The rest was slow motion. An unrealistic blur. Kaitlyn could slowly see the blurred figure of Jordan double over as a bullet collided with her torso. The other was a stray. Kaitlyn watched as the man with the gun took off, his heavy feet padding on the carpet. When she looked back down, Jordan was on her knees, hands clentched over a spot on her stomach. When she pulled her hands away, they were caked in blood.
Ten kilometers away, Woody looked up from the body he was examining. The strangest shiver had just ran down his spine.
Kaitlyn found herself on her knees, trying to comfort Jordan who was now lying on her back, blood still pouring from the hole in her stomach.
"Jordan you're gonna be fine. I promise." Kaitlyn tried to reassure her. She pulled her cellphone from her pocket and whipped it open, dialing 911 as fast as she could.
"911 Emergency please state the nature of your emergency." it struck Kaitlyn as odd about how this lady could sound so calm when, only a few blocks away, her friend lay dying.
"There's been a shooting. A medical examiner was shot while picking up a body. I need an ambulance." her voice came out smooth and collected, completly opposite of how she was feeling.
"Do you know the address of the place your at?" she asked her.
"Umm..." Kaitlyn quickly thought back to the house as she was walking in. "1547 Penny Brook Lane." she told her.
"Ok. We're sending an ambulance right now. Would you like me to stay on the phone with you until they get there?" she asked Kaitlyn, sensing the agony in her voice.
"No. I'll be fine. But thank you." and then she hung up, giving her full attetion to Jordan.
For the first time, she felt hot tears trickleing down her smooth cheeks. Kaitlyn gulped, feeling the familiar sensation of prickeling in her throat. "You can't die now Jordan you cant! Not before Woody stops being an idiot and tells you how he feels!" she pleaded.
"How he feels?" Jordan gasped.
"It doesnt matter. Because he'll be able to tell you himself as soon as your better." she said, trying to convince herself just as much as Jordan. Woody. The thought hit her like a ton of bricks. She pulled out her cellphpne again and flipped it open, dialing Woody's number.
"Hoyt." he answered.
"Woody it's me." the fear was apparent in her voice.
"Kaitlyn you sound upset but I cant help you right now. I'm on my way to a call. I have an ME shot down in cold blood on Penny Brook Lane. Im kind of preoccupied."
Kaitlyn took a deep breath, her fear quite noticable to Woody now.
"Kaitlyn, what is it?" he asked, concern laced into his voice.
"Woody that's where we are. Me and Jordan. Jordan was the one who got shot." Her tears were uncontrollable, a steady stream rather like a river flowing down her face. Woody nearly dropped his cellphone. Silence fell on either side of the phone. "Is she ok? Are you ok?" he eventually asked, his voice barly audiable.
" Im fine but Jordans not doing so good. She's out cold. I have her coat pressed against the wound." Kaitlyn could barly talk, her breath was catching in her chest and she was having trouble breathing.
"I'm coming Kaity, im coming." And he shut his cellphone, putting all his effort into getting to the scene and making sure Jordan and Kaitlyn were ok. Not a miute later, though it seemed like hours for Kaitlyn, he pulled up to the house and barged in. "Kaitlyn!" he yelled, trying to find where they were. In the near distance, Woody could hear sirens blaring.
"Woody we're up here!" Kaitlyn called, not leaving her spot next to Jordan. Woody ran up the stairs two at a time and crashed into the room. What he saw nearly made his heart stop. Jordan was lying on the ground, so helpless, Kaitlyn crouched above her, pressing a blood soaked coat onto the wound. Woodys gun fell to his side as he ran over to the two of them.
"Kaitlyn go meet the paramedics." It wasnt a question, it was a comand. She got up and ran down the stairs, meeting the paramedics and cops at the foot of the outdoor steps. Woody took advantage of being alone with Jordan. "No Jordan! No! It wasnt supposed to be this way! This wasnt the way it was supposed to turn out! You cant die on me! Not now! Please! I love you Jordan. I love you!" and for the first time in a long while, Woody felt hot tears coursing down his cheeks for the one he loved, willing her not to leave him. He ran his fingers through her hair, the backside of his hand down her cheek, taking in every inch of her. She couldnt give up now, she just couldnt. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder and he moved aside for the paramedics, letting them do their job. Woody took two steps back and ran into Kaitlyn who was hugging herself for support. Woody wrapped his arms around her from behind. It was then that he noticed, for the first time since his arrival to the house, that Kaitlyn had a wound of her own. The second bullet was not a stray as Kaitlyn had though, but had embedded itself in the biscep of her arm, blood slowly pouring out. "Kaitlyn you were shot!" he proclaimed. She looked down.
"Wow. I guess I was." she said, completly in awe that it was there.
"You didnt realise?" he asked her, shocked.
"I was kind of lost with helping Jordan. I had no idea." she said. Woody called a paramedic over to them and pointed out Kaitlyns wound. The paramedic led her down the stairs and into the ambulance that Jordan wasnt in. Woody walked over to the chair that Kaitlyn was being treated in.
"You dont mind if I go with Jordan do you?" he asked her.
"I cant believe you would even come over here and ask! GO!" she yelled at him. Woody took off and hopped into the ambulance carrying Jordan, just as the doors were about to close. And for Woody, the rest was a blur.
She had been in surgery for four hours. Garret, Lily, Bug, Nigel, Woody and Kaitlyn were all sitting in the waiting room, waiting to here how Jordan was doing. Finally, her doctor walked over to them. Everybody juped up in anticipation. They all looked into his face which was etched with concern and watched as he wiped away a single, sad tear.