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Sacrifice
Chapter 9
By Blue Scrubs
Chad's body fell to the ground outside the room. He tried to extend his hands to stop his body from scraping the hard floor, but failed, his body too tired and broken from the loss of blood. The ground grated against his skin as his body hit the ground, and he groaned in pain. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the ground as pain seared through his body from the impact of the fall. His thoughts of Sonny abandoned as his body attempted to cope with the trauma.
Minutes passed before Chad heard the sound of footsteps, and then instantly two pairs of hands grabbed his body. One pair held his neck while the other pair rolled Chad onto his back. Chad opened his eyes to see two male paramedics. Both spoke his name in an attempt to get Chad to communicate with them, but he remained in a daze, his body traumatized from everything that had happened. Chad lay still as the paramedics began to remove his shirt and the dressings that Sonny had placed around his wound. As the paramedics began to work on him, his body twitched in remembrance of where he was. His brain awakened from the sharp pain that stabbed his arm as one of the paramedics started an IV. Then he felt himself being lifted and carried. From his daze, he realized that he was now outside - the cold night air surrounding him.
Chad drew a quick breath as he looked around at his surroundings, his heart pounding in his chest. "Sonny," he mumbled, as he was placed down.
"Sir?" One of the paramedics asked. "Are you alright, sir?"
"Sonny," Chad gasped, "I have to help Sonny."
"Sir, it's best if you lay still right now," the other paramedic said as he attempted to redress Chad's gunshot wound.
"No," Chad said as he attempted to push himself into a sitting position, "I need to help Sonny."
Both paramedics placed their hands against Chad's body and pushed him back down. The paramedic that was redressing Chad's wound removed his hands from his chest and said, "You need to stay put, sir."
"I have to help her," Chad yelled, "She needs me."
The paramedic placed his hands back on Chad's chest and looked at the other paramedic. "I think we're going to need to sedate him, Josh."
"Yeah," Josh nodded, "we should make sure that Bradley doesn't need any information from him first."
Josh looked at Chad's body and an involuntary shiver ran up his back. This was the end of his first month on the job and tonight had been his first active crime scene call. He had never seen a victim so agitated before, nor had he seen one so determined to save someone else. Josh stood up and scanned the crowd for Bradley, and he spotted Bradley standing near a police car on the telephone. "Mike, I found Bradley. I'm going to go talk to him about the situation."
Mike kept his hands on Chad's chest, trying to limit his movement. "Hurry."
Josh ran towards Bradley, his body pumping with adrenaline. He made his way through the sea of police officers and stopped right in front of Bradley, who had hung up the phone seconds earlier. "Sir, we've got a problem."
"What's wrong?" Bradley asked.
"Mr. Cooper has lost a lot of blood," Josh explained, "He needs to get to the hospital, but he's not cooperating."
Bradley began to make his way over towards Chad. "What's he doing?"
"He keeps saying that he needs to help Sonny," Josh said as he followed Bradley, "and he keeps trying to stand up. We need to sedate him. We have to get him to the hospital."
"I need to talk to him first."
Josh nodded, "That's why I came to get you."
Bradley broke into a light jog when he saw Mike struggling to keep Chad on the ground because he knew he didn't have much time. When he reached Mike and Chad, he crouched down on his knees and placed a firm hand on Chad's chest. "Mr. Cooper, I need you to calm down."
"I have to help her," Chad said as he continued to struggle against their hands. "She's all alone."
Josh approached the scene carrying a needle that was filled with a sedative. He bent down next to Mike and looked at Bradley. "We don't have much time."
"Whatever you need to say, do it fast," Mike snapped.
"Mr. Cooper, how many people are in the Media Center?" Bradley asked.
"She's in there," Chad yelled.
"Who is she?"
"Sonny," Chad snapped, "Sonny is in there all by herself."
"Is there anyone else in there?"
Chad continued to struggle against their hands. "I have to get to her."
"Answering my questions is the only way you can help her now," Bradley reasoned, "who is in there?"
Chad stopped struggling and he closed his eyes. He had failed Sonny. When she had needed him the most, he had failed her. Now, all he could do was answer questions in hope that somehow they would save her.
"Mr. Cooper, who else is in there?" Bradley repeated.
"A woman," Chad whispered, "I don't know who she is."
"Okay," Bradley nodded, "Did the gunmen have any other weapons besides guns?"
Chad shook his head, "No, just guns."
"Do you know what they wanted?"
Chad's body twitched at the memory of Sonny shooting Pete. She had killed someone. Warmth quickly spread into his mouth and he swallowed hard. "They wanted a man who had testified against them."
"So why did they go to the Media Center?" Mike interrupted.
"Because the other woman was the man's girlfriend."
"So, they came to this place to get the girlfriend to contact the man who had testified against them?" Bradley reasoned.
"Yes," Chad groaned as a shot of pain ran through his body.
"We don't have any more time," Mike said, "his body is in shock. We need to get him blood. We need to get him to the hospital."
When Chad heard Mike say the word hospital, he started to struggle again. He couldn't leave here, not without Sonny. "I won't leave her."
"Mr. Cooper, you're going to die if we don't get you to a hospital," Mike said in an attempt to reason with Chad.
"I don't care," Chad yelled, "I won't leave her. She needs me. I need to be here."
Bradley looked at Josh and nodded his head. "Do it."
Josh stood up and walked over to the other side of Chad. He grabbed Chad's IV line and placed the needle inside the line.
Chad looked at Josh and his eyes widened. "No, please. I just need to go back in there. I'll be fine, but I need to help Sonny."
Josh shook his head at Chad and pressed the syringe, letting the sedative fill the IV line. As the sedative filled the line, Chad stopped struggling against their hands and his body went limp.
