All the dialogue in italics are from The Good Wife. Not an english native, bear with my horror.

1. Alicia

The shot was loud and unexpected, and it burned.

She had never been shot – and how crazy it was that she had to say that, and how crazy was that now she could check that particular box on her non-existent and unwanted list – she had never felt that much hurt, never seen so much of her own blood on her hands.

Everything was too fast to really understand what was happening: one moment she was at the bar in front of the judge, arguing with ASA Polmar like no one else was in court but the three of them, and the next she was facing her own client, the gun in his hands pointed in her direction. And then she was on the ground, one hand instinctively at her neck and then again in front of her to see what the stickiness was and the blood was so red and it was her blood... and everything was burning.

When the parents of her client called a few days before the trial and told her they weren't satisfied with Will's defense of their son and that they wanted her to step in instead, the first thing she had thought was to call Will to inform him. It wasn't that unusual for a client to want to change their attorney, but it was extremely unusual, this late in the trial, for them to not only want to change the lawyer but also the firm. Especially not to one so new and in such a bad relationship with each other.

She tried to tell them that it wasn't very wise to change lawyers so late in the trial and that Will Gardner was one of the best lawyers she knew, but they were unyielding and, well, she was no one – and in no position, really – to reject a paying client, even if that meant working very late the next few days.

Of course, he didn't like losing a client, like at all, and especially to her firm, but in the end, they hadn't parted with bitter words, not this time at least.

"I decided to warn you. I was thinking if I was in your shoes and I had a client calling behind my back, I would want to know."

"Alicia. Thanks."

"Hey, we might have our differences, but you're the better lawyer."

"I am, aren't I?"

In the end, they had smiled at each other, and that was really a big step forward in their relationship later on.

The brief conversation, his soft eyes, and his nearly imperceptible but sincere smile made her remember why she fell in love with him so hard when they were young, and then again when they met for the first time in nearly twenty years, and also probably why some part of her will always fall in love with him.

In the end, she was there, on the floor, and someone – and was it Polmar? She couldn't tell, everything seemed out of focus and not really important in that moment – was moving, dragging her across the floor, through the room and pressing a hand on her chest, where it burned the most.

She heard another shot - or maybe more? She couldn't think straight, she couldn't think at all, and she barely registered the weight of Polmar on her, trying to cover her, suddenly became heavier. Alicia thought she heard him let out a painful gasp but before she could actually form a thought, she was burning again, on her stomach this time, and there was only hurt, and burning.

Everything was becoming even blurrier, and she knew that someone was talking, she could feel they were trying to reassure her, but she could not hear a thing or make out a single, discernible, word. Something in her knew that she was in shock and that she was losing too much blood – she could feel the cold, even if she was still burning, and that the only thing that was stopping her from bleeding out on the court floor was a pair of hands pressing very firmly on her wounds, but that something couldn't stop the panic that was growing in her or give her any comfort at all. She felt a hand in hers, and tried to squeeze it with as much strength that she could muster, which was not that much, if she was going to be honest.

She was scared. She didn't want to die, not there. Her children still needed her, her husband, her mother and brother, Cary and her firm needed her. Damn, even Jackie still needed her, as much as she liked not to. And then... Will. She couldn't die and leave all the things with Will unresolved, not now that they could talk civilly and not before she could apologize for hurting him. She tried to speak, she needed to tell him.

"W-Will…" she murmured without making a real, audible, sound. She could feel her lips moving, but not a sound escaping them.

"Alicia!" Kalinda? What was she doing there? There was something in the way she said her name, she did not sounded very Kalinda-like, her voice almost cracking just like before crying.

"Paramedics!" She heard at last.

The scream, the tone of Kalinda voice, the coldness that advanced through her body and the blurriness that clouded her eyes, all of that made her want to cry. She must have painted a very un-pretty picture.

'It must be bad' she thought – or she think she did? – before everything became dark, and unconsciousness took her.