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Chapter 4
Time seemed to stop for Sam Swarek.
All the shouting voices around him where being drowned out by the harsh pounding of his heart, raging loudly in his ears.
All he could see was McNally lying in a pool of blood.
Her blood.
His body was frozen.
All he could do was look at her lying there, not moving.
"...am...Sa...SAM!" Sam was jolted out of his trance by Shaw yelling into his ear.
Sam looked at the other training officer with a pained expression and Shaw quickly tried to get him in the right frame of mind.
Roughly placing his hands on Sam's shoulders, Shaw shook him hard.
"Listen, the ambulance is on its way, okay? I know this is pure panic mode right now but we need to focus on stopping the bleeding and keeping her awake, got it?"
Sam just stared through Shaw in a daze.
Again Shaw shook Sam and yelled into his face furiously "SAM!"
Sam came back to reality and nodded at Shaw.
With another desperate look, Shaw released his hold and stepped away to help with the search for the shooter.
Instinct took hold and Sam forced himself to push his way through the crowd surrounding Andy.
He knelt down beside her.
She had gone sickly pale.
Looking at the officer on her other side he asked "Where's the entry wound?"
The officer looked back at him and then down at Andy's body.
Slowly the officer peeled away the jacket they were using to put pressure on the wound.
Wounds.
"Two on her side, can't tell if they're through and through though. I don't want to risk turning her over to check."
Sam nodded wordlessly and stared down at the blood soaked police jacket.
Two entry wounds.
The bastard had shot her twice.
"Mmm...hmmm...hu...r...ts" Sam's head snapped down to Andy's face.
Her eyes where drooping tiredly.
Her lips were stiff and an off shade of paler then pale pink.
"McNally? We got you okay? Your gonna be fine, the ambulance is on the way."
Andy slowly shifted her eyes towards him and breathed in a shaky, gurgly gasp.
"Mmhhh..." she whimpered as single tear slide down her face.
Sam reached down and carefully brushed the tear with his thumb; leaving his hand to rest on her cold cheek.
She needed that small gesture of comfort; that he knew.
With their gazes locked, Sam felt something he hadent felt in a very long time grip him down to his very being.
Fear.
Fear for his rookie, his friend, his something more.
Fear of a life without her in it.
Within seconds of hearing the sirens, the paramedics where on scene; pushing him and the other officers aside so they could work on her.
All he could now was watch as these strangers handled her bloody body, assessing the extent of her wounds.
"Radio back that we are going to need a transfusion as soon as we get through the doors." One of the paramedics yelled to the other.
A transfusion.
She'd lost enough blood to have an emergency transfusion.
They loaded her onto a gurney and wheeled her into the back of the ambulance with lightning speed.
Sam watched as they strapped a breathing mask to her face and continued to apply pressure to the wounds.
The paramedics hands where already drenched completely in blood.
It was spilling over the slide of the gurney and onto the floor of the ambulance.
The ambulance doors slammed shut with a bang and the vehicle went speeding off towards the hospital.
Sam watched as it turned the corner and was out of sight.
He could still hear the sirens.
He would hear those sirens in his nightmares.
He would see the pool of blood left behind on the black tarmac where she had been laying only seconds ago.
Feeling wetness on his cheek, Sam glanced up at the sky and watched as the grey sky opened up and began to rain.
Washing away the evidence of the shooting on the ground.
Washing away the pain, fear, sadness, hopelessness along with it.
But no amount of rain could ever wash away the memory of the young rookie who was gunned down while smiling at kindly the man who made her realise just how lonely that grey sky really was.
P.S. The story isn't over so don't worry.