A PAIN IN THE NECK.
Officer Kevin Kinkirk sat at the wheel of the police car waiting for the suspect to go through the light. His partner Roxanne Richardson was urging him to run the light.
"Kinkirk, just run it. Simple logic, Kinkirk, simple logic!"
"We can't we have to wait until HE goes through the light so we can FOLLOW him! Simple logic, Richardson, simple logic."
"Fine." Roxanne said, slumping down in her seat. She knew Kevin was right, he usually was. Wait, why was she thinking that way. She could never let Kinkirk know that's how she felt!
There he is. He ran the light. Kevin thought. He went that way. Kevin stepped on the gas and followed the suspect.
A few minutes later Kevin and Roxanne jumped out of the car.
"Stop! You're under arrest!" Roxanne shouted.
The suspect turned around to reveal a gun, which he had his finger on the trigger of. He pulled it.
"NO!" Roxanne shouted as she fell to the hard cement ground outside of the ware house.
"DROP THE GUN!" Kinkirk shouted. The suspect put the gun in to Kinkirk's hand, but when Kevin turned to call the department dispatch, shot him in the neck, with another weapon.
"No!" Kevin shouted as he dropped the walkie talkie and hit the ground, landing with his head pierced by a rock. ROXANNE, MY LOVE.
Chandler Hampton stood pacing outside the hospital room waiting for the doctor to appear. He was worried about her. His first and only true love, Roxanne Richardson. Finally Dr. Clouse emerged.
"Ms. Richardson should be fine, but I want her to be off work for a few months. We needed to do surgery on her left arm to restructure the bones. She should be out of her cast in a month or so. We'll go back in then and further rebuild it. She should be back to her old self in two or three months. At work, I mean."
"Thank you, Dr. Clouse. Can I go see her?"
"Yes. She's waking up from the anesthetic though, so she'll be groggy."
Chandler opened the door and walked in. She was laying in bed with her eyes half open.
"Chandler? What happened?"
"Roxanne, you were shot in the arm by a suspect. You hit your head on the cement very hard."
"That explains the horrible headache, but the cast?"
"The bullet hit your arm and shattered the bone. They had to rebuild it. They have to do more surgery and-"
"I'll be off the job for a few months. I guessed so. How's Kinkirk?"
"Oh, Kevin. I umm, didn't want to worry you, honey. I have bad news, Roxanne. He was shot too. He is in intensive care right now. I don't know anything else, Roxanne."
"Oh no! Oh my God. I hope he's okay."
"We all do, honey."
They embraced and were thankful that Roxanne would be okay.
KEVIN, WILL HE BE OKAY?
Lucy Camden waited outside of the ICU room where her husband, Kevin Kinkirk, lay. She didn't know how he would be. All she knew was that he had been shot in the neck. He was unconscious because of the impact that resulted when he fell to the hard cement. Being a cop was dangerous, Lucy knew this, but she never thought her husband would be harmed. She didn't notice her father come up behind her.
"Luce, how is he?"
"Oh Daddy. I don't know."
"Do you know what happened, Lucy?"
"No." She was crying now.
"Oh God Lucy. Oh God." Eric said as he embraced his daughter.
Just then two doctors came out. Theywalked up to Lucy.
"Ms. Kinkirk, I'm Dr. Mike Keary. I'm a neurologist. Kevin is awake now, but there was definite head trauma. We don't know if there was damage, but it's possible. You see, he fell onto a rock and it punctured his head. It's a little cut, but we don't know if it hurt him permanently. His neck bullet wound is closed, but we'll have to take him to the OR now to take out the bullet. We think he'll be okay, but we'll need to do tests. We'll do that in the OR, so he'll feel nothing." The first one said.
"I'm Dr. Kelly Miller, and I'll be operating on you're husband. The bullet hit his bone, but it seems that will be healed fairly soon. We need to go in and remove it. Anything we can do or answer for you, Ms. Kinkirk?" the second doctor asked.
"No. Thanks." Lucy said holding back tears. She again hugged her father, who kept telling her it would be okay, even though he wasn't so sure himself.
