Jeff looked down in shock at the woman lying on the hard concrete, blood pooling from the gaping hole in her abdomen. He couldn't...he didn't… The gun he held in his hand smoked damningly. He must have blacked out. Had too much to drink. He couldn't remember.
But when on duty?
Snap out of it. Save the woman. Worry later.
Shakingly he knelt down. Frightened by what he would find. Jeff went to check the pulse. He brought his hand up to her neck. The gun still firmly clasped in his cold white knuckles. HE stared. The hard reality and finality of that weapon in his hands….his hands.
He tossed it away and heard a metallic clang as it crashed against the dumpster.
Taking several deep breaths he checked the pulse. Weak, but still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief and pressed his hands on the wound. The warm blood. All over his hands.
Don't think. Just do as you were trained.
His hands shaked uncontrollably.
Call it in.
Right. He reached for his radio. It slipped out of his blood soaked hands falling with a bang on the ground. Jeff jumped.
He grabbed the radio and called it in. The woman was still bleeding.
The ambulance was on its way. Just keep her alive.
He looked up and screamed. It was a monster.
Jeff scrambled back. The monster crouched down towards him. He raised his arms to shield himself. He managed to get himself on his feet.
"It was you. I shot at you. I-"
Jeff looked at his gun beside the dumpster then down at the woman lying on the ground in shock.
