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Sam had already started running toward the desk before he answered his phone. He didn't bother with the usual "Swarek". He knew it was the nurse.
"Hello. Is he alright?" Sam asked quickly as he ran toward the desk. Oliver had followed him, giving eyes to everyone else, telling them he'd let them know. A few seconds later, Sam was looking at the woman at the desk, phone still up to his ear.
The woman looked from Sam to Oliver and then back to Sam. She noticed the desperation in his eyes. She couldn't speak fast enough, so she started nodding up and down quickly. "He's out of surgery. For now. They were able to stop the bleeding. He is still in critical condition though"
Sam breathed out heavily. He sighed out in relief, and half smiled at Oliver. Oliver half smiled back. Chris had made it out of surgery. He had made it out of surgery, and even though he was still in critical condition, he was out of surgery. Sam nodded.
"I understand. What about blood? Does he need blood?" Sam asked quickly. He knew the lady would remember from a few minutes ago that he was willing to give blood.
The woman nodded. "That's actually the reason I called you, yes. But he had a rare blood type. Chris needs blood type O. It's the only kind he can receive. Are either of you O?"
Sam shook his head. No. He wasn't. He couldn't even help him. "I'm B" Sam said looking at Oliver hopefully. He hoped his friend would be able to help. Oliver shook his head as well. "I'm A"
The woman shook her head. "You said you had a room full of officers?"
"And more at the station" Oliver said quickly. He looked to Sam. He knew that any of the officers would be willing to donate if they were a match. Sam nodded.
"Well, I suggest you ask them. Chris Diaz needs blood. Our blood supply is low on O. And that is the only kind that Chris can receive. He needs it quickly." The woman said, giving Sam an urging, desperate look. She didn't say it, but Sam knew what she meant. And so did Oliver. "Chris Diaz needs blood" meant that if Chris didn't get blood soon, he would die.
Sam nodded. "I'll be right back" Sam started running back to where the other officers were. Oliver followed him. When he reached the room he gave everyone a look. He knew they were anticipating the news. He nodded his head. "Chris is alive"
He could hear everyone sigh out. "But he needs blood, quickly. He's type O. He can only receive type O blood, and apparently the hospital is low in it. I can't donate, I'm type B. Oliver's type A. We need someone to donate. Is anyone type O?" Sam looked around the room.
Dov started to talk, and Sam whipped his head toward him. "It has to be type O?"
Sam nodded quickly. "Are you?"
Dov shook his head. "No" he said quietly. "I'm B"
Sam looked around the room, feeling defeated. He looked from Traci to Andy to Gail. He looked at Dov quickly. "Where's Jerry?"
Dov was quiet. "He went to go get Sergeant Best, downstairs." Sam could hear the helplessness in his voice. And he understood. He felt the same way. Sam sighed.
Two more people. Two more people he could ask before he had to call the station. He didn't care what it took. He needed to find a blood donor for Chris. And he was going to.
Sam ran his hands through his hair quickly. "This way?" He asked quickly, and he started moving quickly toward the stairs. A second later, Jerry and Frank came through the door way, and Sam almost bumped into them.
"Swarek" Best said. "How's Diaz?"
"He needs blood. He's out of surgery, but he needs blood. Quickly. Type O? I can't donate, I'm –"
"I'm type O" Jerry said quickly. "He needs O? I'll do it."
Sam looked to Jerry and smiled as much as he could. "Really?" Sam gripped his shoulder.
Jerry nodded. "Come with me" Sam said quickly, and the two were running back toward the desk before anyone could say anything else.
"The hospital is low in it's type O store, and they need someone to donate. He needs blood quickly, or, or" Sam looked to Jerry quickly, and he knew he understood. Jerry nodded. Sam brought him to the lady and started talking quickly.
"He's type O, said he'd donate." Sam said quickly.
"Sir" The woman said quickly, and she noticed the badge that was on Jerry's belt. "It's very nice of you to help your friend"
"Of course, what do I need to do?" Jerry asked quickly. The woman gestured for Jerry to follow her and he did. Sam watched as Jerry walked into a room with a doctor, and then he waited for the woman to come back.
"What's going on? How long will it take?" Sam asked quickly.
The woman looked at Sam and smiled. "Just a few minutes. Then we can get it to your friend." She sat back down at the desk.
"You did good, sir" The nurse said with a smile.
"Sam. My name's Sam. Sam Swarek. And thank you. I was just doing what I had to. I just wish I could have donated myself."
"Well, Mr.-, ugh, Officer Swarek, you found someone who could. That's pretty good too." The nurse said.
"What's your friend's name?" The nurse asked. "The one whose donating ?"
"Jerry" Sam said quickly. "Jerry Barber. He's a detective at our station"
"He's a good guy" The nurse said with a smile.
"Yea," Sam said. "He is. Just don't let him hear you say that." Sam half smiled. He had to at least try with some kind of humor. It was the only way he ever felt okay in some situations. It was sometimes the only way he knew how to deal with the stress. The nurse smiled.
