Chapter 18:
Back down the floor in the room where Judith Mandell had finally taken her last step of revenge, the medics were still fighting for Bosco to stay alive. One of them had taken over the seargants position in pressing something on the severly bleeding gunshot wound, to stop the bloodloss, while the other was checking pulse and respiration. To his eyes it didn't look so good. The wounded man was heavily losing blood – to an amount that clearly endangered his life, and his vitals seemed to prove that. His pulse had gotten weaker and weaker since they arrived here, although they were desperately trying to stop the bleeding and were giving him air. But it wouldn't help.
"Pulse at 120 . BP is 90 over 60 and rapidly falling, still no respiration. Let's get another IV-line going and get me a tube. He doesn't get enough air." The other medic nodded and reached a tube to his co-worker, while he took one of the needles and a catheter which he stuck into a vein in his patient's left arm and hang on a bag of saline to adjust the blood loss. His partner seemed to have more difficulties. He couldn't get the tube inside. "I don't see anything, there is blood everywhere..." He stated in a slightly desperate voice. His co-worker stepped closer to him and tried to help him getting the tube to it's place, but it wouldn't work. He checked the vitals once again. "Pulse is at , we're losing him. You need to get the damn tube inside, he needs air!" The medic hesitated for another moment and then he had made his decision. "Get me a scalpel. I'm gonna make a tracheotomy. We have no other option left."
He received the knife and cut a small opening to his patient's throat and finally managed to put in the tube and give him air. Looking at the heart monitor, they could see his pulse and BP stabilize, although both were still pretty weak. They hadn't achieved a betterment by now, he was still in critical condition. The blood loss was life threatening – he needed the help of a surgeon as quickly as possible. "He's stable, let's get him out of here! We don't have much time..." They loaded their patient on the stretcher and left the room to get to the ambulance.
Faith – still being hold by Sully and still sobbing – forcefully tried to escape from his co-worker's grip when she saw the medic's rushing to the front doors of vice- squad with Bosco on a stretcher. She shivered as she caught his sight. He was so quiet, so pale – so unlike he would normally be. She could hardly bear his unmoving, injured, vulnerable form lying on that stretcher.
She managed to escape out of Sully's arms and rushed after the medics to get at least some information about her partner's condition. She knew they probably didn't have much time and the longer she would hold them back here in explaining her about his physical state, the more his life would be in danger. But she needed to know, she needed certainty. She stepped behind the medic and took a deep breath before she addressed him.
"How is he?"
The medic turned around and gave her a surprised look. When he saw her blood-soaked shirt and hands he seemed to remember her as the woman he had wanted to step aside as he arrived. The woman that had already tried to save this man's life when they had still been on their way.
"Not so good – he's severly injured and we need to get him to a hospital quickly. He needs surgery..."
"May I join you?"
The medic gave her a dismayed gaze and she hurried to go on explaining about her motivation.
"We're both working for NYPD – he's my partner."
The medic's face expression got softer and more relaxed, this obviously seemed reason enough to allow her to join them.
"Alright, get inside."
The medic entered the ambulance behind her, closing the back doors and already yelling to his co-worker to hurry.
Faith didn't dare to get any closer to her partner. She was just sitting there beside one of the two medics, who was constantly checking his vitals. She was afraid to hurt him, afraid to make the situation even worse. But whatever still possibly would happen until they arrived at the hospital – she needed to be by his side. She felt he needed someone who would take care of him and she was the next best person to do this. She took a concerned look at the heart monitor and just couldn't believe how slowly the beeping occurred. This definitely wasn't normal and it wasn't healthy. Without any medical background she knew her partner was in a bad shape and needed the professional help they would give him in hospital as soon as possible. She took a closer look at him, although she almost feared to do so, and caught sight of the tube entering his windpipe at the cut on his throat.
"What..."
She managed to choke and the paramedic followed her gaze.
"It's helping him breathe."
He explained and turned to Bosco again. When she saw the concern on his face, she felt fear well up inside of her.
"How long?"
She could hear him ask his partner who was driving.
"Two more minutes, I guess."
"Hurry!"
Faith knew this wasn't a good sign, the medic was concerned about Bosco's condition and that couldn't be a good sign. She just hoped and prayed for him to be okay, to make it – to stay alive until they arrived at the hospital. She didn't even dare to ask it and actually she didn't even want an answer, but she asked none the less.
"Will he make it?" The medic took a look at her, looked back to her partner and then gave her a look full of empathy.
"Honestly – I don't know. The wound is pretty severe, he's lost a lot of blood and his brain has been without oxygen for several minutes. He may have severe current damages due to the long lack of air. But we can't tell that by now – we have to wait until he wakes up..."
Faith wasn't able to react to that new information – she just heard it and couldn't believe it. Severe current brain damage? It couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! How did they end up in this situation? What had made the girl act like this? Why had she been so angry, so desperate? Why did she do this to her partner? Why hadn't she found out about Judy earlier? A million questions were swirling through her mind. There had been so many chances that it would have ended in a different way, but now she was sitting here, beside her wounded partner and there was no way to change anything any more. It was too late. They arrived at the hospital and the E.R medical staff was around them almost immediately. Somebody told her to step back and wait for news. They would send a doctor as soon as they would know about his condition and his chances of survival. And with the words of the nurse, they entered one of the trauma rooms and her partner was out of her sight...
