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Thanks so much for the reviews! I went to look at them the other day and was shocked that so many people liked this story! I'm working on another story I think you might like. Almost thirty pages typed so far!
I had to re-post this chapter but nothing was changed. Just a few grammatical errors!
Mistaken Identity
Chapter 4
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Sully laid his head against the bRich wall of the ambulance bay with his eyes closed. It was nearly nine o'clock at night and he had spent most of the day in a crowded waiting room full of fellow cops. Ty's mother had taken it slightly better than expected. Bosco had picked her up that afternoon and mentioned she cried on the way over but stopped once they arrived at the hospital. When Sully met her in the 'quiet room' she gave him a thankful hug and nearly cried again when she was told Ty's roommate was missing also.
It had been hours since Ty was taken into surgery and he still didn't know how his partner was doing. Sully had had enough of everyone's stares and reassuring comments and had to leave for a breather. Maggie understood and told him she'd find him if anything happened.
He let his mind wander and thought about Carlos who wasn't okay. He was missing and who knows what trouble he was in. Sully was almost one hundred percent sure that the kidnapping of Carlos had to be deliberate. Why else would they take him and leave the Ty? Carlos could be in the same condition as Davis or worse and no one was there to help him. He knew he had do it before the detectives got to him first. They would do it in the most abrasive and unattached way so they could quickly get as many facts as they could out of him. He knew he would be the one to explain that to Ty but he was not looking forward to the task. 'It's for Carlos,' He thought 'It's for the greater good.' "But what would someone want with Carlos?"
"What?"
Sully turned his head to see Doc coming from the bay doors and wearing the same expression he was: unease. "Just trying to figure out what the hell's going on." Sully muttered.
"I tried," Doc said standing next to Sully. "But this makes no sense. I spoke to Swersky a few minutes ago. He said they might be able to narrow it down once they get some kind of description to go on but that's impossible now. No one saw anything. In the building and-"
Sully felt his heart drop at Doc's words. "What d'ya mean 'impossible' Doc? Ty's okay right?!"
"What?" Doc said now looking at the police officer standing over him. "I didn't mean-yes he's still okay. I just meant that he's not awake."
Sully sighed heavily with relief and ran a hand through his hair. "Oh. I just thought that you meant…"
"No, he's still in surgery he should be fine." Even Doc wasn't so sure about that. He didn't and wouldn't tell Sully that Davis crashed on the way over due to his liver lacerations bleeding. Doc stuffed his hands in his pockets. "We found him on time." He didn't mean for the comment to come out the way it did but it was how he felt.
"I'm sorry Doc. I'm sure they'll find Carlos. Whoever took him had to leave something behind." Sully looked at the ambulance pulling in as he waited for Doc to answer but none came. After while he spoke again. "It's still snowing."
"Yeah. We're supposed to get at least half a foot by midnight." Doc said absently. It was currently snowing lightly not hampering the driving of anyone on the street just yet. The main problem would come soon when the ice refroze on the streets blending in to the dark surfaces of the road causing cars to skid out of control. Fender benders and minor accidents would keep paramedics and police officers busy all night.
"There wasn't any blood."
"Huh?" Doc said.
"When we found him, there wasn't any blood on him anywhere, If he was hurt so bad, why wasn't there any blood?" Sully said thinking about Davis.
"He's fortunate whoever it was didn't use anything sharp on him." Doc said carefully. "He could have been seriously worse off."
"Yeah." Sully said looking at the sidewalk in front of him. Doc was right though, if the attacker had used something sharp Ty could have bled to death before they found him. Sully pinched the bridge of his nose trying to stop the feeling of angst in the pit of his stomach thinking of all the suffering Ty had endured last night.
"Nothing out the ordinary happened on any of your runs?" Sully said gruffly changing the topic.
Doc let out a brief chuckle. "This is New York City Sully. Of course odd things happened."
Sully laughed for a moment easing some of the tension. "Yeah but seriously? Any threats?"
"No, I would have remembered that. Why?"
"He might have been at one of our runs in the past few weeks. Maybe Carlos or Ty made one of them angry."
