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Chapter 2
As Nick was rushed into intensive care, the surgeon prepared to begin the procedure, and Judy was taken to her apartment to be comforted and cared for. As the Hopps made their way to Judy's apartment, Judy was still screaming and crying as if she had also been shot. Judy kept seeing the look of surprise on Nick's face at the moment he was shot, a look of surprise, fear, and an unfathomable amount of pain. Judy kept saying, "he's not going to make it, he's not going to make it." Judy's mother tried to comfort her by saying, "Judy, Nick is going to be fine, and…" Judy then screamed at her, "no mom, Nick isn't going to be fine didn't you see the hole in his chest, all of the blood!" Judy then broke down again into sobbing. Judy's mother then still slightly shaken by her daughter screaming at her just held Judy in silence.
The Hopps finally made it to Judy's apartment and rushed Judy into her home and away from the reporters beginning to stack up. Judy's mother took Judy to the bathroom to give her a bath and Judy's father started to brew some tea and warm some carrot soup. Judy's mother had finished filling the bathtub with warm water and lifted Judy into the tub and set her down into the soothing water. After fifteen minutes Judy's mother had taken Judy out of the tub and put Judy in her bed to sleep. While Judy's mother and father quietly discussed the situation on how to deal with the fact that their son-in-law had just been shot a couple of hours ago when they heard the phone ring. Judy's mother hurried over to the phone and seeing that it was chief Bogo she instantly feared the worst.
Mrs Hopps picked up the phone and said, "yes chief Bogo, how is Nick doing?!" She then heard the grief filled voice of the buffalo police chief say, "I am sorry to say that Nicholas Wilde die, due to massive trauma in the upper chest." Judy's mother then said, "thank you chief Bogo" she then hung up and looked at Judy's father s face and she knew he had heard the news as well.