Back down the floor in the room where Judith Mandell had finally taken her last step of revenge, the medics were still fighting for Bosco to stay alive. One of them had taken over the seargants position in pressing something on the severly bleeding gunshot wound, to stop the bloodloss, while the other was checking pulse and respiration. To his eyes it didn't look so good. The wounded man was heavily losing blood – to an amount that clearly endangered his life, and his vitals seemed to prove that. His pulse had gotten weaker and weaker since they arrived here, although they were desperately trying to stop the bleeding and were giving him air. But it wouldn't help.
"Pulse at 120 . BP is 90 over 60 and rapidly falling, still no respiration. Let's get another IV-line going and get me a tube. He doesn't get enough air." The other medic nodded and reached a tube to his co-worker, while he took one of the needles and a catheter which he stuck into a vein in his patient's left arm and hang on a bag of saline to adjust the blood loss. His partner seemed to have more difficulties. He couldn't get the tube inside. "I don't see anything, there is blood everywhere..." He stated in a slightly desperate voice. His co-worker stepped closer to him and tried to help him getting the tube to it's place, but it wouldn't work. He checked the vitals once again. "Pulse is at , we're losing him. You need to get the damn tube inside, he needs air!" The medic hesitated for another moment and then he had made his decision. "Get me a scalpel. I'm gonna make a tracheotomy. We have no other option left."
He received the knife and cut a small opening to his patient's throat and finally managed to put in the tube and give him air. Looking at the heart monitor, they could see his pulse and BP stabilize, although both were still pretty weak. They hadn't achieved a betterment by now, he was still in critical condition. The blood loss was life threatening – he needed the help of a surgeon as quickly as possible. "He's stable, let's get him out of here! We don't have much time..." They loaded their patient on the stretcher and left the room to get to the ambulance.
Faith – still being hold by Sully and still sobbing – forcefully tried to escape from his co-worker's grip when she saw the medic's rushing to the front doors of vice- squad with Bosco on a stretcher. She shivered as she caught his sight. He was so quiet, so pale – so unlike he would normally be. She could hardly bear his unmoving, injured, vulnerable form lying on that stretcher.
She managed to escape out of Sully's arms and rushed after the medics to get at least some information about her partner's condition. She knew they probably didn't have much time and the longer she would hold them back here in explaining her about his physical state, the more his life would be in danger. But she needed to know, she needed certainty. She stepped behind the medic and took a deep breath before she addressed him.
"How is he?"
The medic turned around and gave her a surprised look. When he saw her blood-soaked shirt and hands he seemed to remember her as the woman he had wanted to step aside as he arrived. The woman that had already tried to save this man's life when they had still been on their way.
"Not so good – he's severly injured and we need to get him to a hospital quickly. He needs surgery..."
"May I join you?"
The medic gave her a dismayed gaze and she hurried to go on explaining about her motivation.
"We're both working for NYPD – he's my partner."
The medic's face expression got softer and more relaxed, this obviously seemed reason enough to allow her to join them.
"Alright, get inside."
The medic entered the ambulance behind her, closing the back doors and already yelling to his co-worker to hurry.
Faith didn't dare to get any closer to her partner. She was just sitting there beside one of the two medics, who was constantly checking his vitals. She was afraid to hurt him, afraid to make the situation even worse. But whatever still possibly would happen until they arrived at the hospital – she needed to be by his side. She felt he needed someone who would take care of him and she was the next best person to do this. She took a concerned look at the heart monitor and just couldn't believe how slowly the beeping occurred. This definitely wasn't normal and it wasn't healthy. Without any medical background she knew her partner was in a bad shape and needed the professional help they would give him in hospital as soon as possible. She took a closer look at him, although she almost feared to do so, and caught sight of the tube entering his windpipe at the cut on his throat.
"What..."
She managed to choke and the paramedic followed her gaze.
"It's helping him breathe."
He explained and turned to Bosco again. When she saw the concern on his face, she felt fear well up inside of her.
"How long?"
She could hear him ask his partner who was driving.
"Two more minutes, I guess."
"Hurry!"
Faith knew this wasn't a good sign, the medic was concerned about Bosco's condition and that couldn't be a good sign. She just hoped and prayed for him to be okay, to make it – to stay alive until they arrived at the hospital. She didn't even dare to ask it and actually she didn't even want an answer, but she asked none the less.
"Will he make it?" The medic took a look at her, looked back to her partner and then gave her a look full of empathy.
"Honestly – I don't know. The wound is pretty severe, he's lost a lot of blood and his brain has been without oxygen for several minutes. He may have severe current damages due to the long lack of air. But we can't tell that by now – we have to wait until he wakes up..."
Faith wasn't able to react to that new information – she just heard it and couldn't believe it. Severe current brain damage? It couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! How did they end up in this situation? What had made the girl act like this? Why had she been so angry, so desperate? Why did she do this to her partner? Why hadn't she found out about Judy earlier? A million questions were swirling through her mind. There had been so many chances that it would have ended in a different way, but now she was sitting here, beside her wounded partner and there was no way to change anything any more. It was too late. They arrived at the hospital and the E.R medical staff was around them almost immediately. Somebody told her to step back and wait for news. They would send a doctor as soon as they would know about his condition and his chances of survival. And with the words of the nurse, they entered one of the trauma rooms and her partner was out of her sight...