Pain. That is what he felt. He felt pain running up his side straight to his brain and trying to move away from pain, but that only brought more pain. He could hear voices and was doing his best to hear what they were saying.

"I repeat we have a man down!"

Man down? Was someone hurt? He tried to sit up and look around to see if he could help the person that was hurt but his body wasn't listening to his brain. He then felt something wet lick his face and what sounded like a small whine, like a puppy whining to be fed. Wait, puppy? Everything seemed to come crashing down at him as he remembered Aramis and Porthos were on patrol and called for back up when they ran into three bank robbers. He was just patrolling with d'Artagnan when the call came in and of course he went to help his friends. He then remembered they cornered the robbers and one took a shot at d'Artagnan because the police puppy was barking at them. He wasn't thinking and dove down to cover d'Artagnan, since he had no vest yet, and that was all he remembered.

"Come on boy. Let the paramedics take a look," a soft voice said, shaking him out of his thoughts. If he wasn't in pain he would have laughed at the growl he heard, then a yelp, and then someone saying he was bit. He then felt hands push all over his body and then felt himself being lifted and set on something hard.

"Hey now. Calm down d'Artagnan," a new voice said. "We'll follow right behind them and we'll wait together."

He heard what sounded like something between a sad bark and a cry. He was pushed into something and then he felt nothing after.

Aramis drove as fast as the ambulance was driving, not wanting to put too much distance between them and their friend. He had the sirens on so people knew this was an emergency and looked in the passenger seat as Porthos did his best to calm d'Artagnan down. The puppy was crying and shaking, which was starting to scare them, but never bit at them like he did to one of the police officers at the scene. He pulled the cop car behind the ambulance and got out to watch as the paramedics rolled Athos out of the ambulance and into the hospital. He made to follow but was stopped by a staff member of the hospital.

"Sorry officers but no dogs allowed."

"Sir, this is a police dog in training," Porthos said, petting d'Artagnan as he held the puppy to his chest. "That man is his owner too and he has every right to be here."

"I'm sorry sirs but this would be a health violation and we can't have any patents seeing an animal in the hospital." The staff member left before more argument could escalate.

"Bullshit," Porthos said.

Aramis agreed with his friend and then had an idea. He pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number. After three rings, the person picked up and he quickly told the person what was going on and if they would help. Of course said person was more than happy to help. Hanging up he smiled at Porthos and petting d'Artagnan on the head.

"You need to listen to me, d'Artagnan. We're going to have to tie you up out here until our friend comes to pick you up." He nodded and Porthos walked over to a light pole and tied the leash to it before petting him on the head. "It'll be just a few minutes and we'll tell the staff members know what is going on."

A few hours later found Aramis and Porthos nearly asleep in the chairs in the waiting room when the doctor came out and saw Athos was out of surgery and was now able to see visitors. Thanking the doctor they walked to the room they were directed too and walked in to see their friend stripped from the waist up and a large bandage wrapped around his side.

"Well look who decided to visit," Athos said, wincing a little in pain as he moved.

"Well, we would have visited earlier but it took awhile to get a bullet out of your side," Aramis said with smile.

"Where's d'Artagnan?"

"Why thank you for asking Athos. Aramis and I are just fine," Porthos laughed.

"Hospital won't let dogs in," Aramis said. "We had to call in a friend to help us out."

"And you owe said friend," a voice said.

They all turned to see Constance walking into the room, a large purse bag over her shoulder. She closed the door behind her and set the bag down, laughing when something inside started to wiggle and whine. She reached in and pulled out a small black puppy.

"d'Artagnan," Athos said, holding his arms out. He was so worried about his pet and was happy to see d'Artagnan alive and well. He smiled when Constance brought him over and he all but grabbed him out of her arms.

"Was it hard to get him in?" Porthos asked.

"Not at all," she said. "I can help out as long as you need me too."

Athos smiled as d'Artagnan licked him all over the face and then whined as he slightly pawed at the bandages. "It's alright now. I'm going to be alright." He smiled when d'Artagnan seemed to understand and circled around on his good side before laying down and curl into a ball. Yes, he was going to be alright. He had his guard dog with him.