Knockin' On Heaven's Door
Peter's Point of View
He wasn't expecting a body to collapse at his feet and when his brain realized who was laying there his heart sank. He was on his knees in second, his hands had started moving to put the gun down and cradle the young man's head in his lap. "Neal? Hey, come on Neal open your eyes." He heard movement behind him and looked over at his wife with panic in his eyes, "El, its Neal." He could see her terrified look and swallowed hard before looking back to his partner.
The young man was cool and clammy to the touch, he felt a pulse but it was weak and slow. Closing his eyes for a moment he took a breath in on his own before starting to inspect Neal again. His hands slid along the coat then moved to open it, when he saw the amount of blood staining the shirt beneath he drew in a sharp intake of breath. "El! Call an ambulance!" He didn't look over his shoulder to see if she was complying, he figured she would because she cared about as much as he did for Neal.
He could feel the warm liquid coating his fingers and tried desperately not to think about it, his eyes ran over the young man's body quickly and his fingers followed suit. It felt like he had a broken rib or two, his abdomen was soft and warm to the touch which didn't seem like a good thing, he looked like he had gone ten rounds and he knew there was probably more that he couldn't see. Taking another breath he slid his fingers across Neal's forehead brushing his damp hair from his eyes. "Come on Neal, hang in there buddy."
The man in his hands groaned as his eyes fluttered open. The typical bright and dazzling blue eyes were clouded with tiredness and pain, they weren't completely focused either. Looking down into those eyes Peter's stomach sank and he felt a surge of vomit roll up his throat. Thankfully he was able to swallow it back down. "Hey there, you made it Neal. You're here, you just need to hold on alright?"
Neal's eyes shifted in his direction and there was a look of confusion on them before he raised his hand to squeeze Peter's arm. "Peter…?"
"Yeah, it's me Neal."
"June…help…" Peter bit his lip and nodded reaching into his pocket with one hand and pulling out his cell phone.
"Jones, I've got Neal but he's talking about June needing help. Roll by her house and check on her. Let me know what you find. I'm waiting on an ambulance for Caffrey and I'll call you at the hospital when I know something." He didn't wait to hear a response he just hung up and put the phone back in his pocket, "There, June will be alright Neal."
Neal nodded weakly and let out a soft breath as his eyes fluttered closed again. "Neal? Hey! Neal! Come on! Wake up!"