Joe's pov
I had been on a takedown at a waterfront with Uncle Danny and Uncle Jamie, along with Ty, a gangbanger I had befriended during my sting undercover. The four of us were under heavy fire, and I saw Ty get hit, with me getting hit soon after. Things were getting pretty hazy and blurry soon after, and one of the last things I heard with utmost clarity was Uncle Jamie yelling
"Joe's hit! Joe! DANNY!"
Soon, my Uncles were at my side, the youngest asking
"How bad are you hit, Joe?"
Wittiness intact, I shot back
"Do I look like a doctor to you?"
After the groan that followed, I asked
"Ty, how are you?!"
Getting no response, I asked Uncle Jamie how Ty was, butt saw the look he and Uncle Danny shared. Ty was gone. Throwing my head back and groaning even more at the pressure their hands were making on my bullet wound, I exclaimed
"Oh, come ON!"
The rest was a blur as I was whisked to the hospital and sedated for the surgery to remove the bullet fragments. Not to my surprise, the whole family was at my bedside when I came to. Realizing I was awake, Connor ran to be as close to me as possible, grabbing my hand
"I heard the bullet went under the vest. You really scared us. Scared ME."
I ran my hand through his hair, something he liked even as as a teenager
"Didn't mean to, C. Sorry. Hopefully, it won't happen again."
He seemed a bit comforted by my words, but not much. Thankfully, the bed I was in was big enough that he could gently climb in with me without messing up the equipment or my sutures. Wasn't long at all until we both fell asleep.