'That could be a lot of people.' Doc thought. "How do you know it's a 'he'?" Doc questioned. Did they already have a suspect he didn't know about?
"Well it had to be a he Doc. 'He' overpowered to grown men. 'He' nearly killed one. 'He' kidnapped the other." Sully snapped.
"Sorry." Doc mumbled and tilted his head back against the wall and let the snow flakes land on his face. Sully had a right to be frustrated so Doc didn't snap back at him because it wouldn't help anything or anyone. The snow seemed to make the hectic building that was the hospital a strangely serene look. Many people inside were sick, hurt, or possibly dying but you couldn't notice by looking at the hospital. He didn't stand there long before Sully mumbled an apology and joined him leaning against the side of the hospital. The two remained that way trying to unwind until a voice shouting caught there attention.
"Sully!"
Doc saw Faith jogging up to them. "Ms. Davis wants you upstairs. He just got out of surgery."
Sully tensely nodded and looked at Doc. "You coming?"
"Yeah, in a little while." Doc said. "I want to see if the police have any leads at the apartment."
"Alright." Sully said and hurried to follow Faith inside.
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Carlos inspected the wound on Rich's right bicep with shaking hands. It was bleeding slowly oozing out of the nickel sized hole. 'Good going Davis.' He thought. He wasn't sure how Ty managed to get a good shot off at him while fighting with Rich but he was thankful he did. Davis had saved his life when he had stopped fighting but Carlos wasn't sure if it had cost Davis his own. He shook his head and continued to look over his kidnapper's injury. Rich's gunshot was through and through which was a good thing but Carlos had no intentions of telling him the good news. He could use this as some type of leverage, he was sure of it. He just had to figure out how first. He looked longingly behind Rich at the kitchen door leading outside to freedom. He clearly pictured himself running out of that door screaming at the top of his lungs but switched his thoughts back to Rich's gunshot feeling a gun steadily digging deeper in his back.
"Well how bad is it?" Lou asked with concern showing in his voice for his brother.
"Um….it looks like the bullet went through his arm leaving lead inside him. It could travel through the bloodstream…giving you lead poisoning." Carlos lied and looked up at Rich. "You need to go to the hospital to get this checked out before it gets worse." 'Please go.' Carlos hoped.
"I don't think so Mr. Nieto." Rich said.
"If you don't this could get infected and you'll need an amputation to make it better." Carlos exaggerated. It would take weeks for that to happen but they didn't know that. He saw a small sliver of concern in Rich's eyes debating if he wanted to learn how to write with his left hand.
"No. No you'll fix it for me right now."
"I can't 'fix' it alright? I can only patch this up for a little while. It's still going to bleed." Carlos said feeling his anger rise. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm down before he got himself into more trouble.
Rich glared at him for what seemed like an eternity before finally nodding. "What do you need?"
Carlos listed all the items he'd need to keep this man alive for the next few days. He was hoping that one of them would leave to the store but was surprised when Lou returned with most of everything he needed. "Here. Get to it medic."
To Carlos' dismay, Lou didn't leave the room but only stepped back when he started to open the bottle of rubbing alcohol. He kept a careful eye on Carlos to make sure he didn't hurt his brother in anyway. Carlos was thinking exactly along those lines but he wouldn't do anything just yet unless he wanted to be shot. He had to wait until they were less suspicious. Rich might stop bleeding for now but he couldn't 'guarantee' it would last.
"Hey! Are you listening to me?" Lou said.
"Huh?" Carlos said.
"How long?"
Carlos felt the gun jab painfully against his back. Ty's gun. "How long what?"
"How long have you been a paramedic?" Lou shouted slowly.
"About five years!" He said loudly.
"So you're experienced?"
"Yeah."
"So if anything happens. I know it's your fault." Lou said ominously.
Carlos paused before shaking his head. "No. Any number of complications can happen without proper medical attention."
"We'll see about that." Lou growled.
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End of chapter four. Tell me what you think! New chapter next week!
(A/N) I upload these chapters in .txt and the spacing is completely messed up. If anybody knows how to upload them in a better format could you email me or include the info in a review? Thanks!
