Active Threat - Part 10

Author's Note: Told in different perspectives, so be aware.
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Charlie

At the corner of Charlie's eye he saw a flash of red, just as his ears registered gun fire. He saw Jed's frame get pushed back slightly as suddenly the rest of his peripheral vision went red.

Charlie felt something hit his face, something warm and wet.

He didn't have time to think, he needed to get the president in the limo, and now.
He turned and whammed Jed in, somehow getting both his and Jed's forms all the way in.

All the while gunfire, and screams.

The next thing he knew was someone landing on top of him, no doubt throwing themselves on top to protect the one beneath. Charlie felt the limo door slam, nearly on his feet, and he distinctly remembers something hitting the window…good thing it's bulletproof.

Charlie was afraid to open his eyes as he felt to limo speed off, and when he did, he wished he hadn't.

'Oh, Gawd…'

He opened them to find Jed, looking up at him, half of his face covered in blood, and the backseat rest covered in it as well. He didn't need to look far to see the source…

Instinctively Charlie whipped his hand out and firmly placed it over the large gash at the left side of Jed's neck. The warm life giving substance seemed to somehow weave itself around his fingers, so Charlie tightened as much as he dared.

The form on top of him slid off, his knees no doubt touching the floor of the limo; Charlie quickly followed suit, but kept his hand firmly planted on Jed's neck. Charlie, knowing he needed to not only support Jed's head for the movement on the road, but to also to assist in stopping the bleeding, took his other hand and placed it on the other side of Jed's face. Jed's left hand then moved, automatically bringing it up, placing it tightly over Charlie's hand that was placed over the gash.

Charlie couldn't help but glance back at Jed's chest, suddenly realizing the man that had landed on him was Agent Jacobs. Charlie looked in horror to find three holes in Jed's windbreaker jacket, one over his heart, another diagonally from his sternum, and the other a couple inches to the left of the old Rossyln scar.

"Char---" Jed choked, not able to talk right, from the pressure on his neck to the pain in his chest.
"Sir, don't talk, we're going to the hospital…" Charlie then looked to Jacobs, "How far?" he asked.

"Ten minutes…"

Charlie looked back at Jed when he felt Jed's right arm grab onto his left shoulder.

"Yo'--k?" Jed stammered, fear in his voice, seeing Charlie covered in blood, and seeing at the corner of his eye the seat covered in it as well.
"Yes, I'm fine…" he got out as they hit a bump on the road, Jed cringing, shutting his eyes tight and gripping even tighter at Charlie's shoulder and hand.
"Sir, look at me…" Charlie nearly yelled, feeling Jed beginning to shake. Jed opened his eyes, hearing Charlie's alarm.

"Sir, you are going into shock…" Jacobs began to talk; already opening up Jed's buttoned up shirt.

Jed's legs were moving, as if trying to get comfortable, when in actuality it was just him trying to keep his mind off the dull pain.

"Sir, stay still…" Jacobs ordered, suddenly pausing and lifting Jed's legs up on the armrest to help slow shock. Jed tried to oblige, suddenly realizing he was cold.
"Ho'—b'd?" Jed asked, looking Charlie in the eyes.

Charlie looked to Jed's chest, finding that Jacobs was now just un-velcroing the vest; he could swear the three holes were steaming.

He watched as Jacobs lifted the vest up to one side, opening it like a book up from Jed's chest to the back of the chair, the indentions of the bullets could be seen on the underside. Jacobs then flipped out his pocket knife and resourcefully sliced its edge across Jed's undershirt, so that he could see any possible damage underneath.

"Charlie--my--si," Jed suddenly groaned, feeling Jacobs' hand begin to examine him.
"What sir? Where's it hurt? Your side?" Charlie asked, seeing, very quickly, Jed's face was loosing pigment.

Jed barely got out a nod.

"Sir, just hang on, we are almost there…sir, SIR!" Charlie was feeling Jed beginning to go slack; Jed's hand on his shoulder was now slowly sliding down his arm.

'Please don't die on me!' Charlie prayed, tears in his eyes.

Jed's eyes somehow stayed relatively focused, but he was loosing it, nearly just as quickly as his hand was going down Charlie's arm.

