Mason's pov

We had been on patrol for about two hours when it all went down. It all went down so fast I'm surprised I remember everything. Then again, it's hard to unsee. Jamie was helping this girl get away from her bad boyfriend; when this person in fancy white gloves and a baby mask ran by, sprinted actually; and shot him. And not just on the chest, where the vest had him covered. The person knew what they were doing. Jamie was on the ground and the perp ran off, unidentifiable. I got my radio

"This is 12- David requesting a bus. 10-13. 33rd and Broadway. Put a rush on it, my partner was shot in other locations than the vest. He's losing a lot of blood!"

I could hear the sirens blaring as multiple vehicles and people started to come towards where we were, but my sole focus was Jamie. I urged him to stay with me

"You can sleep later. Keep your eyes open!"

I was nearing tears as I was begging my best friend to stay with me, his pulse getting steadily weaker. I could NOT lose Jamie. And neither could the Reagans. They could not survive going through this again. I hoped and prayed they would not have to.