Chapter 10

The Storm is clearing.

Nick POV

Her uniform is barely hanging on to her body. As we pulled her into the back seat I notice the deep cuts marring her back. Her face wasn't much better, she had a deep cut on her forehead that was starting to clot and I could feel a knot at the base of her skull. She's has had a massive blow to the head.

The rain is pounding on the roof of the car, and I can see bright red flares light up the road behind the SUV for the helicopter to land safely in the storm. Frank is barking orders to all the officers. The Ford that Matthew was in had litter glass all over the road and they needed to shut in down this road safely.

Part of me wanted to help, but I needed to make sure Andy was okay. I need to make sure she doesn't die of hypothermia or any other her other injuries, there is too many to list. Her body is slowly heating up with the blanket, the car heater and my own body. She's just breathing, her chest rising and falling and I hope that it doesn't stop.

She's wrapped her leg and arm really well and the bleeding has slowed down. I pull another leaf from her hair and let it slip from my fingers to the floor of the vehicle.

Then her body begins to shake, a seizure. I slip out from under her and I open the door and yell, 'Frank she's having a seizure!'

Frank, Sam and Oliver sprint from where they stood with SRU. 'Roll her on to her side and support her head, don't hold it,' Frank command.

Sam and I carefully roll her to face the seat and Oliver slips another blanket under her head. I hold onto her hand and her hand tightly grips mine back and I hope she can feel it and know she is safe. Frank has his fingers at her neck, making sure her pulse is still there and her heart doesn't give out. Her leg kicks out and catches Sam in the chest pushing him back, but he comes back and helps keep her body to the side. Five horrible minutes pass and then her body goes as still as before. Her breathing is laboured and she has reopened the wound on her forehead. Oliver takes a step back into the rain and I watch as he takes a deep breath and tears threat to spill from his eyes. Today was not supposed to go like this. I sit back on the center console and Andy is still gripping my hand tightly.

Then I hear the sound that makes my mind flash back to Afghanistan, the helicopter is finally here. The sound is deafening over the rain and thunder. I have forgotten how loud they were. Frank and Oliver step back and two paramedics jump out of the helicopter and run over with a gurney.

Frank waves them to the rear door and they ask, 'What have we got here?'

'Twenty-nine year old Female with a massive head injury and possible brain bleed. She had a seizure about three minutes ago that lasted for approximately five to six minutes. Lacerations to her back, left arm and right thigh, her breathing is laboured and has been unconscious for about twenty to thirty minutes, I'm not too sure, how long to be exact.'

As I finish listing off Andy's injuries, we begin lifting her out of the back of the car moving her. Sam jogs around from the other side of the car; he and Chris both cover Andy with their jackets as we wheel her towards the helicopter. We all duck down from the winds the blades are creating. I look to Frank and yell, 'Sir, I need to go with her, I'm her Health Care Proxy!'

Franks nods to me and I take a quick glance over to Sam as I step into the helicopter behind Andy, he nods to me. I strap myself in the seat next to Andy's head. I watch as they strap her down to the gurney and place an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. The rotors begin to hum louder and then we are in the air. I look down to the scene below me and it's just one huge mess liter with police cars and the flares, I look back to Andy and I'm so proud of her. I'm glad that we found her alive and I know she will make it through her injuries.

It takes over fifteen minutes to get to the roof Saint Michael's Hospital. The landing was rough with the winds picking up on our way here. The doors slid open and four doctors are waiting with another gurney to transport her. I run with them to the trauma bay and my uniform and badge get me in there with her.

I watch as they cut away what was left of her uniform and when they cut away the bandages on her thigh blood starts to seep out of the wound staining the bed sheets bellow. The Doctors ramble about how deep the wound is and it has just missed the femoral artery. I watch as another doctor shines a light her to both her eyes and he yells, 'Pupils are not reacting. I want a CT stat. We'll deal with her other injuries later.'

They begin to quickly redress her wounds and place her in a gown. They remove her oxygen mask and begin to put her on a ventilator and an IV. Then she's being moved again, I can't go into the room with her but the doctors lets me stay with them in the next room. I watch as her brain image comes up and I know it's not good. I hear them mutter the words subdural hematoma and brain bleed to the left side. One doctor turns to me and says, 'Officer, we are going to have to prep her for surgery. It would be best that you go down to the waiting room and I will inform your colleagues and her family of the surgery we are prepping for.'

'Can I stay with her until you have to take her into operating room?'

She glances quickly to the doctors behind her and they nod back. I breathe a sigh of relief. Then we are in other room and I watch as they shave the locks of hair from Andy's head. Then shave whatever little hair is left. The doctors are buzzing around her like bees and then a nurse is telling me, 'Sir you have to go now.'

I take one last look towards her, and then I say to the nurse, 'Please…please fix her.'

'We are going to do the best we can Officer Collins.'

I nod my thanks and then I'm in the first floor waiting room filled with so many officers and I can't breathe in here. I walk outside the sky is dark and starless. Rain is still falling down heavily and the storm is passing.