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"Sir, detective can you hear me?" He woke with a start. A young paramedic stared at him through the shattered window. "Yes, yes. Please get me outta here!" "Are you injured?" "I don't know!" But I think so considering I fell down that damn hill I can't be completely healthy! He added in thoughts a bit annoyed. "Don't move, we'll try to open the door!" Another paramedic appeared holding something like a huge claw. "My partner's unconscious. You should pull him out first." suggested Cole through clenched teeth as he again tried to shift in a more comfortable position. The paramedic looked at him with a strange expression on his face. "Honestly sir, from the looks of it we should really get you out there first." What was he talking about? A few minutes passed until the men finally managed to rip the door off the vehicle. Cole could hear the paramedics whisper to each other. "Be careful with his back." "Damn, that's really a lot of blood. You think the roof sticks somewhere?" "Can't be certain. Let's do this..."
Then they turned towards him. "Sir, we need you to stay calm and hold as still as possible now." "Of course." The first part of him the men could reach were his legs that were closest to the door. "We're gonna pull now, if you get the feeling that you're stuck somewhere, tell us immediately." Cole just nodded. He couldn't think straight any longer. All he wanted was to get out of this damn scrap heap. The men started pulling him out, inch per inch. They worked very slowly and carefully. Cole could finally locate the pain, it clearly came from his back.
A few moments later he was out. The paramedics moved him directly from the car onto a gurney. "Alright, I'll check you for injuries while my collegue takes care of your partner" told him one of the men. "It's ok, I think I can sit up..." Cole was about to get up when he felt a strong arm holding him down. "I'm sorry sir, but I want you to lay still for now. Your back is injured." Cole heard a ripping sound and knew that another suit of him was now ruined. The cold breeze on his back told him that the paramedic had removed the fabric from it. Some seconds passed in silence while he could feel the other one examining his back. Eventually he moved forward and kneeled down next to him so that Cole could see his face. "You're a very lucky man, detective. The wounds on your back are only superficial but bleeding massively. The roof of the car came down during the impact and collided with your body. This could have ended much worse for you. We'll get you to central receiving to get you stitched up and checked for other injuries." "What about Bekowsky?" Cole tilted his head so that he was able to look in the other direction where the second stretcher stood. The other paramedic was already pulling his partner's limp body towards it. "Dewey, that one's unharmed as far as I can see. Still unconscious though." he called over to them. "Alright, let's get away from here."
"Wow, I really don't know what to think of this." Brian Mason paced up and down in front of Cole's bed. He sat there with bare upper body while a doctor cleaned and bandaged the huge cuts on his back. He oppressed rolling his eyes. He felt dizzy and exhausted and he was worried about Bekowsky. "I sent you two out to work this case and within two hours you almost get yourselves killed." "Sir, I need to speak the coroner. I've got important information for him. He'll need this for Rebecca Black's autopsy!" Mason sighed. "Okay, I'll go and get him. But we'll discuss that matter later." What exactly was there to discuss? Mason left to enter the Central police station next to the hospital. "Is Detective Bekowsky awake yet?" he asked the doctor. "Not that I know of." was his short answer as he put more of the smarting substance on his torn up skin. Cole pursed his lips. That day had started so good but right now it couldn't get worse. The doctor was finally finished with him and Cole had now bandages wrapped around his whole upper body. "I want you to put ointment on the wounds, at least three times a day. If you do that regulary there'll be a chance that no scars remain. You got someone who could help you with that?" The doctor handed him a small can. "Yes..." answered Cole, thinking of Elsa. He should call her when he got the chance.
"Detective, you wanted to tell me something?" Curruthers had entered the room. "Yes. The tissue..." "I don't quite understand..." "Sorry..." Cole tried to sort his thoughts and put them in proper sentences. "You need to check that silk tissue in the victim's purse. Bekowsky checked it on the crimescene and later told me that it smelled strange. He thought that it had just been a strong perfume but after that these hallucinations kicked in. He was behind the wheel and this is how we ended up like this...he started showing all the sympthoms that Dr. Matthews had detected on Rebecca Black and the only chance I saw for saving him from a heart attack was knocking him out. There's gotta be a suspicious chemical substance on that tissue. One that creates hallucinations or something like that maybe you and Pinker can figure it out." Carruthers had listened to him with a very serious look on his face. "Thanks for that information, it could in fact be very important." he then stepped up to him and gently placed a hand on Cole's shoulder. "Try to take it easy now, would you?" he looked a bit concerned. "From what I've heard you saved your partners life today, I guess that's enough heroic deed for one day." Cole had to smile a little. "I'm not sure if this drug still affects Bekowsky...Could you maybe check up on him? They won't let me see him." "I'll do my best, Phelps."
He'd just swallowed two aspirins against the vicious pain on his back when his partner finally showed up. His face was a bit pale but all in all he looked perfectly healthy. "Guess I missed the show..." he said leaning against the door-frame of the small room. "Be happy about it...we should be glad to still be alive. But do you feel any remains of this drug or whatever it was?" Bekowsky suddenly looked very serious. "Just a little head-ache but no crazy hallucinations if that's what you mean. That was one of the scariest things I've ever experienced." he rubbed the back of his head where Cole supposed to be a big bump. "I'm sorry about that one...but I didn't see another way to prevent you from dehydrating or else..." "No problem, really. I guess I have to thank you, Cole. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't done that. Are you in pain?" Cole shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing that can't be cured with some aspirins." "Looks bad though...the doctor told me you were covered in blood when they found you. Guess you'll need a new shirt? I think I got an extra one in my locker. You can have that for today." "Thanks, Stefan. What are we gonna do next?" "Pay Mr. Black a visit like we planned to? Only if you feel up to it..." he observed Cole with a skeptical look. "I've had worse...let's do this. If we're dealing with a series-killer there's no time to waste."