It's wrong. She knows it's wrong to be so angry when she's fighting for her life, but there's a scream lodged in her throat and all she sees is him; throwing himself into the path of bullet – for her. She likes Detective Beckett but, right now, she hates her, too. Hates her because she'll get him killed, hates her because he'd die for her. And she also hates herself, hates the part of her that almost hopes she dies because then he'll be safe. Because then the anguished scream of 'Daddy!' she's holding back will never have to be voiced.
