"Dammit," Kim hissed, and shook her head. "Bosco's out cold." She
touched a hand to his neck again, feeling a strong reassuring pulse.
"Yokas just passed out too," Bobby reported to her, glancing through the broken window to his partner. "Is there anyone in the other car?"
Kim hadn't even registered the other vehicle close behind her, the pole puncturing the hood. She turned her head back, and saw nothing but a spatter of blood on the windshield. She shook her head and she whirled back to Bobby. He nodded in acknowledgement.
Kim only noticed someone beside her when they touched a hand to her arm. She looked up at once. It was Jimmy, helmet donned.
"What's going on?" he inquired quickly.
Kim resisted the urge to stand and face him properly, keeping her attention mostly on her patient. Bosco was breathing rhythmically... a good sign. "We've got a pole running right through from the construction site, all the way through the squad, and into the hood of this car. Bosco and Yokas are pinned inside. We need to cut them out."
"Alright," Jimmy acknowledged with a nod of certainty, and took off at a jog back to the truck, calling out what he knew to everyone else.
"How's she doing?" Kim asked Bobby, nodding to the unconscious female officer on the other side of the car, desperate to get them both out of the wrecked vehicle so they could be checked properly.
"She's got a steady pulse. I think she's in shock mostly. She said she had a headache, and a scrape, but I can't see anything without getting her out," Bobby responded matter-of-factly.
Kim nodded, hearing the crash of feet as the firemen ran over, tools in their hands. Jimmy was at the front; saw in his hands, calling the others of his team behind him.
"Okay, Kimmy, you gotta get back," Jimmy told her, giving a gentle tug with a gloved hand. "We're gonna cut it out of the hood, and then cut it off at the other end in the construction site. After that, we should be able to pull it out."
Kim nodded her consent, and gave a signal to Bobby for him to move back as well. They stood about ten feet back, watching the firemen get down to work, moving very carefully, trying not to harm the two police officers in the car.
Sully and Davis stood beside them, dripping wet with rain. They stared with concern into the car, the younger of the two flickering his gaze between the cops, the firemen and the two paramedics that stood beside him. He didn't really seem to know what was going on, but he was hiding his confusion well.
"How long is this gonna take?" Sully inquired loudly over the noise of the saw.
Bobby turned his head to the cop next to him, a tall broad middle- aged man, and replied, "About five... maybe ten minutes. They'll try and do it as fast as they can, but they've gotta try not to hurt Bosco and Yokas."
Sully seemed to understand, and kept quiet, just as two more figures arrived on the scene, paramedics' bags at the ready, coming to a halt as they noticed the work the firemen were doing.
"Whoa, what the hell happened?" Carlos Nieto muttered in inquiry. A hat that kept most of the rain off of him covered his head, but the drops still ran down his face. He wiped them away with a gloved hand.
Doc stood next to him, removing his dotted glasses, and rubbing them with the driest piece of clothing he could find, only succeeding in smearing them annoyingly. He soon pocketed them, giving up on them it seemed.
"Looks like they were rammed," Sully responded, nodding his head towards the empty car the firemen were climbing on. "The driver was gone when we got here. Bosco and Yokas are pinned inside by a pole from the construction site. Firemen are cutting them out."
Carlos whistled quietly in disbelief.
Doc peered over at the other paramedics. "Are they badly hurt?"
Kim shook her head, but didn't respond, eyes transfixed on the movements before her.
"Not really. Yokas complained of a headache, and said she scraped her arm on the pole when it came through the window, but I couldn't see it from outside the car. Bosco has a concussion. Wouldn't surprise me if he has some bruising. The car slammed up on his side of the squad," Bobby clarified, shrugging.
Jimmy gave a shout, waving them over, just as the sound of the saw cutting through the pole filled the area. The clear ring of the metal could be heard for a moment, before there was a clatter, and the firemen soon moved about trying to pull it free with caution.
