Just a little Fruity

These good fellows don't belong to me but I promise when I'd done to pick um up, dust um off and with a kiss on the cheek return them safely home.

"Collective fear stimulates herd instinct, and tends to produce ferocity towards those who are not regarded as members of the herd." Bertrand Russell.

Okay, you guys win. I usually don't post again this fast but this one was ready. So here ya go :)

Chapter 19

As the sound of gunfire came from the room the three came to a sliding stop as they watched the door swing open. Not knowing what would happen next Roy instinctively put his hand on Kanda's abdomen and pushed her behind him as he and Chet moved towards the door. But before they could get close two men in tight battle emerged from the room in a rush as they watched Mike push Michael out of the room and slam him hard against the wall with a grunted umph forced out of the man.

Roy saw the gun in Michaels hand as Mike put his arm against the brother's throat in an attempt to choke him out while the other hand tried to force the gun out of his hand. Michael responded by taking the gun and striking Mike across the side of the head. His hesitation as his vision blurred caused him to loosen his grip and Michael, rubbing his throat and coughing, slipped out from under his grasp.

Roy had two problems, who would go in the room to check on Johnny and who would help Mike. As he moved towards the two struggling men Michael broke free and both were disappearing fast as Mike was now in hot pursuit. As Roy and Chet reached Johnny's door he looked in with an almost sickening dread that he would find nothing but a bloodied body of his friend. Johnny was covered in blood but Roy wasn't sure how much was his as he was doing CPR on the officer. He seemed to be kneeling in a red pool.

"Get him!" Johnny shouted at Roy as he made eye contact with him in that brief hesitation between compressions.

Roy looked to Kanda, "Call a Code and find out where the police are!" The last words shouted as he ran down the hallway following Chet.

Kanda ran into the room and immediately pulled the emergency Code Blue cord. Seeing that Johnny was about to fall over with exhaustion from the effort. She took his hands off the man and helped him lean against the wall. Johnny was out of breath from the short burst of work. Looking down at the officer she traced the bullet wound to his chest. Feeling no pulse she felt he had probably died on impact as the bullet tore through his heart.

"He's gone Johnny," she said as she immediately moved to him. He was covered with blood and she needed to find out if he was injured. "Are you hurt?"

Johnny couldn't speak. He was in a state of shock. She took his arm and gently squeezed it, "Johnny, do you hear me?"

He looked up at her.

"Are you hurt?" Her heart was pounding. Why wouldn't he answer her? She looked up to see Brackett running in the door.

"What happened?"

"Karen's brother came," she sputtered out. "He shot …" She now looked down at the body of the officer.

Brackett quickly bent down and looked for a pulse. Kanda shook her head, "Johnny tried compressions but it hit his heart. He was already gone."

The doctor looked at the two in front of him. Johnny looked like he was in shock with Kanda's arm around him, protecting him.

"Let's get him back in bed," he said. "Is he hurt?"

"I don't think so but he's not answering me."

Kel heard the worry in her voice. "Johnny, did you get shot?" He asked as he moved the bloodied pajamas from him and worked to scan his entire body for a bullet wound.

Johnny started resisting then seemed to kind of come around, "Stop, I'm not hurt."

They both took a deep breath in relief as a police officer came racing into the room. The shock on his face at his dead fellow officer was apparent. Kanda just pointed, "They went down the hall after him." They saw more officers running down the hallway.

"He just came in and was pointing the gun at me," Johnny started talking as Kanda took a wet cloth and wiped the blood that had splattered on his face. He looked at her. "He said I killed his father."

"Well at least we know why they think they need to do this," Kanda told him.

"Mike!" Suddenly Johnny was fully alert and climbing out of bed again. He looked to Brackett and Kanda. "Mike rushed in here and tried to stop him when he just started shooting."

"Roy and Chet went after them. The police are here now," Kanda tried to reassure him but that only seemed to upset him more. He only knew that now Roy and Chet were in danger too as he looked down at the lifeless body at his feet. But Kanda felt the same fear. The thought that Michael might shoot Roy shook her to her core even more than she wanted to admit.

