I really like the character of Chris, and I've noticed that there aren't that many fan fics about his character. So, I decided to write one. Hopefully you guys like this! Let me know, please review! Also, if you like this, please take a look at my other Rookie Blue fanfics. Thanks guys, I hope you like it!
"You go around back, I'll take the front. Traci you're with me. Oliver, go with Chris." Sam Swarek spoke quietly, gesturing with his hands. They had been called out to an armed robbery, and the suspect was thought to be armed.
Chris nodded quickly. "Right sir" Sam gave him a quick look and shook his head. He had told the kid numerous times to call him 'Sam' or 'Swarek', but the kid was too polite. He would have told him again if there hadn't been an armed man inside the building they were about to enter. He had other things on his mind.
Oliver grabbed Chris's shoulder and the two started walking quietly around the back. Chris watched as Swarek and Traci walked around the corner toward the front of the building, and he and Oliver started toward the back. He could start to hear voices yelling at each other, and Oliver gestured to his mouth, telling Chris to be silent. Chris's heart started beating faster. He was about to walk into an armed robbery. This was a thrill. This was his job. He smiled. Serve and Protect.
"Give me the money! Give me the money now! Put your hands up and shut up! Now do it!" Chris could hear a voice yelling, and he assumed it was to the cashier. Oliver stepped into the store first.
"Put your hand up! Police! Stop now! Drop the gun! Put your hands behind your head!" Oliver shouted. Chris walked in behind him, gun pointed at the man in the hooded sweatshirt pointing his gun at the cashier.
The man did not even glance at Oliver, and kept pointing his gun at the cashier. Chris's heart was beating even faster.
"I said put the gun down now!" Oliver shouted again. Chris looked behind the gunman and saw that Swarek and Traci had entered as well.
"Put the gun down!" Oliver shouted again.
Chris looked from the gunman to Oliver. Neither looked like they were going to be putting their gun down anytime soon. Swarek moved closer to the gunman quietly and quickly. For all Chris knew, the gunman had no idea there were two officers behind him. Swarek grabbed the gunman's hand quickly and placed it behind his back. Chris started to smile, and turned to look at Traci, but out of the corner of his eye he saw another man. He turned quickly and saw another man in a sweatshirt holding a gun. The second man in a sweatshirt started to raise his gun. Chris looked quickly at the man and the path of his gun. It was pointed at Swarek's back and Swarek was cuffing the man's accomplice.
"Put the gun down!" Chris shouted. The man looked at Chris quickly and then raised the gun and pointed it at Swarek. "Sir!" Chris shouted quickly and just as Sam was about to turn around, the man fired. Swarek doesn't know. He can't see the gunman. It's pointed at his back. Stop. Stop it. He's my friend. Serve and Protect. Chris thought quickly, it was racing through his mind in a split second before he jumped in front of the gun. Maybe he hadn't thought it through properly, and maybe it wasn't the logical thing to do, but Chris knew he had to, and he had moved before he even really thought it through.
"Chris!" Traci shouted quickly, moving toward him. "Diaz!" Oliver shouted as well. Sam was still turning around, the accomplice cuffed. Sam shoved him to the ground, and pulled out his gun. Oliver and Traci had pulled their guns out again.
Chris saw all this. It's okay. He thought to himself. And then he felt a sharp pain right below his vest and it increased and increased until he could no longer stand, and he dropped to the ground. Chris assumed it happened pretty quickly, because he was on the ground before he had even heard Oliver finish calling out his name.
Chris heard another gunshot but he didn't know whose gun it was from. And then he heard several more. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. He knew those were from his colleagues. His friends. Had he been hit? He could only guess. And the pain in his stomach seemed to support his accusation.
He heard his name called out again but he didn't know whose voice it was, and he heard the other gunman fall to the ground quickly. "Chris!" Everything muffled, quiet, soft, he could feel the pain but it didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would. He couldn't hear that well. He tried to look around but someone's hands were grasping his head. He looked up at them, it was Traci.
Chris saw Sam running toward him, and it looked odd because Chris was lying on his back and Sam was coming from behind him. Chris tried to turn his head, but Traci's hands were holding him steady. Oliver was running toward him too, and he looked more serious than Chris had ever seen him in his life before.
Swarek was shouting something but Chris couldn't really hear him. Oliver was shouting something as well and Chris couldn't really hear him either. He wondered if he was talking to Swarek or if he was talking to him. He didn't really know. He tried to move, but Traci's hands were still holding on to his neck.
Then all of a sudden, Chris could hear very well. It was as if he had been in shock and had just snapped out of it. Everything was really loud. And Chris couldn't tell if it was because it had just been so quiet and he couldn't hear that well for a few minutes, or if it was because everyone was yelling so loudly. Maybe it was both, but he wasn't sure.
