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"Chef????"
"Fuck, Chef?" Even in his daze, he can feel how guilty Freeman is.
Part of him is....
Smug.
Laughing.
Happy even.
"Good, he thinks to himself as he sees the familiar shadow and smell of his best mate and "team-mate" Carly. She's got to listen to him. He can't make it through this without her. He tries to talk. Everything just comes out as mumblejumbled gobblegygook.
"Shhhhh....I've got it. Everyone go back to work okay?" Carly waves them off with a firm hand. "Tony it's fine, honestly" She says gently as the young trainee walks up the stairs with tears in his eyes.
At the hospital Beth is up their asses. But there's no way that Andy's wife can come here.
"She's next of kin!" Beth growls.
"Andy's fine! You dare call her, and I'll rip you a new one.....again!!!" Carly warns. "It was just a panic attack, calm your tits!" When she's finally sent Beth to get coffee, she walks into Andy's room. Like Freeman guilt also clogs the room as she steps in.
She looks at Andy snoring softly in those white gowns that he hates. She tearfully strokes his hand. "Shit! What did I do to ya eh?" She reaches for a tissue, only for Andy to finally wake up. "They don't know....drugs?" She says weakly. "Fuck!"
"I'm so....I know you hate this word, but I'm sorry for everything" Andy sniffs. "Wipe the snot bubbles babe"
"Alistair isn't gonna take your place. Jones and son's is yours" Carly tells him with determination.
"Ours" Andy smiles as Carly timidly kisses him on the cheek.