As Tom race down the hall to get to Rachel he prayed that she wasn't gone. He fell to his knees beside her to assess the damage, there was a single gunshot wound on the lower side of her shoulder and there was blood seeping from the wound concealing itself in the black lace of her dress. He removed his shirt and pressed it onto her shoulder in the hopes of stopping the steady flow of blood. As he pressed the bunched up material to her shoulder Rachel gasped at the pain and opened her eyes in shock, she reached for his arm for something to hold on to. "Shhhhh, its ok, you're going to be ok" tom reassured her as he kept steady pressure on the wound. Rachel looked up at him, her brow sweaty with perspiration and her eyes full of pain "You...came" she slowly closed her eyes as the pain emanating from her shoulder consumed her.
Tom panicked as Rachel's eyes closed shut, thankfully he could see the steady rise and fall of her chest but the blood loss was sure to catch up with her. He had to move her and get help from downstairs or else she would slip away forever.
He discarded his shirt that was no longer white but completely covered in her blood and tucked his gun into the back of his pants. He looked down at Rachel to figure out how to carry her without causing too much pain. Tom slipped his arm under her knees and the other carefully under her back just below her wound. As his arm moved under her back he stopped short when his hand felt the warm sensation of blood that had puddled underneath her body, he quickly shook of the thought that he might have been to late and resumed his task. He pulled her towards his chest and raced down the hall towards the stairs with her cradled against him. She felt incredibly light and fragile in his arms which only made him pull her closer. Tom was almost running down the stairs to get to the rest of his crew, he needed Doc Rios and Milowsky straight away.
He heard his crew singing an old navy song below and assumed that's the reason nobody heard the gunshot. Tom came to an opening in the foyer and turned right towards the sounds of celebration. He burst through the entryway to the room and everyone's eyes turned towards him. He stood in front of his horrified colleagues holding a lifeless and bloody Rachel In his arms.
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It only took a second before everyone in the room burst to action. Slattery and Tex cleared the table and Tom gently lowered her to rest so Doc Rios and Milowsky could do there job. He removed himself from her side so each doctor would have space to work but he didn't want to leave her completely, he moved to where her head lay and overlooked the doctors work. Tom didn't even need to order his crew to action, they automatically spread out to secure the perimeter and make sure the president was safe, they would find the coward who did this. "We need water, towels and a first aid kit! She's going to need surgery but we will do what we can here before we move her." Tex went in search of what they needed while Milowsky went to work on removing the lace dress from the wound, "Captain, Could you unzip the dress from the back?, Rios and I will pull her up", Tom nodded and as the doctors lifted her he grasped the zip at the back of her neck and slid it down her back, they lowered her back to the table and moved her dress down to reveal the gunshot wound on her right shoulder. Tex came rushing back into the room with his hands full of hotel room towels, bottled water and a first aid kit from the front desk, Milowsky covered Rachel's wound with water and cleared up the blood with a towel as it was blocking them from getting a good view of the damage. Slattery was on the phone urgently organizing transportation to the nearest and working hospital. Milowsky and Rios could perform the surgery, it was just a matter of getting there in time.
While they were working Rachel suddenly gasped and slightly opened her eyes, she was deathly pale with a sheen of sweat covering her face, Tom moved a strand of hair away from her forehead, "I'm here, I'm here, Don't you worry Doc, you're going to be ok."
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I woke up in excruciating pain, my whole ride side was throbbing and it felt like it was on fire. I could hear distant voices but couldn't distinguish who they belonged to. I tried to sit up but winced as my side flared up, I instinctively brought my left hand to my shoulder. I feel people pushing me down and removing my hands from my body. I shrieked with pain as I feel more hands poking and prodding at my ribs, the haze that was clouding my mind and my vision was slowly clearing. I tried opening my eyes wider to get a grasp on my surroundings but my lids felt so heavy.
I was shot..I remembered that, I remember Tom coming and I felt him lifting me off the floor, I also remember thinking that this was it, that I wouldn't survive the night. I felt a pin prick in my arm and suddenly my awareness started slipping away, my vision blurred and became fuzzy. Rachel started panicking, she didn't want to go, not yet, it wasn't her time. Once again that night, darkness consumed her.
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Tom tried to comfort Rachel and get her attention but there was no use, she was too far gone with the blood loss and trauma her body was going through. All he could do was watch as she started twisting and shrieking each time the doctors touched her. He could see her eyelids flutter open and closed like she was trying to wake up from an all consuming nightmare. He kept stroking her hair and applied a damp towel to her forehead.
When Rachel tried to sit up she shrieked with pain and clutched not only her shoulder but her right side. They gently pushed her back down and Rios peeled down the dress exposing her stomach and ribs while Tom grabbed one of the towels to cover her strapless black bra and protect her modesty. Rios began poking and prodding to determine whether any damage was done that they weren't aware of. "She likely has 3 fractured ribs, may have happened along with the impact of the bullet or maybe after she was shot? she might have fallen badly afterwards." Tom nodded and looked at Rachel's face that was still contorted in agony, "Can you do anything for her pain?" Milowsky reached into the first aid kit and grabbed a sedative so Rachel could rest, he poked her in the arm with the needle and the tense muscles in her body slowly relaxed until she was limp again.
Slattery approached Tom and told him they had transportation waiting on the roof. "ETA is 10 minutes to the nearest hospital, they have all the medical equipment and supplies you need." Tom nodded and turned back to Rachel, Rios and Milowsky gave approval for him to lift her and move towards the elevator. They had done all they could in stopping the blood and applying a temporary bandage, but what they really needed for Rachel was an operating room and a steady supply of A-Positive for the blood transfusions. Tom carried her as carefully as possible, the elevator ride to the roof felt as if it lasted for hours but in reality was only 20 seconds. When they got to the roof the helicopter was ready and waiting, Tom along with Slattery, Tex and the docs helped maneuver Rachel into the stretcher and in a space of 1 minute the were ready for takeoff.