It was loud, and the pain was starting to kick in. Never mind about it not hurting as bad as he thought it would. It hurt worse. He let out a groan, and felt Traci's hands on his neck.
"Chris! Chris! Can you hear me, buddy? Chris!" Swarek was shouting, he was getting closer to Chris, and all of a sudden Chris could feel his hands on his stomach.
"Yea, yea" Chris said softly. His voice wasn't really working the way it normally did and Chris didn't know why. He tried to speak again but he saw Swarek shake his head. "It's okay. It's okay. Don't try to talk. It's alright."
Chris saw Swarek look to Traci quickly. "Traci go get the first aid kit." Sam said sternly. Traci either didn't hear him or didn't want to move. Chris couldn't tell. But he looked at her and offered as much of a smile as he could and she smiled back. "Traci go, now!" Sam said again, his voice harsher this time. Traci looked scared but she nodded quickly and ran outside.
"Alright, you're going to be okay, Chris. It's okay." Swarek said again. Chris felt the pain getting worse and he groaned again. "Ahhhhhggghhh!" Chris placed his hand on his stomach and felt Swarek's hands there applying pressure over his wound. Chris took his hands off and looked at them. And they were covered in blood.
Maybe it was because he had actually seen the blood now, but his stomach started to hurt even more. Chris felt his heart beat faster and he was getting worried. I was shot. I was shot. I'm bleeding. It hurts. I was shot. The idea was just starting to sink in with him and it scared him. He whimpered and he hoped that Swarek hadn't heard him.
"Hey, hey, Chris, it's okay. It looks worse than it is, okay." Apparently Swarek knew exactly what he was thinking. Chris felt Sam press harder against his stomach and he looked up to see Oliver coming over as well.
"Where's he hit?" Oliver asked Sam quickly. Both men had started taking off their shirts and pressing them against Chris's wounds.
"Stomach" Chris said quietly. Again, his throat wasn't exactly working as he had expected it too.
"And his leg" Swarek said quickly. Oliver looked quickly at Chris's leg and noticed the wound he hadn't a minute ago. Maybe he had been too concentrated on his stomach wound. Or maybe just his face. His rookie.
Leg? Chris thought to himself. What? "What?" Chris asked quietly trying to sit up. Swarek placed his hands on Chris's chest.
"Sit down Chris. Lay down. It's alright." Swarek said quickly. He pressed his shirt tighter against Chris's stomach and was starting to get concerned. He was losing a lot of blood.
"Leg?" Chris asked softly. He looked from Swarek to Oliver. They looked at each other.
"Yea, you've been shot in the leg, too. It's alright though." Swarek said quickly.
"I, I," Chris tried to look down at his leg, but Oliver shifted and placed his hands on Chris' neck. "Shhhh, it's alright, Chris. Just lay down."
"I, I can't, I don't, it doesn't, it doesn't, my leg, it doesn't hurt, I can't feel it." Chris said worriedly, he shook his head, and Oliver rubbed his hand softly through Chris's hair. Swarek and Oliver looked at each other quickly and shared a look. They both then looked at Chris's wound on his stomach and followed it with their eyes to his back.
Swarek was still looking at Oliver when Chris thought he saw him close his eyes for a second or two. Something else crossed across his face. Oliver looked worried as well. Sam opened his eyes quickly and pursed his lips together before shaking his head slightly. Chris thought he saw something else cross across his face, but he couldn't tell. Sam looked worried. But Sam didn't get worried. Sam Swarek never got worried. What was this? What's happening? Swarek must have noticed the concerned look on Chris's face because then he smiled. But it was too late, his smile couldn't cover up the worry and concern that Chris had already seen.
"It's alright, Chris. You're okay. It's alright." Swarek said quickly. Chris felt his hands on his stomach and he grabbed Swarek's wrist with his own.
"What's, what's" Chris tried to speak but the pain in his stomach was increasing worse and worse. He felt like something was ripping through him slowly and he wanted to scream. He forgot about the gunshot on his leg. All he could feel was the wound on his stomach and it was hurting more and more and he wanted to scream. "Agghhhh!" Chris let out loudly. His stomach was feeling weird and his throat started to sound weird too. Then he started to cough and for a few seconds he felt like he couldn't breathe. He started coughing hard and loud and then he started to cough up blood. It was trickling over the side of his mouth and every time he tried to speak he would cough up some more.
"Traci!" Swarek yelled loudly. "Traci, where the hell are you!"
