So… Here's my new idea, just waiting here for you to start reading. Hope you'll enjoy it as much as you did Over the Hill…

Disclaimer: No. I do not own Rookie Blue. But I do hope those who do, didn't have THIS in mind when they titled S5X01 BLINK.

Andy ran into the ICU waiting area.

It's been only five hours since she left, but Oliver sent her a text saying she needs to come back ASAP.

She had no idea what might have changed in Sam's condition since she left, and it scared her to death.

DEATH

The mere thought of this word was terrifying.

She fought it yet again to the back of her head, as she did every day for the last three weeks since Sam was shot.

The first two weeks were hard, but she was suspended for conduct unbecoming so she was at least able to be with him day and night. She sat next to him on that awful hospital chair, waiting for him to wake up. She went home to sleep and shower only when she knew someone else would be with him.

Now she was back on desk duty till further notice. Or more precise – until the white shirts decide what's Marlo's verdict, and Andy's, Sam's and Nick's in consequence.

She felt bad the day she went back to work and he was left alone in that room, she felt bad but had no choice. Her going to work meant he would be alone all day, until her shift is over.

Not that it had any impact on him.

He was still lying on the hospital bed, Breathalyzers and monitors surrounding him and beeping constantly – leaving little space in the room for the once big man.

Three weeks of liquefied diet left his muscles weak and his figure slender.

That was the point.

Heavy men are hard to be attended to. They can't be washed, they can't be moved, so they had to keep him on a diet, and he lost weight.

He was never fat - a smile crossed her face thinking about his waist size when her arms were around him, a thought that led to remembering hugging him whenever it was possible back then.

Andy sighed.

Since she went undercover with Nick, something changed and she came back to find him even more attractive than he was in the past, if possible. He jogged, he ate healthy food, and he looked good. Like put-your-arms-around-me-and-never-let-me-go kind of good.

Maybe that was Marlo's doing, she didn't know. And maybe that's what he did to keep himself for her, when she comes back to him. There was no way of knowing now, not until he wakes up.

The doors to the ICU were in front of her when a hand pulled her aside, and guided her to the seating area.

"Not yet, McNally, we need to wait for Sarah. They won't let us in before" Oliver told her.

"Do you have any idea what this is about?"

"I can guess" his reply was vague. When he saw she had no idea, he decided to share his thoughts with her, to ease her shock when the doctor calls them in.

"Sam is there for three weeks now, Andy. He's alive because of the machines. That blood clot in his brain dissolved faster than they anticipated, but he never woke up. And if I'll be blunt, I think they need their machines back…"

He could never bring himself to actually saying what he thought to say here.

Losing two close friends in one year was too much for him. Add to that all the personal issues with Zoe and the kids, and you got a ticket to insanity. Thank god Celery was there at the end of each day to help him pick himself from the floor and move on.

Looking at Andy's face, he figured his unspoken words reached their target.

"You think they're gonna…?" she raised shocked doe eyes at him.

"Yeah, I think they gave up on him ever waking up." Oliver's words were hurting his own lips.

Andy went to the far corner of the room, and looked through the glass window to the world outside, her eyes filled with tears.

'How could that be I still have tears after all this time?' She wondered 'And how could that be they are willing to let go of him so easily? Well,' she tried getting practical, 'there's no point in jumping into any assumptions before Sarah gets here'.

Andy wiped the tears off her chin with a fast sweep of the back of her hand, and stayed motionless at her spot, staring out at the sun that was oblivious to her pain.

Half an hour later Sarah rushed in, too.

Andy raised her eyes and saw the pain she felt reflected in Sarah's face.

They never met before the day Sam got shot, and all Sam ever told her about Sarah was a short mentioning of her being attacked, and a smirk about meeting his family when he wants to cause Andy pain.

Meeting her for the first time was awkward, Andy thought. Meeting the family of your man is always nerve wrecking, but doing that when you're not his girlfriend and he's lying still on a hospital bed, was even more so. Even with all the emotional rollercoaster she was personally in, she sensed Sarah felt the same. Later on, Andy learned they both missed Sam's corky remarks and jokes to break the ice.

After three weeks of knowing her, Andy knew Sarah will do anything for her brother even when their relationship was not the story-book brotherhood. Respecting Sam's privacy, Andy never asked Sarah about their childhood, and Sarah didn't voluntarily supply any information either.

