Prologue
The doors to the Emergency Room swung open, paramedics pressing forward, working with all they had in them to keep the bleeding to a minimum.
"You need to stand back, Commissioner." the paramedic said to Bo. Bo wouldn't back off. He couldn't. The blood was on his hands, both figuratively and literally. His tux was stained a color of crimson unlike any he had ever seen. "The bullet's still in there." the paramedic informed the doctor.
Nora held Bo back. "I should have seen this." Bo said. "I saw this coming and I still let her go."
The doctors, quickly checked for a pulse. "She's thready. Get her in there now." Bo tried to follow. "Commissioner," the doctor said. "You have to let us work."
Bo watched. "Don't you let her die." he said. "Gabrielle!" he called "Gabrielle, you fight. You fight, honey. Don't you leave me."
"Bo," Nora said, reaching for his arm.
He avoided her grasp. "Don't you dare die on me, Gabrielle." he said softer, running his hand through his hair. "What did I do?"