"Hey, it's alright, buddy, it's okay, kid, just look at me, alright, just look at me." Oliver said as he looked at Chris's face while he was holding his neck. He was kneeling behind his head and trying to keep his head steady. He didn't want Chris to choke on his blood though. Oliver looked to Sam quickly and Sam nodded.
"On three" Sam said quickly. "One , two, three" Sam pressed extremely tightly against Chris's stomach and Chris let out a yell. At the same time Sam pushed Chris forward, and Oliver pulled him up onto him, so that his head and some of his chest was on Oliver's lap. It elevated him a little bit, and Chris felt like he could breathe a little better.
"There you go" Sam said quickly. Oliver wiped the blood from Chris's mouth quickly before he put them back on Chris's neck.
A few seconds later Traci walked in and jogged over to Chris. She handed Swarek the first aid kit and he ripped it open quickly. He tossed aside a few things and then pulled out some gauze and some clotting salt. Holding Chris's stomach with one hand, Swarek placed a bag of clotting salt up to his mouth with his other hand, and holding it, ripped it open with his teeth quickly. His hand was a dark red. It was drenched up to his forearm in blood. Chris gasped. Was he bleeding that badly? Swarek spit out the paper and dumped the salt on Chris's stomach. Swarek looked at Traci.
"Take him outside." Swarek gestured to the man in the sweatshirt who he had been cuffing quickly. "Put him in the back of the car. Lock the door. We need you in here."
Traci nodded. "Okay" Traci was a little slow getting up off the floor from next to Chris. She ran her hand through his hair and then walked to the man that Swarek had cuffed.
"You. Get up now. Get up!" Traci yelled. She grabbed him forcefully and walked him outside. Chris tried to watch but he was starting to get dizzy. His eyes were starting to blur. The images were multiplying and moving over each other, coming in and out, some popping in and out, looking really big, and then really small. Everything was spinning. Traci was spinning. The shelves of products and sales items were spinning. Sam was spinning. Oliver was spinning. The floor was spinning. Chris tried to pick his hand up, but it felt heavy, almost as if he were in a centrifuge and gravity was working against him, he however managed to bring it high enough to glance at it. It was covered in blood. It was spinning. Chris started to close his eyes. But then he opened them again. He started to close them again, but then he opened them again, and caught Oliver looking directly at him.
"No, no, buddy, come on, look at me. Don't do that. Don't close your eyes. Look at me. Right here. Keep looking at me." Oliver said quickly. His voice was scary. Not yelling scary and not deep scary. It was emotional scary. Sounding like it was on the verge of breaking, scary. Not it's usual self, scary. Desperate, gritting teeth scary. And it made Chris even more scared then he already was.
The room was spinning and it felt as if it were increasing spinning faster and faster. Chris tried to look at Sam and see if he was as worried as Oliver, but he could barely see him. "You're going to be okay, Chris, just keep looking at us!" Swarek yelled. Chris saw him rip open another bag of the clotting salt and could barely feel him dump it on his stomach. It made him wonder how many bags of the stuff he had used and if it was working. But his mind was getting too tired to think and his head felt heavy.
Chris coughed again and spit blood out of his mouth. He had accidentally sprayed Oliver in the face with it, and he had blood droplets on his face. Swarek had gotten some on him too, but neither of them seemed to mind.
"You're okay, Chris!" Oliver yelled quickly. Chris was feeling even more dizzy. He started to close his eyes again, but Swarek yelled at him.
"No, Diaz. No! Don't do that! Stop that! That's an order! I know how you like to follow the rules. Look at me. Don't stop looking at me! Keep looking at me! Don't look away!" Chris could hear that Swarek's voice was scary too. Not as scary as Oliver's, but almost so. Because even a little bit of emotion went a long way with Sam Swarek, and his voice was full of it.
Chris tried to nod, but coughed even more. He spit blood out all over himself, Oliver, and Swarek. He mouthed. 'I'm sorry'
"Hey, hey, come on, it's alright" Oliver said quickly. He was looking around frantically, but tried to smile.
Sam was looking around quickly too. He grabbed some gauze out of the first aid kit and shoved it onto Chris's stomach, pressing it against his stomach hard with his hands. "Where is Traci? Where the hell is the ambulance?"
"I'm right here" Traci said quickly as she jogged over to Chris on the floor. "Sorry. Ambulance will be here in two" Traci looked at Chris and Chris could see her eyes widen.
"Chris" Traci said softly. Chris could see the tears in her eyes and they started to run down her face. "Chris" Traci repeated again. She looked at him with such sad eyes and she gasped. "What do I, what do I do? Is he going to be okay?"
