doing here?" she asked taking out her headphones and wrapping them around her iPod.

He smiled, "Well I went by the hospital but you weren't there so I thought I'd see if you were here. I just wanted to see how you're doing," he said as he looked her up and down. He couldn't help but wonder why she was out running and not at the hospital, with her fiance.

"I'm fine. You wanna come in?" she asked as she scooted by him and took out her key. She unlocked the door and went into the house. She didn't shut the door so Sam followed her in.

He had never been in the house before. Aside from the other day when Luke had been shot. But he didn't really have time to take everything in then. It was a big house. Way too big for two people. It was clean and pretty empty. To the point. Suits Luke, he thought.

"How's Callaghan?" he asked as he followed her into the kitchen.

She walked up to the fridge and grabbed a water. "He's doing fine. He woke up this morning. The doctors say he will make a full recovery. They're going to keep him there for a few more days though just to monitor him."

"Well that's good news," Sam said trying his best to be happy about the situation.

Andy nodded, "Yeah, it is," she agreed. "Hey, I'm just gonna go change out of these clothes. Give me a minute," she said as she walked out of the kitchen and headed towards her bedroom.

A couple minutes later she came out. Sam was pacing around the living room checking out some of the nicknacks they had scattered around. "You want a drink?" she asked as she came through the hallway.

"Sure, whatever you're having," he answered.

She grabbed two beer from the fridge, opened both, handed one to him and sat down. Shortly after he joined her.

She took a long swig of her beer before setting it on the coffee table. She leaned back in the couch and threw her head back so she was looking at the ceiling. Sam set his beer down next to hers. "McNally, I have to ask. How come you're not at the hospital?" He really hoped he wasn't crossing any lines. But something was up. He could feel it. Something wasn't right.

"Visiting hours are over," she said nonchalantly still looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh..." he said in response. Her mind was clearly somewhere else.

"Andy, what's going on?" he asked trying his best not to sound like he was prying.

"Nothing. Nothing is going on. Everything's good," she answered grabbing her beer and taking another sip.

"I'm not buying it. I really can't see the hours of visitation keeping you away from your fiance when he's just been shot. What's going on?" he asked again hoping she would open up to him.

She stared straight ahead for awhile but finally said, "Luke's not my fiance anymore."

Sam couldn't help his response. He was shocked. They had only been engaged for two days and already it's over? Something was definitely off. "Wanna tell me about it?" he asked hoping she would feel comfortable enough to tell him what happened.

She took a deep breath, glanced in his direction and took another sip of her beer. "I called it off," she let out with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because it wasn't the right move," she answered.

"I'm sorry," he said in the most convincing voice he could manage.

She nodded, "Don't be. I'm not."

He set his beer down and leaned forward invading her personal space a little bit more. "Andy," he began. "You don't have to act strong in front of me. I know you're hurting. You called off your engagement. Tell me why," he pleaded barely above a whisper. He wasn't sure why they were talking so quietly since they were obviously the only people in the house.

"It was never really my engagement. It was never really mine," she paused and looked over at him. "The ring. Remember how I told you I found it. Well, I wasn't supposed to. He didn't buy it for me," she let out with a defeated laugh. "He bought it a few years ago. For Jo," she finished shaking her head. She knew how pathetic she sounded. How could she have not known?

"Callaghan's such an idiot," Sam said under his breath. He looked up at Andy as soon as he realized he had said that out loud and was about to take it back when she started laughing.

"Yeah, he is. I guess I am too, huh?"

"Andy, you're not an idiot. There's no way you could have known Luke bought that ring for Jo. He's the idiot for thinking you wouldn't find out."

"I think he really thought he'd get away with it. If I wouldn't have found out I don't think he would have told me," she let out. She was finally beginning to see Luke for who he really was. Never in a million years did she think he could stoop this low. She was just glad she figured it out sooner rather than later.

"Probably not. Like I said, he's an idiot," he said through his signature dimpled grin.

Andy couldn't help but chuckle. "Thanks for being here, Sam. For wanting to check up on me. Thanks."

"Anytime, McNally."

She looked over at him and smiled. She knew he meant it. "So, any plans for the rest of the night?" she asked him.

"Nope, not really," he answered unsure where she was going with this.

"You wanna help me pack my stuff. Might as well start and seeing as neither one of us has anything better to do..."

He couldn't help the huge smile that spread across his face. "Yeah, McNally. I'll help you pack. I definitely can't think of anything better to do."

So, I'm thinking I might add to this one. Like an epilogue or something. I'm not really sure. I planned to get Sam and Andy together romantically, but it just didn't fit in this part. So I'll probably add another chapter to it. What do you guys think? Would you like to read more? Any ideas? Let me know!