Kim, Bobby, Carlos and Doc jogged over in the pouring rain, everything seeming to slow for a few moments as the heavens fell in a soaking shower, and the crowd stood looking on curiously. They were soon beside the car again, one set of partners going one side, the other to the opposite.
Kim had run straight to Bosco, since he had been the patient she had diagnosed, and Bobby had followed right behind her. He was soon off again like a shot, intending to retrieve the backboard with swift efficiency.
Doc and Carlos arrived at Yokas' side just as the pole was pulled completely free, and the woman slumped forward slightly. They caught her, and Carlos was ordered to try and open the car door. He soon began tugging on it carefully, wrenching it open after some effort.
Carlos ran off through the puddles and rain to fetch their backboard, just in case she had hit her head, and there was no visible sign. Just a precaution... Doc always did this in a car crash scenario.
Bobby was back at once, laying the backboard down on the floor, handing Kim a collar, which she soon went about fixing around Bosco's neck, pulling him back and away from the steering wheel slowly and carefully.
Doc and Carlos had already gotten Yokas out of the car without the other paramedics even realising, and they were soon moving her off towards their bus, covering her with a blanket.
Bobby reached in, and helped Kim to lift Bosco out of the car with a little difficulty, considering the hood of the other car was pressed right up against the squad. They were forced to bring him out of the window as carefully as was possible, and the two laid him on the backboard, fixing him to it, and carrying it off to their own rig,
One right behind the other, the buses made their way to Angel of Mercy.
* * *
Sarah Morales waited under the sheltered entrance of Mercy hospital for the two ambulances to arrive. She had received their call about two minutes ago, and they were due to arrive any moment now.
As if on some silent cue, two sets of lights appeared at the end of the road, the flashing reflecting off various surfaces, cutting through the downpour.
Sarah turned her head to Dana Murphy, who waited patiently to lend a hand. The two locked gazes for a moment, before the first ambulance steered in front of the doors, leaving room for the second right behind it. Doc and Carlos jumped out, the latter slamming the driving door behind him, and coming round to help Doc unload their patient.
It was Officer Yokas, unconscious, but seemingly unharmed.
"Bosco's in the other rig," Doc told Sarah, and she nodded, understanding by his words that the man needed more attention. Sarah sent Dana off with Doc and Carlos, along with another ER doctor who would assess the woman's injuries.
Kim and Bobby were next to arrive, the man having drove. He helped Kim unload the gurney, wheeling it quickly under the covered entrance and into the hospital, Sarah moving alongside it.
Just as Doc had informed her, it was Officer Boscorelli, and he had seemingly -from the blood on his face- hit his head on something. There were no other visible injuries, but Sarah would have to wait until they got into the ER to know that for sure.
Kim called the stats to her, and she subconsciously registered them as they moved, soon pushing their way through to the ER.
They moved Bosco over to the table, and wheeled the gurney out of the way.
"He was driving the car," Kim informed Sarah quickly as they moved their gurney aside. "He might have some bruising down his left side, but we were unable to check on the scene."
"Right," Sarah acknowledged, and motioned for a nurse to check.
The room was mostly quiet for a moment whilst the nurse checked carefully, before she looked up with a nod. "It's not too bad, but he's gonna be sore for a while."
"Come on, Kim," Bobby mumbled to his partner.
Sarah nodded to Kim as the woman threw her a questioning look, one that was asking the doctor if she needed any help. After that brief moment, the two paramedics moved outside, and to the lounge.
Sarah went back to her work without a second thought.
* * *
Doc yawned, and sipped his coffee, waiting to hear the progress of the two officers they had retrieved from the crash site not long ago, just as Sarah Morales walked into the lounge, a slight smile touching her lips.
"They're both fine. Yokas has a wound on her left arm where the pole hit when it came through the window, but nothing else. From what I can tell she didn't even hit her head." She paused, cocking her head as if in recollection of what she was going to say, before she continued, "Bosco has a minor concussion, nothing to worry about. It looks like he was pushed forward out of the way of the pole as it came through the car. He has some bruising up his left side where the other car impacted, but nothing too serious."