"That's not helping!" Sam said quickly as Traci started to cry quietly. "Stop that! Help us, we need your hands!"
Traci nodded from side to side quickly. "I can't. I can't. I don't know, I don't know what to do. Look at him, look at him!" Traci gasped again.
"Stop that! We need you, Nash. Put your hands on his leg and press tightly. Do it!" Sam yelled angrily. Chris could barely hear him again. He looked quickly at Oliver and then to Traci. He tried to smile at her, tell her it was okay. But he started to cough again, and he spat more blood out of his mouth, spraying it in a mist.
"He's spitting up blood!" Traci yelled. "What do I do? What do I do!"
"We know!" Sam yelled back. "We know. Just hold his leg. Tightly. Apply pressure, as much as possible."
Chris started to feel dizzy again, and started to close his eyes. He felt dizzy. Everything was spinning. Everyone was spinning. Traci, Oliver, and Sam.
"Hey!" Sam yelled forcefully. "I told you to look at me! Look at me! Chris, come on! That's an order, listen to me! Keep looking at me!" Sam stared at Chris's eyes and Chris nodded as much as he could. But they connected and they both knew it. They shared the message with their eyes. Chris silently asked if he was going to be okay. And Sam silently answered that he wasn't going to let anything happen to him on his watch. Chris tried to smile again, but coughed out some more blood.
"Aggghhhh!" Sam yelled. "Where's the ambulance?"
"I don't know. But we have to stop this bleeding. We need to stop it. He's losing a lot of blood, Sam!" Oliver said quickly.
Chris didn't look away from Sam's face. He could feel the blood trickling down his face and he continued to look at Sam. He felt Sam's hands on his stomach, Oliver's on his neck and in his hair. He continued looking at Sam. He could barely hear anything anymore and he was extremely dizzy. He continued to look at Sam. He wanted to look down at his stomach, but he didn't. Because he continued to look at Sam's face.
"I know, I know" Sam said quickly. "I think I can hear them!" Sam looked out at the street and then looked back at Chris. Chris watched him look for the ambulance.
"Yea, they're definitely almost here. Traci, go get them. Start telling them what's wrong." Oliver said quickly. Traci got up quickly and ran outside.
Sam was now almost lying on top of Chris's chest, pressing his body against his to stop the bleeding. "They're almost here, keep looking at me, okay, you're okay" Sam said quickly. The blood was oozing out of Chris's wound and onto Sam's white undershirt.
"Twenty-four years old, his name is Chris Diaz, he has a gun shot wound to the stomach, and another to the left leg." Chris could barely hear Traci as she walked back in with the paramedics.
Sam was looking at Chris, and Chris was still looking at him. Oliver looked at the paramedics quickly. "Tell me when to move" Oliver said.
"Let's just ease him back down to the floor." One of the paramedics said quickly. Oliver lowered Chris back down to the floor and started to move away slowly. He rubbed his hands through his hair one more time and gave him a little, sad smile. His rookie had been shot. His friend had been shot.
Sam was still looking at Chris and Chris was still looking at him. "I put four bags of quick clotting salt on his stomach. The bleeding is still pretty bad. He's spitting up blood. His leg wound doesn't look as bad"
"Looks like the bullet missed the vest, went right underneath it." The paramedic said. "We've got to get him to a hospital, now." The other paramedic had laid down a backboard and a stretcher next to Chris. "On three, one, two, three" The paramedic said and he lifted Chris up onto the backboard with the other paramedic and Sam. Sam was still pressing on his stomach, and the paramedics started to push Chris outside.
"Keep that pressure on until we get to the ambulance" The paramedic ordered to Sam, and Sam walked next to the stretcher as they rolled it, pressing on Chris's stomach tightly.
"You keep looking, Chris look at me. There you go" Sam said quickly and he tried to smile. Chris continued to look at Sam, and felt himself being pulled up into the ambulance.
"We've got to get him to the hospital now, you coming?" The paramedic asked quickly. Sam didn't break eye contact with Chris.
"Yea, I'm coming. Oliver, I'm going with Chris, I'll meet you at the hospital!" Sam shouted loudly. "Chris, you've got to look at me the whole way there, okay? I want you to look at me! Look at me okay! Look at me okay!" Sam smiled at Chris.
The ambulance started to take off and Chris could hear the sirens. He felt like his head was moving a hundred miles and hours, but his body was moving at a normal speed. He wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to scream in pain. He wanted to grab his stomach and scream. But he didn't. He continued to look at Swarek in the eyes.
"Just keep looking at me, okay?" Sam asked quickly. He was still pressing his hands on Chris's stomach.
Chris managed to nod a little bit. "Yes sir"
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