Post by Deleted on May 20, 2010 19:19:15 GMT -8
Grace laid in the hospital bed, hooked up to oxygen monitors and some other tubes who knew what they were for. Her hands and arms were bandaged for 2nd degree burns. Grace coughed then winced; god it hurt like hell. Underneath the hospital gown, she had a bandage around her torso, covering her gunshot wound in her side. Her hair and face were filthy from the fire. She still couldn't believe how badly the stakeout had gone.
One minute, they had their guns ready and were about to go in and arrest, the next there were shots flying. Grace ducked as she refilled her gun, and heard a yell. Officer down! We need assistance! Then there was the fire. One man running off, seperating from the others. Grace, come on! She looked around, before cautiously following.
He was gathering bags. Police, freeze! The order had been given. A gun was pulled out. She heard the noise and jumped behind a pole. She felt a sharp stinging. She fell and coughed. Burning rubble falling. I'm bleeding. My arm's on fire. Focus, Grace! Which way out? And then she found out--she was not alone.
Out of all the policeman who survived the fire, Grace spent the most amount of time in it. As soon as she got out with the kid, paramedics were rushing to her side. We're here. You're going to be okay Okay. That was such an iffy word. Was being shot and burned because she failed to obey orders okay? She had followed her instinct. And where had it led her? To the hospital.
Is there someone you would like us to call? You shouldn't have to be alone. Yes. Call Chance. I need Chance. Did she really know him well enough to need him? She thought so. We're starting an IV to give you medication for you pain, and for your fever Fine. Just make it go away. What's that cool stuff on my arm?
The past several hours were all a blur to Grace. She was still replaying the events in her mind. Didn't Detective Simpson warn her not to be reckless? At the time, she was trusting her gut. What did she think was going to happen? She would take him down? Be some big hero? Good God. What had she done?
We called Mr. Del Rossi Yes, god, thank you! That was the only person she wanted to see. But would he come see her? Her mind went back to Ben and Chance. With your history, you're likely to end up passed out in a van, overdosed on heroine. Maybe he was right. Maybe she wasn't good enough. For anything.
The door opened, but Grace paid it no mind. Her eyes were out the window. Looking at the stars in the sky. What was everyone going to say? I told you so. Probably. She sat in silence, playing the movies of that day in her mind over and over again. Not until she heard a voice say her name was she pulled out of her daze.
One minute, they had their guns ready and were about to go in and arrest, the next there were shots flying. Grace ducked as she refilled her gun, and heard a yell. Officer down! We need assistance! Then there was the fire. One man running off, seperating from the others. Grace, come on! She looked around, before cautiously following.
He was gathering bags. Police, freeze! The order had been given. A gun was pulled out. She heard the noise and jumped behind a pole. She felt a sharp stinging. She fell and coughed. Burning rubble falling. I'm bleeding. My arm's on fire. Focus, Grace! Which way out? And then she found out--she was not alone.
Out of all the policeman who survived the fire, Grace spent the most amount of time in it. As soon as she got out with the kid, paramedics were rushing to her side. We're here. You're going to be okay Okay. That was such an iffy word. Was being shot and burned because she failed to obey orders okay? She had followed her instinct. And where had it led her? To the hospital.
Is there someone you would like us to call? You shouldn't have to be alone. Yes. Call Chance. I need Chance. Did she really know him well enough to need him? She thought so. We're starting an IV to give you medication for you pain, and for your fever Fine. Just make it go away. What's that cool stuff on my arm?
The past several hours were all a blur to Grace. She was still replaying the events in her mind. Didn't Detective Simpson warn her not to be reckless? At the time, she was trusting her gut. What did she think was going to happen? She would take him down? Be some big hero? Good God. What had she done?
We called Mr. Del Rossi Yes, god, thank you! That was the only person she wanted to see. But would he come see her? Her mind went back to Ben and Chance. With your history, you're likely to end up passed out in a van, overdosed on heroine. Maybe he was right. Maybe she wasn't good enough. For anything.
The door opened, but Grace paid it no mind. Her eyes were out the window. Looking at the stars in the sky. What was everyone going to say? I told you so. Probably. She sat in silence, playing the movies of that day in her mind over and over again. Not until she heard a voice say her name was she pulled out of her daze.