Sully and Davis had arrived not long after the paramedics, and the older of the two stood from his chair, asking, "Will this put them out of action?"
"I shouldn't think so. They just need to rest for the night, and if the Captain agrees, they should be back at work within the next couple of days... maybe even tomorrow. Their injuries aren't severe enough to keep them out of work if they don't want to be. Bosco might be a little uncomfortable for a while, but he should be fine if he doesn't start chasing people all over Manhattan."
"Fat chance of that," Sully quipped, and smiled. "Thanks, Doctor."
Morales nodded, smiled at Doc, and left.
Doc turned to his partner, who had been snacking on an energy bar of some kind, and nodded his head towards the door, saying, "We should get back out there. I don't think we can be of any more help here."
"Sure," Carlos agreed, tossing the wrapper from his snack into the trash, and standing, downing the rest of his coffee, following Doc out of the room.
Doc waved his goodbyes to the cops, and Kim and Bobby, and made his way to the exit, his partner in tow. The young paramedic had been quite tolerable today, not even making a move to question any of Doc's suggestions or orders. It was throwing him off a little, but it was nice to be able to work alongside the trainee without arguments for once. In fact, ever since the murders of the police had started, Carlos had been agreeable with Doc pretty much all the time, as though he were afraid to question the man.
Doc didn't mind. If there was something on his mind that mattered, he would say it, Doc didn't doubt that for a minute.
Doc climbed back into the bus, and started up the engine.
* * *
The two men ducked instinctively below the object that was thrown at them with great force, hearing it smash against the wall behind them, shards of it flying in all directions. They looked back up, and swallowed, one of them bleeding from a wound on his head where he hadn't braced himself against the impact in the car.
Idiot, she thought, what did he expect would happen? Was he waiting for a damn airbag?
She glared at them, her eyes daggers, and the two shrank from her gaze visibly.
"What happened?" she demanded, brushing her curled hair from her face, and turning to stare out of the window, watching the rain slide down it, smearing the image of New York outside.
When neither or the two spoke, she spun back on them and shouted, "They're supposed to be dead, not recovering in the hospital!"
"We thought they were dead," one of them said, the one with the blood on his face.
The other stood silently by his accomplice's side, wringing his hands nervously.
"Did you check?"
Neither made a sound.
"I didn't think so," she growled, her eyes fixed angrily on them. "I thought I could trust the both of you with a simple task. Apparently not."
She picked up another object, watching as the two turned they eyes downward. One made a move to speak, make an excuse perhaps. She wasn't in the mood.
She pulled the trigger nonchalantly, watching as the bloodied man fell back against the wall behind him, and slumped to the floor, dead. The other jumped frantically, shocked, eyes darting to her in question.
"If it happens again..." she paused, watching the man squirm in discomfort, "you're next."
He nodded vehemently in agreement, and scurried out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
She put the gun down on the dresser amidst the framed photographs, and picked up the closest image, admiring it lovingly, wiping the dust from the glass, and smiling sorrowfully at the captured happiness she found there.
She stood in the middle of the group, her three sons around her, all three grinning like children on Christmas day. They had their arms around her affectionately, the oldest kissing her on the head. She had her head leaned on the shoulder of her youngest son.
The sound of three loud explosions filled the back of her mind, taking over her thoughts and pushing all images of happiness down, replacing them with the sight of the bloodied corpses of her three murdered sons. They had been shot, all three of them. All on the same day. She hadn't even been able to say goodbye. That chance had been ripped away from her.
She had made it her duty to memorise the faces of her son's killers, and their accomplices. Now she was dedicating herself to avenging her children. They hadn't deserved to die... not like that.
She had successfully destroyed the four accomplices. Now all that remained was the task of making sure the two murderers never hurt anyone again.