Officer Kevin Kinkirk sat at the wheel of the police car waiting for the suspect to go through the light. His partner Roxanne Richardson was urging him to run the light.
"Kinkirk, just run it. Simple logic, Kinkirk, simple logic!"
"We can't we have to wait until HE goes through the light so we can FOLLOW him! Simple logic, Richardson, simple logic."
"Fine." Roxanne said, slumping down in her seat. She knew Kevin was right, he usually was. Wait, why was she thinking that way. She could never let Kinkirk know that's how she felt!
There he is. He ran the light. Kevin thought. He went that way. Kevin stepped on the gas and followed the suspect.
A few minutes later Kevin and Roxanne jumped out of the car.
"Stop! You're under arrest!" Roxanne shouted.
The suspect turned around to reveal a gun, which he had his finger on the trigger of. He pulled it.
"NO!" Roxanne shouted as she fell to the hard cement ground outside of the ware house.
"DROP THE GUN!" Kinkirk shouted. The suspect put the gun in to Kinkirk's hand, but when Kevin turned to call the department dispatch, shot him in the neck, with another weapon.
"No!" Kevin shouted as he dropped the walkie talkie and hit the ground, landing with his head pierced by a rock. ROXANNE, MY LOVE.
Chandler Hampton stood pacing outside the hospital room waiting for the doctor to appear. He was worried about her. His first and only true love, Roxanne Richardson. Finally Dr. Clouse emerged.
"Ms. Richardson should be fine, but I want her to be off work for a few months. We needed to do surgery on her left arm to restructure the bones. She should be out of her cast in a month or so. We'll go back in then and further rebuild it. She should be back to her old self in two or three months. At work, I mean."
"Thank you, Dr. Clouse. Can I go see her?"
"Yes. She's waking up from the anesthetic though, so she'll be groggy."
Chandler opened the door and walked in. She was laying in bed with her eyes half open.
"Chandler? What happened?"
"Roxanne, you were shot in the arm by a suspect. You hit your head on the cement very hard."
"That explains the horrible headache, but the cast?"
"The bullet hit your arm and shattered the bone. They had to rebuild it. They have to do more surgery and-"
"I'll be off the job for a few months. I guessed so. How's Kinkirk?"
"Oh, Kevin. I umm, didn't want to worry you, honey. I have bad news, Roxanne. He was shot too. He is in intensive care right now. I don't know anything else, Roxanne."
"Oh no! Oh my God. I hope he's okay."
"We all do, honey."
They embraced and were thankful that Roxanne would be okay.
KEVIN, WILL HE BE OKAY?
Lucy Camden waited outside of the ICU room where her husband, Kevin Kinkirk, lay. She didn't know how he would be. All she knew was that he had been shot in the neck. He was unconscious because of the impact that resulted when he fell to the hard cement. Being a cop was dangerous, Lucy knew this, but she never thought her husband would be harmed. She didn't notice her father come up behind her.
"Luce, how is he?"
"Oh Daddy. I don't know."
"Do you know what happened, Lucy?"
"No." She was crying now.
"Oh God Lucy. Oh God." Eric said as he embraced his daughter.
Just then two doctors came out. Theywalked up to Lucy.
"Ms. Kinkirk, I'm Dr. Mike Keary. I'm a neurologist. Kevin is awake now, but there was definite head trauma. We don't know if there was damage, but it's possible. You see, he fell onto a rock and it punctured his head. It's a little cut, but we don't know if it hurt him permanently. His neck bullet wound is closed, but we'll have to take him to the OR now to take out the bullet. We think he'll be okay, but we'll need to do tests. We'll do that in the OR, so he'll feel nothing." The first one said.
"I'm Dr. Kelly Miller, and I'll be operating on you're husband. The bullet hit his bone, but it seems that will be healed fairly soon. We need to go in and remove it. Anything we can do or answer for you, Ms. Kinkirk?" the second doctor asked.
"No. Thanks." Lucy said holding back tears. She again hugged her father, who kept telling her it would be okay, even though he wasn't so sure himself.
