Just a quick little two shot to close the loop on last night because we know Kim was taking care of Adam at home right?
His eyes flew open. The room was dark and he didn't remember it getting dark. He had no idea how long he had been asleep or what time it was. He blinked a couple of times trying to orientate himself. Flinging the sheet off he was surprised at how damp they felt.
Rolling over slowly to try and sit up, he needed the bathroom but he was stopped dead in his tracks when a bolt of pain rifled through him. It literally took his breath away. It spread across his chest, up his shoulder and neck and felt like he was being stabbed by a hundred knives.
He couldn't breathe, each breath he took intensified the pain, his chest throbbed, he felt hot. It started at his toes and worked its way up his body until he felt like he was on fire. Struggling to take a deep breath it hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before so he tried to take short breaths and they didn't hurt as much.
The shorter his breath became the more he struggled. He was hyperventilating and couldn't stop himself. He tried a deep breath again and nearly passed out from the pain.
He hadn't felt like this, the panic and hyperventilating since he was locked in a prison cell.
He couldn't breathe or move and he panicked, he actually thought he was going to die. He was going to die alone in his own bed.
Slowly he reached for his phone beside his bed. Each tiny movement exacerbated the pain, his head was starting to feel light and he struggled to even hold his phone in one hand. He fumbled to get it unlocked.
Hitting his speed dial he rested his hand with the phone on his bare thigh, which felt clammy. He couldn't even lift it to his ear and was hoping he could hear. Right now all he could hear was his own heartbeat thudding in his ears.
He was wearing just his boxers and a t-shirt and he had no idea how that happened. Then again he didn't remember even going to bed, the painkillers had done their job but they had obviously worn off now. Painkillers were a godsend, he wasn't a tough guy that would refuse to take them. The only thing he didn't want was people to fuss over him and worry. Others had more than enough on their plate.
Kim had insisted on bringing him home and she had gone and picked up the meds from the pharmacy. He was assuming she had helped him into bed and briefly he hoped that he'd at least tried to hit on her before he passed out but just couldn't remember.
Suddenly he felt cold and he shivered. He'd gone from hot to cold within minutes and his hands and feet felt heavy.
The phone kicked in and the ringing seemed loud but his mind was cloudy and he couldn't work it out
Suddenly his door flung open and the room was flooded with light. "Adam?"
"I can't breathe." His phone slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor.
Kim took three quick steps and rested her hand on his forehead, she was not really sure why. It was something her mother always did when she said she was sick so it was an innate response. "You're sweating."
"I can't breathe Kim, I can't breathe."
Grabbing his phone she called 911 in a panic as Adam clutched the side of the bed willing himself not to fall. He felt light headed, the room was spinning before his eyes and he tried to focus on Kim and what she was saying. His breathing was ragged and he felt like he was suffocating. His shirt felt tight around his neck.
"Yes, he was shot today, …it hit his vest, ….right chest and now he can't breathe, his sweating and shivering." She paused and listened. "How long?"
Once she hung up that call she started to scroll through the names to make another call but Adam stopped her. "Don't."
"Adam I need to call Voight."
"Don't. Don't call anyone. It's okay."
"It's not okay."
"Don't call." He was starting to get agitated and his pulse was racing while his breathing laboured even more and Kim assured him that she wouldn't call anyone. As soon as he was in the Ambulance though she was making a call.
Kim lifted his shirt to look at his bruise, it was almost twice the size now and when she lay her hand on it Adam gasped. It was hot to touch and her hand felt cold.
"It feels like it's got its own pulse." He gasped.
"Don't talk."
"Get it off." He urged her as he pulled at the neck of his t-shirt, it was choking him. Kim gently lifted it over his head and he cried out in pain as she lifted his arm. His eyes were wide with fear and anguish and she could see the panic in them and it took all her willpower to not show her own fear.
"Slow down Adam, slow down your breathing. Paramedics are on their way. Just breathe Adam."
"Kim…" His eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped forward, knocking Kim off balance and she stumbled but managed to stay upright as Adam collapsed against her.
"Adam, no, no, no. You are not doing this." Kim cried as the tears streamed down her face. "Adam….."