She wouldn't let them get away with what they had done.
"Yokas just passed out too," Bobby reported to her, glancing through the broken window to his partner. "Is there anyone in the other car?"
Kim hadn't even registered the other vehicle close behind her, the pole puncturing the hood. She turned her head back, and saw nothing but a spatter of blood on the windshield. She shook her head and she whirled back to Bobby. He nodded in acknowledgement.
Kim only noticed someone beside her when they touched a hand to her arm. She looked up at once. It was Jimmy, helmet donned.
"What's going on?" he inquired quickly.
Kim resisted the urge to stand and face him properly, keeping her attention mostly on her patient. Bosco was breathing rhythmically... a good sign. "We've got a pole running right through from the construction site, all the way through the squad, and into the hood of this car. Bosco and Yokas are pinned inside. We need to cut them out."
"Alright," Jimmy acknowledged with a nod of certainty, and took off at a jog back to the truck, calling out what he knew to everyone else.
"How's she doing?" Kim asked Bobby, nodding to the unconscious female officer on the other side of the car, desperate to get them both out of the wrecked vehicle so they could be checked properly.
"She's got a steady pulse. I think she's in shock mostly. She said she had a headache, and a scrape, but I can't see anything without getting her out," Bobby responded matter-of-factly.
Kim nodded, hearing the crash of feet as the firemen ran over, tools in their hands. Jimmy was at the front; saw in his hands, calling the others of his team behind him.
"Okay, Kimmy, you gotta get back," Jimmy told her, giving a gentle tug with a gloved hand. "We're gonna cut it out of the hood, and then cut it off at the other end in the construction site. After that, we should be able to pull it out."
Kim nodded her consent, and gave a signal to Bobby for him to move back as well. They stood about ten feet back, watching the firemen get down to work, moving very carefully, trying not to harm the two police officers in the car.
Sully and Davis stood beside them, dripping wet with rain. They stared with concern into the car, the younger of the two flickering his gaze between the cops, the firemen and the two paramedics that stood beside him. He didn't really seem to know what was going on, but he was hiding his confusion well.
"How long is this gonna take?" Sully inquired loudly over the noise of the saw.
Bobby turned his head to the cop next to him, a tall broad middle- aged man, and replied, "About five... maybe ten minutes. They'll try and do it as fast as they can, but they've gotta try not to hurt Bosco and Yokas."
Sully seemed to understand, and kept quiet, just as two more figures arrived on the scene, paramedics' bags at the ready, coming to a halt as they noticed the work the firemen were doing.
"Whoa, what the hell happened?" Carlos Nieto muttered in inquiry. A hat that kept most of the rain off of him covered his head, but the drops still ran down his face. He wiped them away with a gloved hand.
Doc stood next to him, removing his dotted glasses, and rubbing them with the driest piece of clothing he could find, only succeeding in smearing them annoyingly. He soon pocketed them, giving up on them it seemed.
"Looks like they were rammed," Sully responded, nodding his head towards the empty car the firemen were climbing on. "The driver was gone when we got here. Bosco and Yokas are pinned inside by a pole from the construction site. Firemen are cutting them out."
Carlos whistled quietly in disbelief.
Doc peered over at the other paramedics. "Are they badly hurt?"
Kim shook her head, but didn't respond, eyes transfixed on the movements before her.
"Not really. Yokas complained of a headache, and said she scraped her arm on the pole when it came through the window, but I couldn't see it from outside the car. Bosco has a concussion. Wouldn't surprise me if he has some bruising. The car slammed up on his side of the squad," Bobby clarified, shrugging.
Jimmy gave a shout, waving them over, just as the sound of the saw cutting through the pole filled the area. The clear ring of the metal could be heard for a moment, before there was a clatter, and the firemen soon moved about trying to pull it free with caution.
