Left or Right?
Chapter 5 - Arrested
"How long?" Jordan repeated.
"I dunno. Maybe five, ten minutes."
"Right, we need to get him out of here."
"There's no point in moving him. There's already police watching the place. Leave here and they'll just follow you." Mickey said desperate not to lose them. He was taking deep breaths trying to prevent the panic that was brewing inside him, a panic that if he allowed would cause him to strike out in a effort to release himself from the man's grip.
"Yeah right."
"That's who I was on the phone to, the warehouse is surrounded. Armed police are on their way."
"I'm not stupid."
"I woudn't've come alone, would I? There is no way you can get out of here wivout being followed. Armed police are minutes away. You're better off givin' yourselves up and finding a good lawyer." He was trying to keep them talking so that Jordan couldn't decide to hurt Andrews.
"That's bollocks." Jordan shouted. "You're going to phone the little copper friend you were talking to and tell him that you made a mistake."
"He's not stupid, he's goin' to guess that somethin's wrong."
"He's a copper, you're all stupid. Do it." Jordan picked up Mickey's phone and dialled the last number. "Here." He said handing it over.
"Sarge, I've made a mistake. Andrews isn't here." Mickey felt the knife dig into his throat, puncturing the skin slightly, he could feel warm blood dripping down to his collar.
"Mickey, what happened, is someone threatening you?" Callum said immediately suspicious.
"Yes, Andrews isn't here." Mickey replied.
"If someone is threatening you, say 'the place is empty."
"The place is empty."
"Just try and stay calm, CO19 are two minutes away."
"Ok, Sarge."
"Did he fall for it?"
"Yeah."
"Right smash his phone and tie him up, were going to take the scumbag out the back and get out of here."
Mickey tried desperately to think of a way to hold them up for a few minutes while he was being wrestled towards Steven Andrews who was being untied from the chair.
He struggled against the man, there was no way he could remain calm and allow himself to be tied up in a warehouse, at these bastards mercy, not again.
He didn't have to think hard, just as his hands were being tied behind his back CO19 burst in with the shout of "Armed police stay where you are."
The men were clearly taken by surprise as they jumped and Mickey, unable to stand the feeling of the man's hands on him used that opportunity to over-power him.
In the struggle Mickey tried to kick the knife out of his hands but was clumsy with his wrists tied together. The knife slipped and was caught by the man who gripped it tightly and hit Mickey in the abdomen.
Within a millionth of a second there was a bang as one of the officers saw the slight movement, opened fire and shot Mickey's attacker. Mickey couldn't tell where the shot came from but saw the man drop in front of him and heard the knife clatter on the ground.
He thought he had been punched, winded, he leant forwards trying to ease the pain and looked down to see blood soaking into his shirt.
Jack, who had answered the call along with half the other officers at Sun Hill, looked up from talking to the officer who had fired the shot. He hadn't seen Mickey being attacked and was asking the officer why he had discharged his weapon. "He had a knife, he was threatening your DC." He nodded towards Mickey and Jack followed his glance. Then he saw, over the collection of officers gathered around the dead man, Mickey staggering towards him, his face pale and his t-shirt saturated with blood.
Jack moved forwards and instinctively held his arms out to catch Mickey as he collapsed into him, shock causing his legs to be unable to hold him up any longer.
Jack gently laid Mickey down on the floor and shouted. "Call an ambulance, Mickey's been stabbed."
"Please, Jack, untie my arms." Mickey begged. Jack rolled Mickey onto his side slightly and cut the ropes binding Mickey's wrists.
Smithy appeared alongside him, taking a first aid kit out of his pocket and quickly putting gloves on. He lifted Mickey's hand away from his abdomen and, seeing the extent of the bleeding, he grabbed a dressing from the first aid kit and placed it firmly over the wound, attempting to staunch the blood flow. A look of fear flashed across Mickey's face, witnessed only by Jack and Smithy.
"Help me." Mickey gasped, his breathing shallow and rapid.
Jack pulled off his coat, folded it and placed it under Mickey's knees to ease the strain on his abdomen.
He took hold of Mickey's hand who grasped his tightly in return. "It's ok, Mickey, you're going to be fine. Look at me."
Mickey looked up at Jack. "I'm scared, Jack."
"That's it keep talking to me. You're going to be ok, ambulance is on the way."
Mickey was shaking, his skin was clammy as a result of the blood loss and he could feel his heart beating quickly in his chest. He'd seen plenty of stab victims and he knew the results. He didn't want to die.
"Ambulance will be about two minutes, Guv." Callum said from behind the DCI.
"You hear that Mickey, two minutes, ambulance'll be two minutes."
"Good." Mickey said, trying to take deep breaths. "I'm sorry, I panicked. I was scared, I had to get him off me. Couldn't stand his hands on me. Being tied up, reminded me, reminded me of Delaney. I panicked."
"Ssh. It's ok, Mickey. Just save your breath." Jack said noticing that Mickey's grip was loosening as he seemed to lose consciousness. Mickey's eyes drifted slowly shut. "No, Mickey, stay with me. Keep your eyes open." He called, shaking Mickey's eyes gently.
"'M s'rry, Jack." Mickey said opening his eyes for a second and then closing them again. He released his grip of Jack's hand, who remained tightly holding on.
"Come on Mickey, open your eyes." In the distance they could hear the ambulance coming, getting closer by the second. Jack sighed with relief as two paramedics burst through the doors to the warehouse.
"What happened?" One of them asked immediately.
"He was stabbed about ten minutes ago. He's only lost consciousness in the last few minutes though." Smithy said, still holding the bandage tightly over the wound.
"What's his name?" The paramedic said kneeling down. "Mickey, Mickey Webb." Smithy replied. Jack seemed unable to say anything.
"Mickey, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?" The paramedic asked, when he received no reply he tilted Mickey's head back and listened for a breath. The second paramedic attached a pulse oximeter to Mickey's finger and took an oxygen mask from the bag she had brought.
"Has he got any medical conditions that you know of?" She asked Jack.
"No, I don't think so." Jack replied still holding tightly onto Mickey's hand.
"We need to get him in." The first paramedic said urgently.
"Can someone give me a hand?" The second paramedic asked. Smithy and Tony jumped to follow her, anything to help Mickey.
They returned with a stretcher and a carry sheet. The first paramedic turned Mickey onto his side and the second placed the half rolled up carry sheet onto the ground behind him. She then rolled him back towards her and the first paramedic unrolled the carry sheet on the other side.
"On the count of three, we'll lift him onto the trolley. One, two, three." They then wheeled the trolled out and into the ambulance.
Jack jumped in with them and, after the doors where slammed shut, the ambulance sped away.
"Come on, Mickey." Jack muttered, holding Mickey's hand.
"How much further Leah?" The paramedic asked after a couple of minutes.
"'Bout a minute and a half."
"Put your foot down." He said standing up and injecting Mickey with adrenaline. "He's arrested."
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