Thanks so much for the reviews! I went to look at them the other day and was shocked that so many people liked this story! I'm working on another story I think you might like. Almost thirty pages typed so far!
I had to re-post this chapter but nothing was changed. Just a few grammatical errors!
Mistaken Identity
Chapter 4
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Sully laid his head against the bRich wall of the ambulance bay with his eyes closed. It was nearly nine o'clock at night and he had spent most of the day in a crowded waiting room full of fellow cops. Ty's mother had taken it slightly better than expected. Bosco had picked her up that afternoon and mentioned she cried on the way over but stopped once they arrived at the hospital. When Sully met her in the 'quiet room' she gave him a thankful hug and nearly cried again when she was told Ty's roommate was missing also.
It had been hours since Ty was taken into surgery and he still didn't know how his partner was doing. Sully had had enough of everyone's stares and reassuring comments and had to leave for a breather. Maggie understood and told him she'd find him if anything happened.
He let his mind wander and thought about Carlos who wasn't okay. He was missing and who knows what trouble he was in. Sully was almost one hundred percent sure that the kidnapping of Carlos had to be deliberate. Why else would they take him and leave the Ty? Carlos could be in the same condition as Davis or worse and no one was there to help him. He knew he had do it before the detectives got to him first. They would do it in the most abrasive and unattached way so they could quickly get as many facts as they could out of him. He knew he would be the one to explain that to Ty but he was not looking forward to the task. 'It's for Carlos,' He thought 'It's for the greater good.' "But what would someone want with Carlos?"
"What?"
Sully turned his head to see Doc coming from the bay doors and wearing the same expression he was: unease. "Just trying to figure out what the hell's going on." Sully muttered.
"I tried," Doc said standing next to Sully. "But this makes no sense. I spoke to Swersky a few minutes ago. He said they might be able to narrow it down once they get some kind of description to go on but that's impossible now. No one saw anything. In the building and-"
Sully felt his heart drop at Doc's words. "What d'ya mean 'impossible' Doc? Ty's okay right?!"
"What?" Doc said now looking at the police officer standing over him. "I didn't mean-yes he's still okay. I just meant that he's not awake."
Sully sighed heavily with relief and ran a hand through his hair. "Oh. I just thought that you meant…"
"No, he's still in surgery he should be fine." Even Doc wasn't so sure about that. He didn't and wouldn't tell Sully that Davis crashed on the way over due to his liver lacerations bleeding. Doc stuffed his hands in his pockets. "We found him on time." He didn't mean for the comment to come out the way it did but it was how he felt.
"I'm sorry Doc. I'm sure they'll find Carlos. Whoever took him had to leave something behind." Sully looked at the ambulance pulling in as he waited for Doc to answer but none came. After while he spoke again. "It's still snowing."
"Yeah. We're supposed to get at least half a foot by midnight." Doc said absently. It was currently snowing lightly not hampering the driving of anyone on the street just yet. The main problem would come soon when the ice refroze on the streets blending in to the dark surfaces of the road causing cars to skid out of control. Fender benders and minor accidents would keep paramedics and police officers busy all night.
"There wasn't any blood."
"Huh?" Doc said.
"When we found him, there wasn't any blood on him anywhere, If he was hurt so bad, why wasn't there any blood?" Sully said thinking about Davis.
"He's fortunate whoever it was didn't use anything sharp on him." Doc said carefully. "He could have been seriously worse off."
"Yeah." Sully said looking at the sidewalk in front of him. Doc was right though, if the attacker had used something sharp Ty could have bled to death before they found him. Sully pinched the bridge of his nose trying to stop the feeling of angst in the pit of his stomach thinking of all the suffering Ty had endured last night.
"Nothing out the ordinary happened on any of your runs?" Sully said gruffly changing the topic.
Doc let out a brief chuckle. "This is New York City Sully. Of course odd things happened."
Sully laughed for a moment easing some of the tension. "Yeah but seriously? Any threats?"
"No, I would have remembered that. Why?"
"He might have been at one of our runs in the past few weeks. Maybe Carlos or Ty made one of them angry."
