A/N: This fic was inspired by the song The Angel by the group Sequoyah Rain.
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The squad truck flew down the street, sirens blaring and taking curves on two wheels. The dispatcher reported a possible heart attack and nobody knew CPR. Johnny routed them the fastest way he could find. When they pulled up to the house, Roy's gut told him they were too late. Johnny could tell as soon as he saw the body, but he knew that they had to go through the motions before the doctors at Rampart could declare what everybody could already see.
Runs like this wear on everybody involved. Yeah, death is a part of the job, but nobody wants to admit defeat. Johnny slammed his fist on the hood of the squad as he teared up. He didn't have to say anything to Roy; he was feeling it too.
They returned to quarters for lunch, but before they could finish, the tones sounded again. This time it was a suicide. The lady's neighbor found her in the bathroom after she didn't answer her. She apparently got a double whammy when her husband declared he wanted a divorce at her mother's funeral a few days ago. Roy found an empty bottle near the victim's hand. It was a strong sleeping pill and the fill date was today. Her respiration and pulse were almost non-existent when they started working on her, but they managed to keep her going until they got to Rampart. She died shortly after, Dr. Brackett cussing at himself for not being able to save her.
Later, around two in the morning, the station got called about a car that drove off a bridge into a ravine. Once they got to the scene, Roy and Johnny set up to rappel down to the car, raising smoke telling them where to go over. It was slow going since brush in this part of the canyon hadn't been cleared in some time and a police helicopter had to be called in for spotlight search support. A woman and her son were inside, and she had a bad laceration on her arm from the broken windshield. Her son looked like he was around 12, too young to see this type of horror unfold in front of him.
Johnny did his best to stop the bleeding, but it was too deep and seemed to be coming from the main artery in the arm. She was slipping away and there wasn't anything he could do. She started to tell her son her final goodbyes, to stay strong for his sister and dad as she took her final breath. Roy was in the back, freeing the boy. All of the blood that was on him seemed to be his mother's. Other than a broken ankle, he didn't have a scratch on him.
The Angel that followed them that day looked on with admiration. The miracle that was their partnership was tested hard this shift, and once again passed with flying colors. He wished that they didn't have so many defeats, but he didn't have control over such things. Still, he understood the brotherhood they shared and that they knew they could lean on each other during their upcoming fishing trip. He decided that a quiet, easy weekend would be their reward as he flew off.