From her place at the far corner she took when she came in, Andy saw Sarah running in and being pulled back by Oliver, same way he pulled her 30 minutes ago.

"Hey Sarah, how was the drive? I hope you didn't leave any tire marks on the road driving so fast to get here in an hour." Oliver worried about his buddy's sister's driving.

"I was here earlier today and headed back home, so I wasn't too far when they called. Don't worry, I have every intension of staying alive long enough to kill my brother when he wakes up. He should have worn the vest that night." The Swarek in Sarah made a statement.

"That's good to know, Sarah, that's good to know." Oliver unsuccessfully tried hiding his laugh.

"Why are you not in there with him? Do you have any idea why they called us? "

Andy came closer, realizing Sarah didn't see her yet. She rounded Sarah to meet her face to face, and they pulled each other to a long embrace.

Ten minutes later, Oliver walked into Sam's ICU room holding a chair.

The doctor asked them all to sit before talking, and there were only two chairs in the room, so Oliver went outside while Andy and Sarah said their hellos to each other and to Sam.

When they were all seated, the doctor looked at them from the other side of Sam's bed, as if he was a teacher looking at his class before scalding them, using Sam's bed as a barrier.

Oliver being the big protecting brother he always was, started talking.

"What's up, doc?"

"Nothing much. I called you here today as you're all in Mr. Swarek's emergency contact list."

Andy knew that by calling Sam 'Mr. Swarek' the doctor actually alienated himself from his patient, meaning there is no good news coming today. The doctor cleared his throat before adding.

"You all know there is no progress in Mr. Swarek's condition over the past three weeks. The extent of the blood flow damage caused by the clot is relatively minor, and we should have seen some brain activity till now. We don't, so it is this hospital's recommendation that we will address to you the issue of donating his organs to other people. Mr. Swarek wa…"

Andy and Sarah looked at each other and Sarah snapped, cutting the doctor's words

"Stop calling him that! This is Sam you're talking about! Mr. Swarek is our father, not him!"

The doctor cleared his throat again, clearly he was uncomfortable with this conversation, and that was understandable.

"As I was saying, Sam here" he glanced a look at Sam's immobile body lying on the high hospital bed "Sam was in great shape prior to his injury. The shot wound didn't harm any crucial organs, and we can harvest all his organs to save other people lives – heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, retinas – it can all be used."

The doctor misinterpreted the expression on his listener's faces.

"His death could save the lives of about 7 other people, not to mention their families."

"He's not dead yet!" Andy called, nearly yelling at the doctor.

"Technically you're right, but his brain is mostly dead and what keeps his body alive are the machines, not his brain. It seems like he's not getting better, so we need to act now before his organs collapse and will be of no good for donation." The matter-of-factly tone the doctor used boiled Andy's temper, and Oliver stood before things will get out of control, he placed a gentle hand on Andy's shoulder, and addressed the doctor

"What do you say doc, that you leave us alone here for a while to discuss this?"

"Sure… sure… I'll be by the nurses' station, or ask them to page me when you reach your decision."

And with that the doctor left them in the room, pondering about the best answer to the dilemma he just threw at them.

Andy woke up to find Oliver looking at her intently.

"Where am I?" she looked at the white bare walls around her. When her eyes fell on the monitor next to her bed, she remembered "Oh" she said, weakly.

Oliver heard her speaking and rose from his chair.

"Hey there, McNally, you go us worried. I'll go call the doctor."

"Ollie… what about Sam?"

"Sarah and her parents decided to follow the hospital's recommendations. We now wait for his parents to come from Vancouver. It will take them awhile, because they can't fly."

Oliver saw the sad expression on Andy's face and came back from the door to hold her hand.

"Andy, you knew we were only his friends. His family made a decision we need to respect, and to say the truth – I think Sam would somehow know we tried everything before letting him go."

"I need to see him, Ollie. I need to be with him. Did you tell anyone?"

"Yeah, I've alerted Frank, so there's a stream of people coming in and out of his room to say their goodbyes."

Oliver saw the expression on Andy's face, and decided to let her be for the time being. He went out to look for the doctor.

"Ms. McNally?" a woman in a white lab coat showed her head through the room's door.

"Can I come in? Are you alone?"

"Yeah… come in…" Andy never met the woman before.

"Andy, my name is Dr. Jones, and I'm an Ob/Gyn doctor here at Memorial."