They ran down the hall as fast as they could and rounded a corner at the end of the hallway only to come to a screeching halt as the corridor before them was empty.

"Roy."

He turned to see what Chet was pointing to. It was a bloody handprint on the wall. Roy then pointed down to the trail of blood that preceded them down the hallway. Someone was bleeding badly. They followed the trail to a door marked Nurse's Lounge. Inside they could hear the ongoing battle inside.

Busting into the door they found Mike on top of Michael as he continued to struggle with him. Michael was flailing his arms but he was almost unconscious so they were very ineffective. The gun was lying right next to them. Roy took his foot and pushed it over to Chet who picked it up and put it out of reach. He then reached down to grab Mike's black shirt and pull him back. It took all the force he could muster to pull the tall and very determined engineer off the other man.

"Mike! STOP!" For a moment he thought Mike might kill the other man. Breaking the contact he almost fell backwards but found his feet quickly and pushed his shift mate and friend against the wall in a desperate measure to get his attention. "MIKE!"

He saw Roy in front of him but his vision was blurred again and he felt very light headed, "Roy?"

Roy held onto his shoulders to make sure he was calming down, "Mike, he's not worth it!" Roy glanced back to see Chet checking on the now unconscious man. Michael's shirt was covered in blood, "Is he shot?" Roy called out to him.

Chet searched frantically for evidence of a gunshot wound but found none, "I don't think so." He then stood up and ran to the phone to let the operator know where they were and they needed help.

Looking back to Mike he loosened his grip on him but Mikes legs faltered, "Roy?" This time his voice was weak and shaky. Kicking into full paramedic mode Roy started a rapid head to toe assessment on the man. Bruised up face, laceration and blow to the side of his head, probable concussion. Then Mike put his hand on Roy's chest and he saw it was covered in blood.

"Mike?" Roy called to him knowing he was hurt badly but not sure where yet.

Mike grabbed Roy's shirt as his legs would no longer hold him and he slid down the wall. "Chet!"

Chet ran over and helped Roy lower him to the floor. "Has he been shot?"

Not taking the time to even answer Roy ripped his shirt open, took his hand and lightly palpated along his abdomen until he found the bullet hole. Then applying pressure with the palm of his hand he looked back to Chet, "We need help now."

Chet jumped up and ran out the door, pausing for just a second to decide whether to go right or left he chose to head back towards Johnny's room.

"Come on Mike, stay with me," Roy said through gritted teeth. Mike was losing blood fast as it oozed through Roy's fingers.

"Johnny?" Mike whispered through his own clenched jaw as the pain was now overwhelming.

"He's alright Mike, just stay with me." Honestly he didn't know if Johnny was alright but Mike risked his life to save his friend. He wasn't going to tell him any different at this point.

His breathing was becoming more shallow and less labored as he began to succumb to the blood loss. He grabbed Roy's hand, "Get him?"

Roy looked over to the man lying unconscious on the ground; he could easily see his breathing from here. "Yea, you got him Mike."

Mike smiled then gasped.

"Mike!" Roy pressed harder but got no response from Mike this time. He was unconscious. Taking his other hand he felt for a carotid pulse then rested it on his abdomen to feel for breaths. "Don't do this Mike."

Roy let go of the pressure and began mouth to mouth ventilations. After two breaths he moved to his chest and started the compressions. Roy looked up to see the door swing wide open with Brackett, Morton, two nurses and four police officers piling into the room.

Morton went over to the brother and did a quick assessment. Possible concussion, out right now but would probably be fine, "Get him down to the ER." Two of the officers picked him up and placed him on the gurney waiting just outside the door, complete with handcuffs.

Morton moved over to assist Brackett. When Chet came back down the hallway he was blocked by the crash cart. Pushing it to the side a little he watched in silence as the horrible scene unfolded.