Nick just wanted to get to his secret little hideout and relax. It had been a rough day for him as an officer, and he was just about done dealing with mammals for the day. He slowly pulled up to the old abandoned observatory that was tucked away a comfortable distance from Zootopia. It looked run down, almost something that should be condemned. He snuck through a hole in the wall and sat down on the old familiar couch he had brought up there just for this purpose. He laid back, smiling a bit as he let his surroundings set in. This room had a certain tranquility to Nick; a comfortable, homey feeling that almost reminded him of his mother.
He sighed softly as he stared at the ceiling, relaxing now as he started to think about things. He clung to a pillow on the couch, ripping at it in his bottled up frustration and anger he refused to show. He couldn't show it, not to anyone. That went against his motto, so he believed. Nick was slowly brought to tears, crushing the pillow in his hands before rolling over onto his side. His ears were pinned back more than usual as he took a look out the big window to his left. The window revealed the city in all of its glory; lights and colors were all shining in brilliance. The view was something he also enjoyed about coming up here. He just felt at home here.
He quietly sobbed to himself, remaining somewhat mentally calm as he recalled frustrating situations, people and just anything too emotionally stirring. He thought about that damn bunny that he had been forcefully paired with. It wasn't horrible; she was cute. He could never tell her that specifically because she would flip a shit at him but he would still think it. Emotions kept fogging up his mind; thoughts of Judy and things that he had to deal with that day like someone who just wouldn't leave him alone about his tail. It was his tail, after all, none of their business. He had gotten better since joining the ZPD with his distasteful version of himself, but he still had lingering issues with some people occasionally at shops and such. It all lingered with him because he just never got to tell anyone.
The wind picked up outside causing leaves and debris to fly around outside for a few moments. As Nick watched the lights of the city, he was suddenly made aware that he was starting to have a little trouble breathing. He coughed a little to clear his throat, taking a deep breath before sitting up. Expecting his throat to be clear now he went back to normal breathing but was immediately cut short as he was unable to breathe. He wheezed a little bit, clutching his neck and desperately trying to get air into his body. Nick pounded on his chest, starting to panic as the room swung around him. He couldn't place his feet, stumbling back into one of the walls and holding himself against it. He forced air up through his throat and broke the "seal" on his throat, coughing hard and breathing harder.
The room stopped swinging and spinning as he slowly pushed himself back up and off the wall. He was in a panic now, worried about being able to breathe for much longer. What if he suddenly just collapsed onto the floor? What would he do? Nobody else ever comes up here. He rushed out to his car, jumping in and spinning it around. He cranked up the AC fan speed to max, zooming down the dirt back road. He didn't want to die. That was a silly thing to think, he thought, so he just pushed that aside. He could handle it; he'd be okay. He would just call up Judy and ask her if she could meet him at the coffee shop up the road a few miles. He dialed for Judy. Shit, voicemail. He left a quick, somewhat frantic voicemail before shutting his phone off and putting it in his pocket.
Nick's main goal now was to get to one of the 24/7 clinics that they had in town. They knew what they were doing. The nearest one was ages away, but he could handle it; there was nobody on the road right now. Wait, nobody was on the streets. He could go a little faster, right? No, that's stupid. Nick pushed the pedal down further, his speed increasing. This was an emergency, why not go fast. Lights seemed to smudge and blur as he drove past now seemingly unnaturally. This wasn't normal anymore and it was getting a bit concerning for Nick.
He felt a sharp pain down his back and in his neck, letting out a stifled yell as his grip grew tighter on the wheel. He swerved a bit, narrowly missing some parked cars. Maybe he should stop. He pressed on knowing the clinic wasn't too far away. It couldn't be. He had been driving for 10 minutes now. A painful headache built up in Nick's head as he drove, forcing him to let out a soft groan. This was getting distracting, but that's okay. The clinic was just up ahead. Or was that the bakery? Wait, no, the police headquarters. Everything ahead of him seemed to zoom out far like some awkward camera shot. Lights, as he passed by, were just streaks in the tunnel of his vision. He couldn't make out shapes on the road anymore; everything just looked really fuzzy.
Everything seemed to slow down as he suddenly jerked the wheel to the left. His vehicle swerved into the oncoming lane, tires squealing somewhere. Couldn't have been him. He saw some bright lights up ahead. They looked cool. He liked this roller coaster. It was a lot of fun. He floored the pedal wanting to go faster, hearing a horn blare in response before the light got so blinding he couldn't see. He was blasted in the face with something and it hurt. A lot. Then everything went black.
In a few moments, Nick found himself pinned up in 7 places inside of a crumpled piece of metal. A liquid was dripping on his face from somewhere and he couldn't see. He hurt everywhere. He could barely breathe again but this time, it wasn't from his throat. Nick's phone rang in his pocket, vibrating. He couldn't reach it. He couldn't even if he wanted to. It hit him suddenly that he was trapped in his utterly destroyed vehicle and was going to bleed to death if he didn't get out of here soon. He couldn't do anything. He was stuck. Nick was doomed to death because of his stupid decision to try and drive to the clinic instead of calling 911 instead. They would've taken care of him and this would have never happened. He knew he was going to die. He teared up a bit, but even that was painful. His phone stopped ringing. His thoughts started to slip as he heard loud blares of noise coming up from behind. The last few tears dropped from his eyes as he realized he would probably never see that bunny again. Why couldn't he of just died on impact. Why.
Everything stopped for Nick.