Kim, Bobby, Carlos and Doc jogged over in the pouring rain, everything seeming to slow for a few moments as the heavens fell in a soaking shower, and the crowd stood looking on curiously. They were soon beside the car again, one set of partners going one side, the other to the opposite.
Kim had run straight to Bosco, since he had been the patient she had diagnosed, and Bobby had followed right behind her. He was soon off again like a shot, intending to retrieve the backboard with swift efficiency.
Doc and Carlos arrived at Yokas' side just as the pole was pulled completely free, and the woman slumped forward slightly. They caught her, and Carlos was ordered to try and open the car door. He soon began tugging on it carefully, wrenching it open after some effort.
Carlos ran off through the puddles and rain to fetch their backboard, just in case she had hit her head, and there was no visible sign. Just a precaution... Doc always did this in a car crash scenario.
Bobby was back at once, laying the backboard down on the floor, handing Kim a collar, which she soon went about fixing around Bosco's neck, pulling him back and away from the steering wheel slowly and carefully.
Doc and Carlos had already gotten Yokas out of the car without the other paramedics even realising, and they were soon moving her off towards their bus, covering her with a blanket.
Bobby reached in, and helped Kim to lift Bosco out of the car with a little difficulty, considering the hood of the other car was pressed right up against the squad. They were forced to bring him out of the window as carefully as was possible, and the two laid him on the backboard, fixing him to it, and carrying it off to their own rig,
One right behind the other, the buses made their way to Angel of Mercy.
* * *
Sarah Morales waited under the sheltered entrance of Mercy hospital for the two ambulances to arrive. She had received their call about two minutes ago, and they were due to arrive any moment now.
As if on some silent cue, two sets of lights appeared at the end of the road, the flashing reflecting off various surfaces, cutting through the downpour.
Sarah turned her head to Dana Murphy, who waited patiently to lend a hand. The two locked gazes for a moment, before the first ambulance steered in front of the doors, leaving room for the second right behind it. Doc and Carlos jumped out, the latter slamming the driving door behind him, and coming round to help Doc unload their patient.
It was Officer Yokas, unconscious, but seemingly unharmed.
"Bosco's in the other rig," Doc told Sarah, and she nodded, understanding by his words that the man needed more attention. Sarah sent Dana off with Doc and Carlos, along with another ER doctor who would assess the woman's injuries.
Kim and Bobby were next to arrive, the man having drove. He helped Kim unload the gurney, wheeling it quickly under the covered entrance and into the hospital, Sarah moving alongside it.
Just as Doc had informed her, it was Officer Boscorelli, and he had seemingly -from the blood on his face- hit his head on something. There were no other visible injuries, but Sarah would have to wait until they got into the ER to know that for sure.
Kim called the stats to her, and she subconsciously registered them as they moved, soon pushing their way through to the ER.
They moved Bosco over to the table, and wheeled the gurney out of the way.
"He was driving the car," Kim informed Sarah quickly as they moved their gurney aside. "He might have some bruising down his left side, but we were unable to check on the scene."
"Right," Sarah acknowledged, and motioned for a nurse to check.
The room was mostly quiet for a moment whilst the nurse checked carefully, before she looked up with a nod. "It's not too bad, but he's gonna be sore for a while."
"Come on, Kim," Bobby mumbled to his partner.
Sarah nodded to Kim as the woman threw her a questioning look, one that was asking the doctor if she needed any help. After that brief moment, the two paramedics moved outside, and to the lounge.
Sarah went back to her work without a second thought.
* * *
Doc yawned, and sipped his coffee, waiting to hear the progress of the two officers they had retrieved from the crash site not long ago, just as Sarah Morales walked into the lounge, a slight smile touching her lips.
"They're both fine. Yokas has a wound on her left arm where the pole hit when it came through the window, but nothing else. From what I can tell she didn't even hit her head." She paused, cocking her head as if in recollection of what she was going to say, before she continued, "Bosco has a minor concussion, nothing to worry about. It looks like he was pushed forward out of the way of the pole as it came through the car. He has some bruising up his left side where the other car impacted, but nothing too serious."
