The more Andrew listened, the more his heart broke for Sophie, and suddenly, he knew that sharing a little bit of his torrid past with her, was clearly not going to help her feel any less distraught about her own, and why would it? She had gone through such a traumatic experience, more than he ever could of imagined. He glanced up at her monitor, fearful that her overwhelming emotion might have caused her sats to drop again, preventing her from getting the oxygen she needed. They looked okay for the moment, but they could of been better. He scowled deeply as she started sobbing uncontrollably, his heart breaking into a million pieces. Pushing down the huge lump that had formed in his throat, he did the only thing he could think of. He pushed himself up from his chair, and sat down next to her on the bed. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her against him in a warm and comforting embrace, trying as he might to hush her cries. "Shhh, shhh...calm down, it's okay." He rubbed his hand up and down her side, in another attempt to soothe her.
He sighed softly, wishing more than anything that he could find this guy, whoever the hell he was, and beat the shit out of him for taking advantage of, beating this innocent girl, and then killing her parents. The son of a bitch probably thought it would make him feel like more of a man. He shook his head in disbelief, biting back his frustration. "I hate pricks like that," he said. "Wherever the son of a bitch is, he's going to rot in hell, I promise. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't kill your parents. This isn't your fault. You gotta believe that. Shhh..."
Andrew sat there holding her, his hand sliding up and down her back, wanting to hold her for as long as she needed to be held, or at least until she stopped crying, praying that his pager wouldn't go off anytime soon, but if it did, he would ignore it. He had a patient who needed him right now, and that was Sophie. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, and I wish there was something more I could do to help. I know we kinda just met, so we don't really know each other all that well, but hey, if you need to talk, I'd be glad to listen. I swear, I won't tell anyone else your business. Especially since there's that whole doctor-to-patient confidentiality thing."
It wasn't that often that he made friends with his patients, mainly because he rarely saw them after their visit, or they would rather keep things professional, but sometimes, like today, he felt drawn to someone and tried to be more than just a doctor. He tried to be a friend, a good friend that could guide them in the right direction and make them feel better about themselves, if even for a day.