Didnt want to leave you naging like that. So here's the next chapter, and I was thinking about changing this stuff up, but I figured that what I wrote is what I wrote and if you like it, you like it; if you don't, you don't. So review for me you guys, good or bad is welcome.
It was Chris. It could only be Chris. Everone else was up and shooting. I pulled our hostages up to their feet roughly, and we peeled out of there. Deke carrying Chris in his arms, Boxer and Jesse taking the back, shooting out anyone who moved. I went up the hatch, Chris was passed into my arms, and everyone else came up. I looked at her, and saw that she had been hit badly, very badly.
Her vest had been shot to bits. It's bullet-ridden plates were cracked, and the bullets had found their way through. She had taken two to the body, and another to her left shin and right upper arm. Blood was all over the place. It had already covered my shirt. I was so scared. She couldn't die, I loved her too much. The chopper came down to the rooftop, and we all scrambled inside.
Chris was placed safely in the middle of the floor and I pulled the useless vest off of her, and ripped the blue police shirt off exposing her white tank, now stained red. It was gruesome. I took the police shirt and pressed in against the gaping hole on the her left side, about half way down. It was pouring blood. I looked up to her face, and saw her eyes were open.
"Chris, stay with me," I said. " Keep your eyes open. Look at me girl, don't you dare let your eyes close." She nodded shortly, and her eyes winced, and then drooped, but didn't close.
"That's the way Sanchez, just keep looking at me, here, take my hand," I said as I awkwardly slipped my hand into hers. There was so much blood, and I was afraid she wouldn't even make it to the ambulance. I maintained as much pressure as possible, but I felt ribs moving in ways they shouldn't have, so I had to be very careful of hurting her in more ways than she already was hurt.
"Think about your baby Chris, think about Eliza," Deke said as he patted her pale face. She was shaking terribly, and loosing blood fast. I just sat there, holding her hand and pressing against the flood of blood. Jesse was doing the same at the other shot about four inches below her right shoulder. Deke was up at her face, comforting her as much as he could. Boxer was by Chris's left leg, tying his belt around it to slow the blood flow. I could tell that she was beyond hurting. I had never seen so much blood since Brian's head got taken off by the train.
"Hold on Chris," I whispered. Her hand squeezed mine weakly. The chopper touched us down to the ground, and we waited for a stretcher or something to come to the helicoptor. It didn't. Deke's radio call must not have been heard or something. I looked down at his waist realizing that his radio had been blown to peices.
"Deke, they don't know about her," I whispered hoarsly as I pointed down at his waist. He looked down and became angry when he saw the the radio.
"They never fucking heard. Damn it!" He hissed angrily. Jesse picked up his radio.
"This is seventy-five David we have an officer down. I repeat officer down. Requesting an RA unit at the Helicoptor." He calmly stated into the radio.
Deke looked down at Chris who's eyelids were sinking down. He held her head in his hands and whispered.
"You gotta hold on baby girl, fight it. Stay with me, Chris. Think about Eliza, see her face in your head. Help will be here soon."
In about the longest minute of my life, the paramedics got there. One pulled the backboard out and under her. They both had grim, ashy faces. It was bad, but she wouldn't let go of my hand. I was running along side the stretcher when they were sprinting her towards the ambulance.
They worked furiously on her. Trying to stem bleeding and control the possible damage occuring with each of her breaths. They gave her oxygen. The whole while, her hand stayed in mine. Then, it went limp. Angry beeps came from the monitors on her. I got pushed aside, and her hand pulled away. She stopped breathing.
"How much longer till we get there?" One paramedic screamed to the driver while the other started breathing into Chris's mouth. They were trying to get her started again.
"Four minutes, give or take." The driver said back.
The calmer steady beeping started up again. The medic who was doing CPR was replaced by a breathing tube and constant oxygen. We came to a controlled yet abprupt stop at the emergency room. They pushed her out of my reach so fast I couldn't even take a last look at her. It was just , BAM! they're gone. I didn't know what to do now. I fell back against the wall, and slid down it, before sitting down on the floor. I pulled my head into my hands. I was gonna be sick. I had Chris's blood all over me. Tears slid down my face. I needed her to be ok. She didn't know how I felt about her. I needed to be able to tell her that I loved her. I needed to hold her.
Angry sobs wracked my body. It wasn't fair. I shouldn't have taken the vest from her. I should have pressed her harder to take it back. It was all my fault. The tears grew slower, and I wiped my face.
"You done?" A deep voice asked from above. I looked up and saw Hondo offering his hand to me. I took it and pulled myself up.
"Do you know anything yet?" He asked. I shook my head. He led the way to the waiting room, and into a corner where the team was waiting. At the sound of our footsteps, Jesse instantly looked up.
"They tell you anything?" He asked, his face stricken with worry. I shook my head and wiped at my eyes. Tears were threatening to fall again. I turned away from them. Deke stood up and wrapped his arms around me in a brotherly hug. I almost broke down again. Hondo placed his hand on my shoulder, and he just nodded. Jesse spoke up first.
"It was my fault, I should have covered her better." He cried. I couldn't believe what he had said until I heard Deke.
"You didn't do nothing Jess, I was right there. If I had watched better, I would have seen the guy aiming for her before he emptied a clip in her vest." He said between sobs. Boxer shook his head and stared off into space.
"No you guys, it wasn't either of your faults. I was the one who pushed her out of position. She would have been fine where she was." He said with a dazed tone in his voice.
"I don't believe you guys, none of you did anything wrong," I said " If anyone is to blame, It's me. I took her vest. I took the ballistics vest, and left her with a standard. I should have let her keep it. I can't think of anybody but myself. What am I gonna tell Eliza?" I sobbed. Chris might not come home and the guys were blaming themselves when I knew it was my fault.
"You all gotta stop blaming yourselves," Hondo said softly, something I had never heard him do before. "Sanchez is a fighter, she'll pull through. And she definantly wouldn't want you all out here crying over who's fault it was."
Boxer, Deke, and Jesse nodded solemnly. I did the same. What had gone happened today? Was it just bad luck, or did one of us do something wrong? My head screamed questions that had no answers. A dull ache slowly fazed into my brain. I had to get Eliza. She needed to be here for her mama. I stood up a quickly, and Hondo looked up at me.
"I'll be back," I muttered as I stormed out the automatic doors.