~Don's POV~

I looked over at Mikayla, her body was dispensing blood every were. There was a gunshot, and then I looked and saw that the man was shot in the head.

He was dead.

I ran to Mikayla and pulled off my shirt, I put it were the bullet hit her, in the leg. The blood was pouring out of her like water flows down a river.

Why was she bleeding this much? Her eyes were starting to close.

With all the cars, cops and people everywhere with the hospital nearly two blocks away I ran as fast and hard as I could.

Sprinting down the streets of New York wasn't a breeze, I was running into people, some on bikes some with strollers, it was too crowded, I had to get there quick enough.

"Move!" I screamed

"Get out of my way!"

I pushed and shoved while tried my hardest to run, it didn't work, so I ran in the street no car was goanna hit me not in this traffic.

1 block left.

I tried my hardest to hold my shirt over Mikayla's wound, her body was quivering.

"Mickey, you will be ok were almost there" I said out of breath

Finally I was in the parking lot of the crowed hospital, I ran around and past many cars when finally I reached the door.

I ran to the desk.

"I-need help" I said with no air in my lungs.

She looked up.

"Oh my" she said as she hit a button, instantly a group of doctors came running out they took Mikayla out of my hands and walked quickly towards the E.R. I followed them.

"You can't come in here" the nurse stopped me when the doctors took Mikayla into a surgical room.

"Fine" I said trying to get a glimpse of what they were doing to the inscent little baby.

"Sr. we need to know what happened" she said.

"I'm a cop, and I was on my way to- actually to here because my girlfriend and friend are patients, but anyways my radio said there was a suspect fleeting a crime scene and he passed me, I followed him got him and then he pulled out a gun one of the bullets hit Mikayla" I said.

My god this was my fault, that poor little baby is nearly dying cause my stupid decisions

"Ok and then you ran here?"

"Yeah, I was right down the block"

"Ok thank you and I need to know what your name is and is this your baby?"

"Don Flack is my name, but Mikayla is not mine, my friend Stella Bonier is fostering her"

"Is there any way we can talk to Ms. Bonier just to confirm that?"

"Yeah she's upstairs in the critical conditions area"

"Ok thanks" she said as she walked away.

I have to tell Stella what happened.

Everyone was staring at me as I walked down the halls of the busy hospital. Why? I don't know.

I looked at everyone; they looked at me in horror.

Then I looked down, god I wasn't wearing a shirt and my whole torso was covered in blood. I must look like a murderer.

When I finally reached the elevator I was alone.

"Stella's going to kill me" I whispered to myself.

Dammit Don I would kill you to, you almost murdered a baby. My conch was taking over.

This is all your fault, if you would have just came to the hospital first instead of chasing that guy none if this would have happened.

Tears were falling out of my eyes. This is my fault.

I walked of the elevator, I felt the gaze's and stares but I didn't care, I finally got to were all my friends were.

They looked up at me when I walked in, not prepared for what they were goanna see.

"Don what happed?" Jess asked as 'wheeled' over to me.

I couldn't talk; all's I could do was cry.

"Don who's Blood is that?" Stella asked me with a worried face.

"Mikayla's" I said as I collapsed, on the ground, I lay crying, like a wimp who can't face that this was my entire fault.

Jess tried her hardest to help me up.

No one asked questions, the room was silent.

"What happened?" Stella asked after I got up.

"I was bringing Mikayla to see you and my radio said there was a suspect fleeting a crime scene, he drove right in front of me, speeding down the street so I chased him, finally I spun him out and he got out with a gun, one bullet shattered my window and hit Mikayla, then backup came so I took Mikayla and sprinted here, she's in surgery now and this is all my fault I'm so stupid I should have just came straight here" I couldn't help the tears that were flying down my face.

By the time I finished everyone looked like they were goanna cry, Jen was crying.

"Were did the bullet hit?" Stella asked.

"Her leg, she wa-was losing a lot of blood"

That's when Stella started crying.

Mac leaned over and hugged her.

"I'm so-sorry" I said

"Don don't get yourself down, this is not your fault it is the man who shot her fault, if that guy speed passed me I probably would have done close to the same thing" Mac said.

"NO, it was completely my fault" I said, jess kissed my cheek to comfort me.

The nurse I saw downstairs walked in.

"I need to confirm something with Ms. Bonier" she said.

"That's me" Stella said

"Are you fostering Mikayla?"

"Y-yes"

"Ok thank you that's all, Oh yeah the doctors got the bullet out of Mikayla and odds are good that she will be ok, although she may never be able to walk" the nurse said then took her leave.

"Oh my god I paralyzed a baby" I said to myself.

Jen was crying more then all of us; she was sitting in the corner on the floor rocking herself back and forth.

"Jen she will be ok" Jess said.

"I want to see her, she can't die she is my only family"

"Ok we will ask the doctors if we can go see her" Mac said.

Jen sat there shaking rocking back and forth.

The world was spinning so much was going on, a sweet little baby is not goanna be able to walk because of me.

Wait a go Don paralyzing a baby.

~CSI:NY~SMACKED~CSI:NY~

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