"So I take it you're close?" The nurse asked. Sam didn't know if she was actually genuinely interested in how close of friends he and Jerry were, or if she was just trying to distract him from what was going on with Chris. If it was the latter, it was working pretty well. Or at least, as much as it could be. Sam was still thinking about Chris nonstop, but this conversation provided a little bit of distraction.
"Yea, we are. We're best friends." Sam said, looking down a few doors and watching Jerry through the door talk to the doctor, who was placing a cuff on his arm.
"I can tell" The nurse said quickly.
Sam looked back at her. He smiled as much as he could, and then looked back to the room Jerry was in, with the cuff on his arm, and the doctor talking to him. Sam looked back at the woman.
"After Chris gets this blood, do you think he'll be okay?" Sam asked, his voice deep, but quiet.
The nurse started to shake her head, but then stopped. "I'm not sure. He lost a lot of blood. The transplant will help, but it's still not certain whether he'll be okay."
Sam looked at the woman. He tried to explain to her through his look, that he needed a more straight forward answer. From the look that she gave back and the shake of her head before she started to talk again, Sam knew that she understood.
"I really don't know" The nurse said, her voice was apologetic.
Sam nodded. "Please, just tell me. I know what sugarcoating sounds like. I do it all the time. Please, just one professional to another. Do you think he'll be okay?" Sam was nervous, he didn't know if he really did want to hear what the nurse thought or not. But he waited anxiously, and the nurse shook her head.
"I really" The nurse started, but then a few seconds later Jerry came walking out of the room with the doctor and started talking to Sam. The nurse couldn't finish what she was going to say, but Sam kept looking at her for a few seconds, and she continued to look at him for a few seconds. Then, she quickly looked away. Sam knew what that meant.
"Hey, they said they're going to give the blood to Diaz soon. They said it should help" Jerry said, grabbing onto Sam's shoulder.
"You did a good thing, Mr. Barber. Are you dizzy?" The nurse asked him, she looked at Sam quickly, but then looked away quickly.
"I'm okay." Jerry said, and he almost tripped walking away from Sam. Sam grabbed his shoulder. Jerry almost smiled, and so did Sam. "Maybe a little"
"Here" The nurse said, handing Jerry a box of juice. "Drink this. It'll get your blood sugar up" Jerry took the box, thanked the woman, and looked to Sam.
"When will we know if the blood transplant is helping?" Sam asked quickly. The nurse nodded.
"We should know soon if it is helping. We won't know anything definite for a while, but we should know if it is helping. It might help him become in less critical condition, more stable. It should help him." The nurse said quickly. She nodded and so did Sam.
"I can call you when I hear anything" The nurse said quickly, she looked to Sam quickly.
"That would be great thank you" Sam said and he started to walk to where all the other officers were.
"Yes, that would be great, thank you" Jerry nodded, and walked to where the other officers were as well. Everyone jumped up when they saw Sam and Jerry walk into the room, and some started talking all at once.
"They should know if it's helping in a little while." Jerry said quickly. "The nurse said she'll call Sam if she hears anything"
"Good. That's good." Best said quickly. "And until then, I think it'd be a good idea if some of you got some rest. We could be hear a while."
"None of us are going to leave" Dov said quickly. "I don't think any of us are going to be able to sleep. We all want to be here."
Best looked around the room at all of his officers and nodded. "I know you do. That's fine. The suspect is at the station. He's in a holding cell, and he's going to be charged with accomplice on the shooting of a police officer."
Everyone nodded. "I know it's probably not exactly what you want to be doing right now, but the fresher it is in your mind, the better. I'm going to need statements from Sam, Oliver, and Traci"
"Right now? You need a statement right now?" Sam asked. "I think we all know what happened, Frank. And I don't think any of us are bound to forget it anytime soon."
Best nodded. "I know. I know, but if you could just tell it to me. Or another officer, now. We need to have it on record. The guy in the holding cell is charged with a pretty serious crime, his lawyer's are going to try to get him off. If we want him to be charged, we need to have your statements."
Oliver nodded. "Fine. But any news about Chris and we stop."
Best nodded. "Sounds good to me. Thank you. I know this is hard. And I know this is not what you want to be doing."
"Let's just do it" Sam said quickly. Best nodded.
"I can take your statement, Oliver. Jerry, you want to take Sam's? Whoever's done first can take Traci's." Best said quickly.
Jerry nodded. "Sam, come on. Let's go get some coffee." Sam gave Jerry a look, and Jerry nodded. Sam looked at him and Jerry put his hands up in a surrender motion, "I promise we'll only go right downstairs."
Sam looked hesitant, but then he followed Jerry. Oliver looked to Best, and the two sat down. Best took out his notebook, and told Oliver to sit down next to him. After a few seconds, Oliver did.
"You ready? You can take your time. And anytime you want to stop just let me know. We can stop." Best said quickly.
"What do you want to know? Where do you want me to start?" Oliver said slowly.
"You know the drill." Best said casually. "Tell me everything. From the beginning."
Oliver sighed. "Okay, here it goes."
Okay thanks for reading! I know this chapter is kind of short, but the they should be longer in a few more chapters. I'm going to try a little bit of a different writing style for the next few chapters, let me know if you like it. Thanks! I hope you like it!