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Sonny sat numbly against a wall as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. She was alone; Chad was gone and she had just killed a man. She had actually pulled the trigger of a gun, which was something she never thought she would hold in her hands. Her body trembled at the memory of the gun being fired, of her pulling the trigger, of her killing a man who had done nothing to her. She was all alone.
Chuck stood up from his position next to Frank and moved closer to Sonny. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"
Sonny's body stiffened at the sound of Chuck's voice. She remained silent and hoped that her silence would bore Chuck.
Frank stood, joining Chuck as he stared at Sonny. "She misses her lover boy."
"You're right," Chuck laughed, "she's all alone with us now."
"No one to protect her," Frank smiled, "only us."
Sonny continued to stare in the opposite direction, attempting to block out Frank and Chuck's conversation. She looked at Julie, who was also crying, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew that she had caused Julie's pain. She had been the one to pull that trigger. She could have refused, but she didn't. Chad would have been killed if she hadn't killed Pete. Chad would have died. She had to kill Pete in order to save him. She had to.
Chuck elbowed Frank and motioned towards Sonny. "What do you think she's thinking about?"
"She's probably thinking about the last time she and lover boy had sex," Frank smirked.
Chuck laughed. "Or about how badly she wants him."
"Shut up." Sonny snapped. "Just shut the fuck up."
The smile from Chuck's face disappeared and he reached down to grab Sonny. He wrapped his hand around Sonny arm and pulled her up so that she was standing in front of him. "Don't you dare talk to me that way."
Sonny straightened her back and stood tall. She had nothing left to lose. "I will do whatever I want."
Chuck tightened his grip on Sonny's arm. "Really? You're going to do whatever you want. You're going to just walk out of here?"
"Yes," Sonny spat, "I'm tired of your fucking games."
"So you really want to die?" Chuck asked.
Sonny ripped her arm out of Chuck's grasp. "I don't care. Shoot me in the back if you want. Just know that you are chicken shit and that you will never be anything more than that."
Chuck raised his hand and slapped Sonny across the face, "Bitch."
"Does it make you feel powerful to hit women?" Sonny questioned. "Does it make you feel like you're more of a man?"
Chuck grabbed Sonny's arms and pushed her to the ground. "Sit down and shut the fuck up."
Sonny pushed herself back up onto her feet. "No."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Chuck yelled. "I told you to do something, now do it."
"And I said no," Sonny smiled sweetly. "I'm done playing. I want out."
"Well you aren't getting out until we say so." Frank said as he stepped in between Chuck and Sonny.
"That's not good enough," Sonny pushed, "I want out now."
"Too bad," Frank spat.
Sonny looked at Frank and Chuck. Their eyes were begging her to challenge them. So, she pushed her way past them but paused and waited for the sound of the gun being cocked. And then, she heard it. She turned around and was faced with Chuck and his gun. "Are you going to kill me?"
Chuck smiled, "That depends."
"Depends on what?"
"Depends on whether or not you sit down."
Sonny looked at Chuck and remained standing. "I'm not going to sit down."
"Then I'm going to have to shoot you."
"You're not going to shoot me," Sonny smirked, "You didn't even have the balls to shoot Pete."
Chuck's face flashed with anger and he tightened his hold on his gun. "I will shoot you."
Sonny rolled her eyes. She knew what she was doing was stupid. She knew that she was going to get herself killed, but she didn't care because she knew that this situation wasn't going to end peacefully. Something was bound to happen, and now that Chad was gone, it didn't matter to her anymore. Dead or alive, she didn't care because Chad was safe. "I am walking out that door and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
"If you want to die, I'd do that," Chuck breathed, "but if you want to live, I'd come sit back down here."
"I don't care if I die." Sonny screamed, her emotions getting the better of her.
"Then go ahead, walk out that door."
Sonny turned and started to walk towards the door. Chuck followed closely behind her, his gun still pointed at her back. Sonny looked out the small door window and caught a glance of all the police officers in the distance, each trying to get a better view.
"You're leaving me with no choice," Chuck sighed as he followed Sonny.
"Yes, I am," Sonny reasoned, "you can let me go or you can shoot me. Your call."
Sonny continued to make her way to the door. Each time taking slow, deliberate steps. She watched the police officers outside and waited to see if any of them saw her, but no one did. She had to stall. So, she turned abruptly and faced Chuck. "Just let me go."
Chuck shook his head, "I can't let you go."
"Please," Sonny begged, "I shot Pete. There's nothing left for you guys to do. You did what you came here to do. Just let me go."
"We have to get out of here alive," Chuck laughed, "If your boyfriend hadn't sent that text message, we probably would have just walked out of here, but because he did, we have to deal with cops, which makes this situation a lot more complicated."
"You got what you wanted, though," Sonny reasoned, "Pete is dead. You got what you wanted. There's nothing left for you to do."
"We have to get out of here safely."
"I won't tell them who you guys are or anything about you," Sonny breathed, "just let me go. Let me walk out of here."
"It's not going to happen," Chuck said as he adjusted his hold on his gun.
"Fine, but I am leaving," Sonny growled as she turned back around to look outside.
"No, you aren't." Chuck whispered.
Sonny shook her head and made her way to the door, Chuck following her. She slammed it open and with a burst of energy, she ran. She made it out into the open and she could see all the police officers and ambulances parked outside right through the glass walls. Sonny heard Chuck shout angrily behind her, but she dismissed it. She dismissed the danger, because she was so close to freedom. Just past all the glass was her escape. She frantically made a run for it, when a gunshot filled the air.
I know, I'm leaving you with yet another cliff hanger. I'm mean like that.
--Blue Scrubs
