The lightheadedness was starting to return. Judy lay on the floor of the armored car, putting all of her energy into just staying awake. Despite the amount of blood she had undoubtedly lost, Penny had said that her chances of survival were much higher if she managed to stay conscious until they reached the hospital. With every passing second, the simple task became more and more difficult.

Judy was starting to slip back into unconsciousness when she felt the truck beneath her slow to a stop. She tried to lift her head but the strength doesn't come. The sound of metal clanging greets her ears and a bright light fills the truck. A myriad of voices began to surround Judy, though she couldn't manage to focus on a single voice.

"Hey, watch the leg," Penny's voice broke through.

"OK, ready?" another voice asked, followed by several sounds of affirmation. "OK, three... Two... One... Lift!" Pain once again shot through Judy's body as she felt herself lifted out of the truck and placed on a stretcher waiting outside. As her eyes adjusted to the midday brightness, Judy noticed the walls of Zootopia General Hospital. The stretcher began to be wheeled away by group of doctors, who discussed amongst themselves in terms that were foreign to Judy.

She started slipping back to the blackness when her ears picked up a single voice. Officer Delgato was talking to one of the other nurses by the armored truck. He was talking in a low tone, which would have been enough to for any other animal, but Judy's hearing far outperformed other animals.

"Hey, we're gonna need some cleanup over here," Delgato began, "There's a real mess back there." Judy wondered what the white wolf could mean by that. The pain in her leg was bad, but not that bad, and hadn't Penny stopped the bleeding? Judy managed to lift her head and look at the wound to her leg for the first time.

Even through Penny's hastily tied bandages, Judy could see her leg was in worse shape than she thought. She had only been on the stretcher for mere seconds and a puddle of blood was already starting to form under her leg. The clothing under her bandages was torn and shredded, and the skin underneath that didn't look much better.

Judy only caught a glimpse of her leg before one of the doctors noticed Judy was looking at her injury and gently pushed her head back down onto the stretcher.

The stretcher was now drawn into the hospital and rushed to the nearest available operating room. The stretcher was placed next to the table and Judy was once again lifted onto the cold steel of the operating table. As doctors rushed to a fro, readying for the coming surgery, Judy looked over to her left and caught a glimpse of TV situated just outside her room.

The TV was turned to the news station and, unsurprisingly, the images flashing above the "Breaking News" banner were live shots of the massive gun battle. The helicopters overhead provided a bird's-eye view of what Judy had seen up close. She could see a shot of a shot-up Impala attempting to drive on what appeared to be flat tires, the same white Impala that started this whole thing.

Judy watched as the gunman pulled the beat-up car up to a civilian vehicle that was attempting to travel the opposite direction down the road. The suspect pulled in close to the civilian's car and before the civilian knew what was happening, the gunman had stepped from from his vehicle and pointed the weapon at the driver's face.

Judy let out a sigh when she saw the civilian run away from the suspect unharmed. The suspect had other priorities, it seemed. He stepped into his newly acquired car and attempted to drive away. The vehicle moved only feet before a police car careened into frame. Judy recognized SWAT markings on the vehicle as the gunman attempted to flee and took cover behind the car.

Glass and metal flew as SWAT and the suspect opened fire simultaneously. Judy knew firsthand how intense the gun battle must be, but seeing it from the vantage point of the news helicopter it seemed so inconsequential. The whole ordeal was suddenly reduced to little figures on a small TV screen.

The battle continued to rage for several minutes. Judy put all her focus on the TV, using it to stay awake. The doctors began final preparations but Judy hoped that it took them a few minutes more, wanting to know how the firefight ended. The surgeon placed the anesthesia mask over her face. As the the world started to fade to black, the last thing Judy saw was the suspect's hands raise in surrender.