Sully and Davis had arrived not long after the paramedics, and the older of the two stood from his chair, asking, "Will this put them out of action?"
"I shouldn't think so. They just need to rest for the night, and if the Captain agrees, they should be back at work within the next couple of days... maybe even tomorrow. Their injuries aren't severe enough to keep them out of work if they don't want to be. Bosco might be a little uncomfortable for a while, but he should be fine if he doesn't start chasing people all over Manhattan."
"Fat chance of that," Sully quipped, and smiled. "Thanks, Doctor."
Morales nodded, smiled at Doc, and left.
Doc turned to his partner, who had been snacking on an energy bar of some kind, and nodded his head towards the door, saying, "We should get back out there. I don't think we can be of any more help here."
"Sure," Carlos agreed, tossing the wrapper from his snack into the trash, and standing, downing the rest of his coffee, following Doc out of the room.
Doc waved his goodbyes to the cops, and Kim and Bobby, and made his way to the exit, his partner in tow. The young paramedic had been quite tolerable today, not even making a move to question any of Doc's suggestions or orders. It was throwing him off a little, but it was nice to be able to work alongside the trainee without arguments for once. In fact, ever since the murders of the police had started, Carlos had been agreeable with Doc pretty much all the time, as though he were afraid to question the man.
Doc didn't mind. If there was something on his mind that mattered, he would say it, Doc didn't doubt that for a minute.
Doc climbed back into the bus, and started up the engine.
* * *
The two men ducked instinctively below the object that was thrown at them with great force, hearing it smash against the wall behind them, shards of it flying in all directions. They looked back up, and swallowed, one of them bleeding from a wound on his head where he hadn't braced himself against the impact in the car.
Idiot, she thought, what did he expect would happen? Was he waiting for a damn airbag?
She glared at them, her eyes daggers, and the two shrank from her gaze visibly.
"What happened?" she demanded, brushing her curled hair from her face, and turning to stare out of the window, watching the rain slide down it, smearing the image of New York outside.
When neither or the two spoke, she spun back on them and shouted, "They're supposed to be dead, not recovering in the hospital!"
"We thought they were dead," one of them said, the one with the blood on his face.
The other stood silently by his accomplice's side, wringing his hands nervously.
"Did you check?"
Neither made a sound.
"I didn't think so," she growled, her eyes fixed angrily on them. "I thought I could trust the both of you with a simple task. Apparently not."
She picked up another object, watching as the two turned they eyes downward. One made a move to speak, make an excuse perhaps. She wasn't in the mood.
She pulled the trigger nonchalantly, watching as the bloodied man fell back against the wall behind him, and slumped to the floor, dead. The other jumped frantically, shocked, eyes darting to her in question.
"If it happens again..." she paused, watching the man squirm in discomfort, "you're next."
He nodded vehemently in agreement, and scurried out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
She put the gun down on the dresser amidst the framed photographs, and picked up the closest image, admiring it lovingly, wiping the dust from the glass, and smiling sorrowfully at the captured happiness she found there.
She stood in the middle of the group, her three sons around her, all three grinning like children on Christmas day. They had their arms around her affectionately, the oldest kissing her on the head. She had her head leaned on the shoulder of her youngest son.
The sound of three loud explosions filled the back of her mind, taking over her thoughts and pushing all images of happiness down, replacing them with the sight of the bloodied corpses of her three murdered sons. They had been shot, all three of them. All on the same day. She hadn't even been able to say goodbye. That chance had been ripped away from her.
She had made it her duty to memorise the faces of her son's killers, and their accomplices. Now she was dedicating herself to avenging her children. They hadn't deserved to die... not like that.
She had successfully destroyed the four accomplices. Now all that remained was the task of making sure the two murderers never hurt anyone again.
She wouldn't let them get away with what they had done.