Dead Man Walking- A ZooTopia FanFiction series
Part 2: Second Second Chance
Unknown Alleyway, Downtown
Looking at her rescuer, Judy Hopps could see he was a little worse for wear. What with the over-stretched tendons, various scratches and cuts, and all topped off with a .40 caliber round to the gut. Quite what possessed her to cry she had no idea. Maybe it was the fact that he had saved her life. Maybe it was simply the fact that he was wounded. But either way, the little bunny cop felt for the human knocked out next to her. So, she put her head above his heart, and wept.
*Unknown amount of time later*
Judy was all out of tears to give, her eyes puffy and red, she laid there, gently hiccoughing, when suddenly, the human gave an almighty groan of pain as he muttered: "God Fucking Damnit Riley. If this is your idea of a joke, then you're gonna gain a very intimate knowledge of how my boot up your arsehole feels." Giggling slightly, Judy watched as the human painfully rose into a sitting position and glanced at her with a handsome smile on his face. "G'day love. Did they get the sniper after all that?" As her ears fell, Judy had a feeling that he wasn't going to like the answer. "No, they didn't. That fish got away." She said, glancing up at him to gauge his reaction. His face contorted in a mixture of pain and bitter anger, before assuming a pained expression. "So I copped a .40 caliber to the stomach for nothing? Motherfucker!" He cursed, slamming a fist into his leg, the resultant buck causing his stomach to contract painfully. "Still, before I worry about that." He winced, taking off his shirt and body armour to reveal a bloody stomach. "I should probably take care of this." He said, grabbing his .357 out and laying it on the ground beside him, he reached back into his pocket and withdrew a multitool. Glancing beside him, he looked back at Judy and asked "Could you pass me that Bowie please?" He said, putting his hand out. Handing him the knife, Judy watched as he put his hand around the curved part of the blade and stabbed the tip into his stomach, using it to lever the bullet out slightly, before using the plier to grip the back of the bullet firmly and pull it from his stomach, before reaching back into his pocket to pull out some morphine and gauze. Swallowing the morphine dry, he quickly banadaged the whole way around his abdomen, going slightly north and south of the wound. Putting all the items back in his jacket and pulling his shirt back on, he pushed himself into a standing position to help up the rabbit who'd saved his life. Reaching a hand out, something crossed his mind that he was quick to vocalize. "Thanks you for saving my life Ms...? " He asked, curiousity filling his features. "Hopps. Judy Hopps." The bunny said, a warm smile on her face as she took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled up, her heart rate spiking. "And thank you for saving mylife Mr...?" "Patrick. Patrick Brooke. And you're quite welcome Judy." He said, a gentle smile slowly turning concerned as he inquired "You didn't get hit at all did you?" "No. I didn't. I suppose I should count myself lucky." She said, indicating to his stomach. "Are you sure you don't want to get that checked out at the hospital?"
Shaking his head, he gripped the railing beside him. "No. No hospitals." He said, turning white as he hobbled behind the raised platform to vomit profusely. "Do you have a place to stay?" Judy asked, looking worried as he raised his head long enough to shake it. "Well in that case, you'd better stay at my place. You can explain on the way." She said, supporting him as he walked over to the car.