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Warnings for his chapter, I'm not a doctor.

And I hope you guys weren't to upset about the last cliff hanger because...well, you'll see.

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"Over here," Twitchy's friend - Red we'll call him because of the red bandana wrapped around his wrist - keeps his gun strongly pointed at Richard but he motions for both paramedics to move inside.

Devyn takes a white-knuckled grip on her medical bag and looks over at her partner. He shakes his head, silently telling her not to do anything stupid. Because he knows her, she's definitely thinking about it.

"What happened?" Devyn questions when she sees the body lying on the ground.

"What's it look like? He got shot," Twitchy says as if she should've already known, and if there wasn't a gun pointed at her, Devyn would've rolled her eyes. "Now fix 'em."

Devyn clenches her teeth and forces air out through her nose. "It's not that simple-"

"You better make it that simple or your friend here gets a bullet in the head!"

"Okay, okay," Devyn holds her hands up and glances towards an oddly silent Richard before turning towards her newest patient. She lowers herself onto her knees next to the half-conscious man.

Pulling out a tourniquet from her bag and slips it under his leg, tightening it a little ways above the wound. "The bullet is still in his leg, I can't take it out, he needs a hospital."

"No, no," Red shakes his head. "No can do. He can take it, just get it out and patch him up."

"It's not about whether he can take it or not," Devyn looks over her shoulder and between both men. "He's bleeding out. I'm not a doctor, I'm trained to keep someone alive until we can get them to one."

"Well you best learn quick because if he dies, you die," Twitchy shoves his gun in her face to enforce his words and Richard takes a step forward on instinct but he's held back.

"Not so fast," Red grabs his arm and holds him back. Though Richard may be bigger than him but he has a gun. Not exactly a fair fight.

"Let me help her," Richard growls but Twitchy shakes his head.

"No, she's got it," He gestures to Devyn who's now digging through her bag. "If he moves, shoot him." Red nods and Devyn glances back and Richard, eyes desperate.

"Just listen to them, kid."

"Yeah, now you're getting it," Twitchy says and Devyn forces her deep breath, ignoring the way her stomach turns when she grabs her trauma shears and cuts the pants around the gunshot before grabbing her tweezers.

Looking around, Devyn's eyes settle on her patient's belt and she reaches forward to unbuckle it. "What are you doing?" He pants, voice slurred.

"This is going to hurt, do you want to bite your tongue off?" That might be a little extreme but she's not exactly worried about scaring him right now. His buddies are threatening her and her friend right now, after all.

After settling the leather belt between the man's teeth, Devyn grabs a light and holds it between her teeth but the effort and angle make it too hard. Glaring over her shoulder, Devyn stares at Twitchy. "You want to get that damn gun out of my face and help me save your friend?"

"You better watch your mouth, lady," He snaps. "You're not in charge here."

"Obviously," She mumbles. "I can't see, I need someone to hold the light."

"Watch him," Twitchy tells Red before crouching next to Devyn. Her eyes stray to his gun that he sets on the other side of him but she looks away quickly and hands him the light.

"Hold it steady, here," She positions his hand where she needs it before grabbing her tweezers again. She uses her free hands to pull the wound open as much as she cut and wipes away the blood before trying to get the bullet out. She's not supposed to do stuff like this, she hasn't even been on the job that long.

The man below her groans in pain and bites down on his belt. Devyn is surprised when she finds herself feeling sorry for him. For all she knows, he's a nice guy. His friends are the bad ones. Though she's sure he has to be a criminal or something because why else wouldn't he be demanding a hospital? Still, doesn't mean he can't be nice.

Devyn has to physically shake those thoughts away. Her eyebrows furrow at her off train of thought before she digs deeper into the man's leg, eliciting a slightly muffles scream before it stops abruptly and he goes limp.

"What's that? What happened?" Twitchy demands, the light moving when he grabs his gun again, pointing it at Devyn.

"He passed out," She quickly tells him. "Guess he can't take pain as well as you thought he could." She grumbles, leaving out the whole blood loss thing. This guy doesn't need to know that if his friend doesn't get a blood transfusion, he probably won't make it.

Finally, metal hits metal, and Devyn grasps the bullet best she can. She loses it once before finally pulling it from the man's leg. She discards it on the ground before grabbing the packing material from her bag. She stuffs the wound and then some before grabbing the gauze. "Help me lift his leg." She tells Twitchy and the man does, surprisingly without comment.

"Doesn't it need stitches or something?" Wait, there's that comment.

"We're not permitted to do those, I don't have the supplies, this will do." Devyn says, a feeling akin to relief washing over her only to be snatched away when her patient's heaving chest starts to slow.

Her eyebrows become straighten out and she places her hand over his heart. "Okay," She whispers to herself and pulls her stethoscope off from around her neck. She places the ears pieces in before places the other side on the man's chest.

"What's happening?"

"Shh," Devyn shushes Twitchy but she flinches when he jumps to his feet. "There's nothing else I can do!" She tells him before he can speak. "Threatening us isn't going to change the fact that he needs a hospital!"

"Let me try," All eyes turn to Richard and the older man nods towards the guy on the ground. "I've been on the job longer, I know more."

Twitchy looks between the two of them before nodding. "Get up," He grabs Devyn's arm and pulls her to her feet while motioning for Red to move Richard to take her place. Devyn's hand moves to cover her stomach on instinct. "One wrong move and I shoot your girl here."

Richard bites his tongue and forces his lips together. He's smart enough to know saying anything will on make the situation worse with these people. But someones pointing a gun at his dau-partner. His pregnant partner, at that.

He knows what he'll find when he listens to the man's heart. He's known it since he saw all the blood on the ground, since he saw his breathing slow. Richard debates for a moment and glances with just his eyes at Devyn. The man watching her has moved his gun, his arm going slack, pointing the barrel towards the ground.

Connecting his hands, Richard places them over the, not unconscious but dead man's heart and starts compressions. "I thought she fixed him?" Red yells, fear evident in his voice.

"She got the bullet out, he lost too much blood before we even got here." Richard informs the man but continues to press on the patient's chest. It's no good, he's not overly concerned with actually saving the guy. Devyn's is where his thoughts are.

"I told you what would happen if you let him die!" Twitchy raises his gun and points it at Devyn again and Richard is on his feet before anyone can blink.

The next few seconds happen in a blur, moving too fast to really make sense. There's a struggle, someone shouts, and a lone gunshot echoes through the building.


1. Whaaaaaaaaaaaat? Another cliff hanger!? I'd say I'm sorry but I try my best not to lie.
2. Again, I'm not a doctor, my medical knowledge is limited by the medical shows I've seen.
3. Also, don't hunt me down. Next chapter will be up tomorrow!
4. Richard being protective never get's old.

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