Charlie could see Jed's breathing beginning to slow, his face all but white, and feel his hand limp over his right.
Charlie looked back at Jacobs for a moment and then looked back at Jed, now no doubt that he was in shock.
Charlie glanced out the window, and saw to his relief the hospital.

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Jacobs

Jacobs felt the door slam shut and the limo begin to roll, and that was all he needed to tell him to get up and access the situation, though he already knew the president had been hit, he had seen it with his own eyes.

Bullets seemed to run up his chest, and then one hit his neck…

Jacobs then saw Charlie push him in, Jacobs then followed, the other agents swarming, dashing in between where the bullets were coming from and their target.

When Jacobs got off of Charlie he found that his eyes had not tricked him, Jed had been hit, and hit bad.
Jacobs was glad that Charlie was with him, at least Charlie could slow the bleeding while he made sure there was no other injuries.

'Ten minutes to the hospital, crap…' was his first thought, finding three holes before him.

He heard Jed and Charlie talking; saw Jed's arm reach up and grab hold of Charlie, as he then heard Charlie ask, "How far?"
He answered automatically, already passed the jacket.

It was obvious that the man across the long seat was going into shock, for the body was now shaking slightly.

"Sir, you are going into shock…" Jacobs spoke, trying his hardest not to let his voice shake.

Jacobs then realized Jed was moving his legs, and so he said, "Sir, stay still…" not intending to make it sound like an order, but doing so anyways.

Jacobs was in protector mode, lifting Jed's legs up to the arm rest before continuing on his chest.

Jacobs trying not to gasp once he had cut the shirt open. He found that the places that had nearly gotten a bullet in them were already beginning to bruise, within reason, but the side of the President, the bullet near the sternum, had done internal damage.

He felt the president recoil at his touch to his ribs; yes, a cracked rib at least…

He couldn't make out what Charlie was saying, just that he was panicking…

And then he looked up and saw why.
The president was going whiter by the second, his grip on Charlie was fading, and so were his eyes.

Jacobs then saw Charlie look to him, just as they felt the limo turn to the hospital…

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Jed

Jed found himself looking up at Charlie, who looked scared out of his wits.
He then felt Charlie's hand at his neck, the color red all that he could see on the back cushion to his left.

'Oh no, who's been hit?' Jed asked himself.

Jed suddenly felt the weight lift from his chest, but the pain was still there.

"Char---" Jed choked, finding he couldn't get the air or the energy.
"Sir, don't talk, we're going to the hospital…" he heard Charlie who then looked to someone he couldn't really see, "How far?"

"Ten minutes…" he heard someone reply, maybe Jacobs?

Jed then grabbed Charlie's shoulder with his right hand, needing his attention, having realized there was blood all over the side of the kid's face.

"Yo'--k?" Jed heard himself ask, wondering why he sounded the way he did.
"Yes, I'm fine…"

Jed then felt severe pain shoot up along his side, the limo having hit a bump; he couldn't help but squeeze the things he was holding onto.

He then heard Charlie's voice say forcefully, "Sir, look at me…"

Was he shaking? He wasn't meaning to…

He opened his eyes; the fear in Charlie's voice was nearly painful.

"Sir, you are going into shock…"
'There's that voice again…telling me things I could have told it…' Jed couldn't help but think.

"Sir, stay still…" Jed heard a demanding voice.
'Sorry, didn't know I wasn't…I'm cold…'

"Ho'—b'd?" Jed suddenly asked, finding Charlie's eyes.

Jed watched Charlie look to something, and then he felt a stabbing pain.

"Charlie--my--si," Jed groaned, feeling someone's hand at his side.
"What sir? Where's it hurt? Your side?" Jed heard Charlie ask, as he was suddenly feeling dizzy.

Jed tried to nod.

"Sir, just hang on, we are almost there…"

The voice was sounding distant…

"s i r…s i r…"

Jed couldn't stop himself; he was feeling himself drifting off.

'Whoa, don't like that…'

He somehow made himself focus onto Charlie's voice, focus on his face, but even that was going…his hand sliding down Charlie's arm…
Jed wasn't even sure now if he was breathing…
The next thing he felt was his body shifting to one side, the limo turning hard…

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