"Ob/Gyn?" Andy was puzzled.

"Yeah, you were brought here from the ER after you collapsed in one of the ICU rooms."

"I remember falling vaguely, but why am I here?" Andy was still plastered.

"You have no idea?"

"No. Why? What happened?"

Dr. Jones cleared her throat, and hoped her patient will react peacefully to what she was about to say.

"Well, when you fainted in that ICU room, you hit your abdomen against the bed, and then crumpled on the floor unconscious."

Dr. Jones raised her eyes – her patient still had no clue where she was going with this. She might as well just say it and get it over with.

"I'm sorry to say you've lost the baby."

"Baby?"

"You were about 7 weeks pregnant. Didn't you feel any physical changes?"

"Well… the love of my life was shot three weeks ago and he's still unconscious in ICU, and they're going to unplug him soon, and I was with him all the time, and I wasn't really paying attention to my body, to say the truth."

The kind doctor allowed Andy to ramble and get off her chest what was bothering her. She raised her hand and patted Andy's shoulder sympathetically "maybe it's for the best if the father is dead that you lost the baby, as well."

"Sam is not… he's not the baby's father. It's complicated." Andy started to cry.

Dr. Jones stayed close to Andy while she sobbed.

"Did you tell anyone?" Andy raised a tear filled eye at the doctor.

"No. It's your body and your call. That's why I waited for your friend to leave the room first."

"Thanks, doc, I appreciate it. Can I go back to ICU now? I want to be there when they turn the machines off."

"If you feel strong enough, I'll send someone with a wheelchair for you. Your body is too exhausted for you to be standing right now. I'll get your discharge letter ready, and please – try to rest as much as possible in the near future. Could you do that?"

Andy nodded her head slightly and the doctor left the room.

Some hours later Sam's room was swamped with people. The hospital didn't allow many people in the ICU, but this was not a usual case.

Andy looked around at all the familiar faces, noticing an older man and woman whom she figured were Sam's parents standing next to Sarah. She saw Oliver with Celery, Traci, Steve, Dov, Chris, Gail, Holly, Frank and Noelle. She didn't see Nick and it didn't surprise her. She was glad, knowing she cannot face him now, after her earlier crash. He will see her in the wheelchair and ask a million questions, and she cannot lie to him or tell him the truth.

She also didn't see Marlo. She looked at Oliver and asked about it.

"Did anyone tell Marlo? She might want to be here, too."

Oliver looked at his kind hearted co-worker, who was always looking for the wellbeing of others, even when putting her own body through extreme stress.

"Sarah wouldn't let her come. We called her, and Sarah heard she's coming and started yelling she doesn't want to see the woman who killed her brother."

Andy raised her eyes and looked at Sarah.

Sarah sensed Andy's gaze and looked back at her, a faint smile on her lips. Andy noticed Sarah's lips forming the words "it's gonna be fine".

When their time was up, everybody left the room.

Sarah took her parents outside. Clearly they were very upset and emotional.

Oliver gathered everyone else and led their way out. He glanced over his shoulders at the still Andy in her wheelchair "Do you want me to stay with you?"

"No, thanks, I want to be alone with him" tears were running down her cheeks.

The doctor looked at the now empty room, and guided Andy through what was about to happen.

"We'll turn the machines off one by one, and then pronounce time of death. We will give you two minutes to say good bye, and then we have to take all the machines away and hurry him to the OR to harvest all the organs. The recipients are being prepped as we speak. Ok?"

Andy nodded, and stood up. She reached her hand to Sam's, and laced their fingers together, knowing this will be the last time she will ever be able to do that.

The doctor and the nurse started moving around the room, and all the beeping and squeaking gradually came to a stop.

The doctor raised his watch and called "time of death 22:22."

If Kevin Ford was still alive, the charges against him will now be changed to killing an officer.

Andy closed her eyes, knowing the battle was lost. Sam promised her he will never leave without a fight, and yet he did.

When the nurse started pulling away the tube from Sam's throat, a weak beep came from the monitor.

Andy raised her eyes in shock.

"Probably just a muscle tw…" the doctor said, but didn't have the chance to finish his sentence as another beep came, and then another, and within seconds the monitor showed normal heart rhythm.

"What the…?"

A/N: If you read Over the Hill and beyond the horizon you know how I LOVE cliff hangers ;-)

Hope you liked this, and let me know… This is not the end of this story, don't worry.