A/N: One of the hardest stories I've ever written….. Not sure how I got the idea or why, but here we go. Most of chapter one (and two) will be from the episode in season 6 "Point Blank" so those who haven't seen it will know what's going on.
P.O.V. Michaela
I had just made lunch plans with Dorothy when there was a fervent knock on the door. I was putting a file in the cabinet, when I spoke with my back to the door.
"Come in." I was answered with another fervent knock. I walked over to the door, but not before there was a third knock on the door. I didn't know why this person continued knocking. Everybody in Colorado Springs knew that they could come right in. I was always in the clinic, if the door was locked it meant I wasn't there. But when I opened the door and saw a strange man, I realized why he didn't open the door. He wasn't from Colorado Springs.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Are you the doctor?" I stood there and exhaled. People still had trouble believing I was a medical doctor.
"Yes, I'm Doctor Michaela Quinn." I responded. He looked around nervously before he opened his jacket. I wasn't sure what was going on, and I didn't have a chance to react before he pulled a gun out of his pocket. My eyes widened when I saw him hold it out facing me and I gasped. I knew it was coming and I wasn't sure when it was going to happen. This man pulled the trigger and I could feel deep pain where I knew the bullet went through. I fell to the ground disoriented as he rushed off. He got onto a horse and rode away. I lay on the floor trying to catch my breath and remain conscious, but it wasn't easy. My eyes started to close and I tried not to fight the pain. I heard footsteps in the clinic.
"Michaela!" Hank jumped into the doorway of the clinic. I was gasping for air.
"Hank." I said gently. He fell on the floor next to me and picked me up.
"Hang on Michaela. Hang on. Oh my." As he carried me out of the clinic, there were people looking around. "Get out of the way." He said to them. I was falling out of consciousness when I heard commotion. "Someone get me a wagon!" I heard Hank yell. As my eyes opened briefly, I saw we were in the middle of the road. I felt a hand underneath me.
"Oh my, Michaela!" Dorothy's gentle voice floated into my ears.
"We've gotta get her to Andrew's." Hank replied.
"I'll get Katie." I felt Dorothy's hands pull away from my body as I took slow breaths. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. I was worried about Katie, but I knew she'd be alright if Dorothy had her. We stood in silence and I was almost out of it, when I heard Hank holler to somebody I couldn't see.
"Hurry up!" He yelled. Hank rushed over to a wagon and they put me in the back of it. I looked up long enough to see Cloud Dancing with me.
"I'll go get Sully." I heard Loren say. He must have been standing next to the wagon. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him.
"Somebody get Daniel! Tell him the guy who shot her done shot the hotel and had on a gray jacket."
"There's a pressure wound right here." Cloud Dancing said applying pressure to the wound. Hank put his hand over the bullet wound replacing Cloud Dancing's.
"Hang on Michaela. Go! To the Chateau! GO!" I felt the wagon jerk as we started moving and Hank laid his jacket on top of me.
Third person P.O.V.
Hank carried Michaela into Andrew's clinic and laid her on the table with Dr. Andrew Cook and Cloud Dancing right there beside him. Andrew rushed over to the desk and started looking through his instruments grabbing a cloth and his stethoscope.
"She's losing a lot of blood." Andrew stated and he pulled the stethoscope out of his ears. "The bullet must have hit the subclavian artery."
"Is she going to die?" Hank asked. Both Hank and Cloud Dancing looked at Andrew. He hesitated for a moment and then handed him the cloth.
"Take the bottle on the top shelf on the right. Carbolic acid." Andrew opened his medicine cabinet with Hank behind him. "I want you to first wipe away the blood with a clean cloth and then spray the wound with the acid." He said never answering their question. He dug through the drawer and turned to Cloud Dancing when he grabbed what he needed. "Cloud Dancing, there are fresh linens in the top of that shelf." Cloud Dancing grabbed some towels off the shelf and turned back to them. Andrew groaned.
"What?" Hank asked.
"I'm going to need very fine souschering thread to sew up the artery."
"You don't got any?" Hank questioned surprised.
"Preston didn't think it was necessary at a health resort."
"I have seen Michaela use sewing thread to stitch up wounds." Cloud Dancing chimed in.
"I guess we don't have much choice." Andrew stated.
"I'll go get some." Cloud Dancing replied and rushed out of the room.
P.O.V. Andrew
I worked my hardest with the help of Hank and Cloud Dancing to sew the wound. It was quite an emotional procedure for all of us. My mentor in Colorado Springs, the one person who really believed in my medical ability, needed me more than anything and I wanted to help her. Hank asked me if she was going to die and I didn't want to answer his question because I really wasn't sure. I have sewn up dozens of bullet wounds since I was in medical school; but each patient and wound is very different. I was afraid if we didn't get to her soon enough that we'd lose her. We needed to get through the procedure and see what happened after that. Until then, I wasn't sure what would happen to Michaela.