The bullet knocked me back with extreme force and as my knees collapsed I slid down the wall to the ground. I feel the shock and blood pumping through my body and I hear the fast retreating steps of my attacker before I fully collapse to the ground.
The pain seared through my shoulder, throbbing painfully as I attempt to lift my left arm to feel for the wound.
I can feel myself fading and feel the sticky substance of blood between my fingers, this wasn't good.
If someone didn't come soon then I was as good as dead.
I can barley lift my head from the ground and can feel the blood begin to pool underneath my body. It was a through and through shot which was a good thing, It could have been much worse if the bullet had lodged itself in my body. My vision was dark around the edges and the noise of celebration from the party downstairs felt like it was drifting further and further away.
Funny isn't it? the moment I'm without guards this happens. Chandler would get a kick out of this just proving that he was right to keep me under guard.
The blood loss was really starting to take effect when I hear a voice, it feels so far away, so urgent.
I softly smile as I realize he has come, I close my eyes comforted by the fact that he is here. Everything is fading away and the noise slowly starts to sound like a big buzzing that surrounds my whole body until it finally consumes me.
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Tom glanced down the hall watching as Rachel disappeared behind the corner. After months of seeing her dressed in her usual attire of jeans and loose fitting tops it was a nice surprise to see her in that dress, she looked gorgeous.
She had come to deliver research papers for the president and he assumed she didn't expect to run into him at the same time. There was a part of him that didn't want to see her leave in the morning, but he knew there was work to be done and that distributing the cure was there top priority.
All he can hope for is that she remains safe while on her journey. he was so used to being able to protect her on the ship, when she was on the ship he knew there was no safer place on this earth that she could be. he didn't know why he felt so protective over her, even with all there arguments and disagreements, he truly cared for her. he felt guilty feeling this way about another woman, especially after Darien.
Tom walked into his hotel room, more then ready to hit the sack. He knew he would regret not taking a shower in the morning so he decided to have a quick one now, maybe he could catch an extra 10 minutes of sleep. He removed his jacket and placed it on the back of the armchair on his way to the bathroom. He turned the hot water faucet on and waited to adjust the temperature to just how he liked it. He slowly felt the stress of the day leave his body.
He could still hear the majority of his crew downstairs celebrating, which they completely deserved. They were some of the most hardworking men and women he had the pleasure of serving with.
Tom stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes, as he reached down he heard a gunshot fired, he immediately sat up and stepped towards the door, his navy instincts kicking in. He waited for another shot but couldn't hear a thing. Tom grabbed his gun from the desk and swiftly opened the door ready to fire. He scanned the area around him, not a soul in sight, he could have sworn it was a gun that he heard.
He moved down the hall awaiting anyone who would round the corner, as he got closer and closer a sense of dread washed over him, something was not right.
This was the same direction Rachel had taken after there little encounter, his mind feared for the worst and he picked up his pace. As he rounded the corner with his gun still drawn he stared straight ahead and the sight that lay before him made his blood turn cold.