'That could be a lot of people.' Doc thought. "How do you know it's a 'he'?" Doc questioned. Did they already have a suspect he didn't know about?
"Well it had to be a he Doc. 'He' overpowered to grown men. 'He' nearly killed one. 'He' kidnapped the other." Sully snapped.
"Sorry." Doc mumbled and tilted his head back against the wall and let the snow flakes land on his face. Sully had a right to be frustrated so Doc didn't snap back at him because it wouldn't help anything or anyone. The snow seemed to make the hectic building that was the hospital a strangely serene look. Many people inside were sick, hurt, or possibly dying but you couldn't notice by looking at the hospital. He didn't stand there long before Sully mumbled an apology and joined him leaning against the side of the hospital. The two remained that way trying to unwind until a voice shouting caught there attention.
"Sully!"
Doc saw Faith jogging up to them. "Ms. Davis wants you upstairs. He just got out of surgery."
Sully tensely nodded and looked at Doc. "You coming?"
"Yeah, in a little while." Doc said. "I want to see if the police have any leads at the apartment."
"Alright." Sully said and hurried to follow Faith inside.
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Carlos inspected the wound on Rich's right bicep with shaking hands. It was bleeding slowly oozing out of the nickel sized hole. 'Good going Davis.' He thought. He wasn't sure how Ty managed to get a good shot off at him while fighting with Rich but he was thankful he did. Davis had saved his life when he had stopped fighting but Carlos wasn't sure if it had cost Davis his own. He shook his head and continued to look over his kidnapper's injury. Rich's gunshot was through and through which was a good thing but Carlos had no intentions of telling him the good news. He could use this as some type of leverage, he was sure of it. He just had to figure out how first. He looked longingly behind Rich at the kitchen door leading outside to freedom. He clearly pictured himself running out of that door screaming at the top of his lungs but switched his thoughts back to Rich's gunshot feeling a gun steadily digging deeper in his back.
"Well how bad is it?" Lou asked with concern showing in his voice for his brother.
"Um….it looks like the bullet went through his arm leaving lead inside him. It could travel through the bloodstream…giving you lead poisoning." Carlos lied and looked up at Rich. "You need to go to the hospital to get this checked out before it gets worse." 'Please go.' Carlos hoped.
"I don't think so Mr. Nieto." Rich said.
"If you don't this could get infected and you'll need an amputation to make it better." Carlos exaggerated. It would take weeks for that to happen but they didn't know that. He saw a small sliver of concern in Rich's eyes debating if he wanted to learn how to write with his left hand.
"No. No you'll fix it for me right now."
"I can't 'fix' it alright? I can only patch this up for a little while. It's still going to bleed." Carlos said feeling his anger rise. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm down before he got himself into more trouble.
Rich glared at him for what seemed like an eternity before finally nodding. "What do you need?"
Carlos listed all the items he'd need to keep this man alive for the next few days. He was hoping that one of them would leave to the store but was surprised when Lou returned with most of everything he needed. "Here. Get to it medic."
To Carlos' dismay, Lou didn't leave the room but only stepped back when he started to open the bottle of rubbing alcohol. He kept a careful eye on Carlos to make sure he didn't hurt his brother in anyway. Carlos was thinking exactly along those lines but he wouldn't do anything just yet unless he wanted to be shot. He had to wait until they were less suspicious. Rich might stop bleeding for now but he couldn't 'guarantee' it would last.
"Hey! Are you listening to me?" Lou said.
"Huh?" Carlos said.
"How long?"
Carlos felt the gun jab painfully against his back. Ty's gun. "How long what?"
"How long have you been a paramedic?" Lou shouted slowly.
"About five years!" He said loudly.
"So you're experienced?"
"Yeah."
"So if anything happens. I know it's your fault." Lou said ominously.
Carlos paused before shaking his head. "No. Any number of complications can happen without proper medical attention."
"We'll see about that." Lou growled.
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End of chapter four. Tell me what you think! New chapter next week!
(A/N) I upload these chapters in .txt and the spacing is completely messed up. If anybody knows how to upload them in a better format could you email me or include the info in a review? Thanks!
