I'll be there
Andrea Sachs was happy
Andrea Sachs was happy. Two months after she left Miranda in Paris she began to enjoy her new life. Thanks to her former boss' surprisingly nice recommendation, Andy was now a journalist at the Evening Standard and enjoyed writing more than ever. Yes, she was happy. Happy to eat what she wanted, happy to wear what she wanted and happy to have a private life. Of course there was not much of her private life left, since she had neglected all her friends during her time at Runway and it would take some time to rebuild her friendships or find new ones. And she had that time. Another thing she was happy about.
The sound of Andy's cell phone interrupted her thoughts and caused her to leave her favourite spot on the windowsill to answer the vibrating phone, hesitantly wondering who would call her with no friends left and a new employer who wouldn't have any reason to call her on a weekend.
As she picked up the phone the young woman couldn't hide the tone of surprise in her voice.
"Roy? Yes, I'm fine. What? Why? No, I don't think… Yes, of course." She practically shouted due to the horrible reception.
Roy would come to pick her up in five minutes. She had no idea why or for what, only that it was terribly important. What could be important enough to call Miranda's ex assistant?! Did Miranda know of this? And why the hell did she agree?! She didn't work there anymore and whatever problem they had, it was not her problem.
Remembering that she still had to get ready in only a few minutes, Andy stopped thinking and sprang into action. When she left the house Roy was already waiting for her and signalled her to sit beside him in the front seat.
He did not wait for her to buckle up when he started the car again; hoping Andy wouldn't leave a driving car when she heard where they were heading.
"Roy, it's so nice to see you again, but please tell me why I'm here! And where are we going? Does Miranda know of this?"
"Hello Andy, good to see you. Do you enjoy your new life? You look gorgeous."
"Roy, you're scaring me. What…" The driver cut her off before she could finish.
"I know. I'm sorry, but I don't know how to start. First of all, no, she doesn't know. Nobody knows and I will lose my job if anybody finds out."
"Then what are we doing here?! She hates…"
"She is in the hospital, Andy." There now. It was out.
"She's what!? I mean was there an accident or something? Is she alright?" Andy's voice was much higher than usual and thick with worry.
"No, there was no accident. I don't know what is wrong with her, but she won't be working for the next three weeks and that means it's something very serious."
Andy tried hard to keep her emotions under control. She didn't know why she cared at all, but she did. She shouldn't, but the sudden pain in her chest left her without any doubt that she cared very much.
"I'm sorry, Roy. I'm truly sorry for her, but there is nothing I can do about that. What do you expect from me?" She knew she sounded desperate, but she couldn't help it.
"I want you to visit her." It was just then that he stopped the car and Andy recognised the large building in front of her. MILTON HOSPITAL
"What? But surely her family is with her and Emily won't even let me near her. Roy, I left her in Paris. Believe me, I'm the last person she wants to see right now!"
"Andy, I told you, nobody knows. Nobody knows where she is and nobody knows that I told you." He looked at her very seriously. "She needs a friend now. You're the only person I know that cares for her, without even thinking about Runway. She needs you."
"What? How? I mean, what do you mean? What about the girls? And what about Runway? Surely they know where she is!" The panic in her voice was obvious.
"She sent the girls to Europe for the holidays and she told everyone at Runway that she will be on holiday for 3 weeks and must not be disturbed. Nigel is responsible for next month's edition. Andy, she is all alone. Maybe she doesn't want to see you, but she needs you. Go in there and don't leave her.
Andy stared at him in utter disbelief. "It's not that I don't want to visit her, but I know she doesn't want to see me again. I left her and nobody leaves Miranda Priesley. Roy, since she told you all this why don't you just visit her yourself? And why do you care at all? She is not particularly nice to you."
"Don't be silly Andy. Of course she didn't tell me any of this. I just put the pieces together. I had to bring her here and she'll call me when I'm to pick her up. I care because she gave me this job when nobody else would. And I doubt that she hates you. She has been in a horrible mood since you left. I think she liked you."
"I doubt it and even if she did, it's over now."
His voice was so definite that Andy knew the discussion was over. She would leave the car and visit Miranda, the one person she thought she'd never see again.
"Okay, okay, I'm on my way. Do you know which room?" she asked as she got out of the car.
"No, I don't know which room. Give me a call when you're finished." And with that he disappeared into the heavy traffic.
Andy didn't need to ask for the room number. The group of antsy looking nurses gathered in front of a door at the far end of the corridor made it perfectly clear. It could do no harm to ask though.
"Excuse me, is this Mrs. Priesley's room?"
"Yes, but Mrs. Priesley is about to undergo surgery after we're done with a last check," said a very pale looking young nurse.
"Oh, well… may I ask why you are not proceeding in then?" Of course she had an idea why nobody wanted to enter the lions den.
"Mrs. Priesley is not in a good mood right now." She smiled politely.
"Yes, I thought as much. Would you let me in for a few minutes? I'm sure it would be much easier for you if she is busy shouting at me."
The nurse seemed to consider this new option and asked, "Are you family or friend?"
"No, not really." Andy was pretty sure the nurse wouldn't let her in and was quite surprised when the other woman, after a moment of hesitation, nodded her head. She must have been very desperate.
Andy tried to smile but her lips just wouldn't move, so she took a deep breath and opened the door very quietly. She entered a nice looking room with a cupboard on the left and an armchair between the window and the bed where the very pale looking Miranda lay, staring out of the window.
She didn't notice her former assistant until Andy softly greeted her. "Hello Miranda."
The older woman shot her a look that made Andy shudder. "You won't get your job back. That's all."
"I'm not here to get my job back. I wanted to visit you." Andy replied warmly.
"I doubt that. Who told you that I was here and what do you want?" Her voice was cold as ice. She didn't even look at her visitor.
"It doesn't matter who told me and I already told you that I wanted to visit you." Reassured by the fact that Miranda couldn't sack her again, she dared to step a little further into the room.
"Leave. Do what you're good at." Now she did look at her visitor and Andy wished she hadn't.
The young woman took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Miranda, I know you're angry with me for what happened in Paris, but just because I can't work for you anymore doesn't mean that I don't care for you." Andy spoke as gently as she could, ignoring Miranda's icy glare.
"Don't be ridiculous Andrea. No one cares about me. Why should you?" She kept her face emotionless, but for a brief moment, something close to sadness flickered in her eyes.
Andy now stood right beside the bed. She was about to tell her former employer that she wouldn't leave her this time, when a very nervous looking nurse entered the room. Andy saw the older woman tense up and decided to act before Miranda had the chance to frighten the poor girl and laid a gentle hand on the other woman's arm.
Miranda stared at her utterly bewildered. Nobody ever dared to touch her without permission.
"Please Miranda, just let her do her job. The sooner you let go, the sooner everything will be over. I know you're scared. Everyone would be, but it won't help to stall. I'll be there when you wake up."
Miranda opened her mouth to declare that she didn't need her or anyone else, but when the nurse told her that everything was ready, she turned her head and made a sarcastic comment. Andy gave her arm a reassuring squeeze and stepped aside. No matter how hard her former employer tried to keep a straight face, her eyes betrayed her fear. Maybe she could fool the hospital staff, but she couldn't fool Andy.
The nurse just ignored her patient's nasty comment and wheeled the bed out of the room, leaving Andy alone with her thoughts.