Shawn pushed Gus and Tom out of the alley and turned to Ryan. Ryan held a stale looking pineapple above his head, as a weapon. Shawn gave him a questioning glance, and he tossed the pineapple aside. They stepped out in the alley and faced the two gun-toting thugs.
"We accept the terms of your surrender." Shawn stated cockily.
"Uh…you mean you're the one's surrendering?" One thug said.
"yeah, we're the ones holding the guns here" the thug with the handlebar moustache chuckled.
"Well…you and the twenty or so cops that waiting in lye around that corner." Shawn gestured behind him. "Plus, hasn't there been enough bloodshed already? I mean first the lawyer, then Ryan's poor super. You guys are terrible at cleaning up after yourselves."
"Yeah…and you're lying about the backup," the first assassin countered.
Ryan stared them down. "Look into my eyes and tell me if I'm lying." Ryan and the thugs stared into each other's eyes. The bad guys' eyes quivered, and they glanced at each other, then slowly lowered their weapons. Then, Ryan let out a tiny sigh of relief.
"There's no backup coming!" The first guy raised his gun again, as did the moustache guy.
"Woah!" Shawn and Ryan both yelled out and struck defensive poses.
Two shots rang out at once, and two men fell down. One shot was fired by the man with the moustache. His bullet sailed clear at his target, two feet in front of him. Shawn's crossed arms did not cover all of his front, and the bulled sank into his stomach, and he was knocked, onto the ground, gasping for air. The second bullet was fired by Head Detective Carlton Lassiter. His bullet hit the other bad guy straight between the eyes. The moustache man stood in shock as his partner and enemy went down, and an army of police, led by Lassiter and his Junior Partner Juliet O'Hara came running down the alley way. Juliet gasped in shock and fury at the crook who had taken out her friend, and she shot him in his right upper arm. He dropped his gun and he grasped his bleeding limb.
"SHAWN!?" Juliet ran down the alley and yelled out in panic that he was already dead.
"Jules? Hey…I think I'm gonna need some help here…" Shawn began to gasp as the blood poured from the side of his lower stomach. He coughed violently and a splatter of blood oozed out of his mouth.
"CARLTON! Shawn? Stay with me, okay!? You gotta stay with me! Don't fall asleep or anything on me, ok? Lassiter stop admiring that cop shooter's mustache and help me save Shawn!" Juliet pleaded with Shawn and her partner.
Lassiter ran over to them, and kneeled at Shawn's side. "Oh my gosh, Spencer!?" He tore off his suit jacket and after folding it into a tight wad, he pressed it into Shawn's soggy red midsection.
"GAH! OW! Lassie!? HELLO!? Bullet in my stomach here! Kinda hurting! Aaa…" Shawn winced as pressure was applied to his wound.
"I'm trying to stop the bleeding, you idiot, and no you do not have a slug in your stomach, it came straight out the back! Stop complaining!" Lassiter saw the shocked look on Juliet's face, and glanced down at the shivering pseudo psychic, dying in his arms. "Sorry….i know it hurts, just stay with us Spencer! McNab! Radio for an ambulance NOW!"
"Already done, sir. They're just a minute away, since we're really close to the hospital. They'll be here really soon Shawn!" Buzz approached cautiously, frightened of the fact that his friend had been shot down, before his very eyes.
"Get that cop shooter out of here, McNab." Lassiter gestured for Buzz to collect the bleeding criminal.
"with pleasure!" Buzz angrily walked over to the moustached criminal, and pulled him away, towards the squad car.
"Lassie? Am- am I gonna…..die?" Shawn looked up at Lassiter with a pain filled look on his face, blood streaming from his lips.
"No! Spencer you are not going…..to ….die…." Lassiter struggled to get out the words, fearing that he was lying to the man. Lassiter had always said that he hated the snarky psychic, but he deserved a certain level of respect for all of the cases that he solved. And he had solved this case, he was the only one who had believed in Lying Ryan, and he was right; and he had ended up getting shot for it, because they didn't believe him. "No, Shawn, I'm not going to let you die…"
Juliet gave him a curious, sad glance and softly caressed Shawn's cheek with her hand. He was starting to shiver in a fever, because of the immense blood loss. His cheeks had paled and he was growing weak. "Shh…Shawn, it's going to be alright! Just be still. It's alright. See, I can hear the sirens already and everything is going to be fine."
Shawn had detected the hint of fear in Carlton's voice when he had assured him that he wasn't going to die. "Lassie….if I die, tell Gus," Shawn's voice broke off as he gasped again for air. "tell gus…that he did the right thing, and got tom back to the hospital. Tell him…tell him I love him…alright lassie? And it's nobody's fault ok? Not mine, not yours, not gus', not jules….nobody…it just had to be…sorry man…I can't fight it any longer…it's taking….over…."
"SPENCER!?" Lassiter shook Shawn. Shawn's eyes drooped and he fell sluggish in Lassiter and Juliet's arms.
"Shawn!?" Juliet's eyes went wide, and she searched his neck for a pulse. "Faint, but there…"
Thankfully, the medics had just arrived, and they pushed the detectives out of the way, and started trying to resuscitate Shawn. "He's unresponsive!" One medic shouted.
They rushed around Shawn and his heart began to fail. They brought in an electric charge defibrillator, and placed the paddles on his now bare chest. He flopped on the ground as the electricity ran through his body. "We've got something!"
"Let's get him on the gurney and to the hospital, it's less than a minute away…"
The medics rushed Shawn out of the alley and away to the hospital.
Later…
Henry, Gus, Juliet, Lassiter, Karen and Ryan all paced nervously in the waiting area in the hospital. Finally, a doctor in bloodied scrubs came out and addressed the group.
"Family of Shawn Spencer?" Upon seeing all of them turn to him, he was thrown off. "All of you?"
Henry responded for them. "I'm his father, that is his best friend, Gus. He works for the SBPD, these are detectives Lassiter and O'Hara, both close friends, and that is Chief Vick of the SBPD. And that is Ryan, he's a…friend….too."
"um..Alright..well as you all know, Shawn was shot at close range in the middle section of his stomach. He endured severe blood loss, and his heart stopped twice during the process of helping him. The bullet sailed through cleanly, and exited in the lower back. It didn't hit much of anything, in the way of organs and such, but it did burst several arteries, that contained vital blood supply. We had to transfuse a great deal of blood into him, as he had lost a quite a high percentage of his blood volume. He is at risk of infection with the new transfusions, but we think that if he reacts positively, and remains in absolute bed rest for the next few weeks, he'll be just fine."
The group let out a collective sigh. "Can we go see him?" Gus questioned.
"yes, he's in a large room, so you can all go in. He's actually awake now, it seems no matter how much we put into him, he refuses to sleep until he can see all of you, so make it short, he needs to rest."
They nodded, and followed the doctor down the corridor. All was finally well, the bad guys had been caught, and Lyin Ryan had been partially reformed…sort of!
The End