Light Of My Life

Devyn Miller

...I'm sorry...

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"Come on," Blood seeps through fingers, whispered words falls from lips go unheard.

He hadn't meant to do that. But the gun, it had...he was going to shoot her. He'd grabbed the gun, shifting it in another direction. He'd almost had it. He shouldn't have counted on Red's hesitance so much.

Richard lifts a single hand to quickly wipe the sweat from his forehead before it can fall into his eyes. He smears blood on his face but he doesn't notice.

"Come on, girl, you're going to be just fine," Richard's breathing stutters, his eyes shifting from the blood-soaked gauze he presses against Devyn's stomach and up to her slack face. He's stuck between terrified that she's unconscious and relieved because she's not in pain because of it. "Come on, kid, you gotta work with me here."

His bloodied phone lies on the ground beside him. The men...they took the ambulance. He hadn't even bothered to try and stop them, not after Devyn collapsed to the ground.

"For once put that stubborn attitude to good use," Richard forces his voice out and coughs, his voice breaking. "Help is coming, just hang in there."

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"Hey," Spencer's voice startles JJ and the blonde turns to him quickly. "Are you okay? You've been acting weird." He asks, voice filled with concern for his friend.

JJ forces a small laugh and nods. She hadn't thought she'd been being so obvious. Maybe it's just around Spencer. She is keeping a big secret from her best friend that involves him after all, it's not so simple.

"Yeah, Spence," She nods and pats his arm. "Everything's okay, I promise."

"If you're sure." Spencer says slowly and JJ nods.

"I'm sure."

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"Status? What happened?" Richard vaguely recognizes the paramedic that falls onto his knees across from him. He's sure he's met the guy a few times. Devyn would probably remember.

"Gunshot, close rang," Richard pulls himself back in time to answer. "About fifteen minutes ago. Lost consciousness soon after."

"Did she hit her head when she fell?"

"No," Richard shakes his head. He knows that for sure...he caught her before she could. "She's pregnant." He whispers and the other man only freezes for a second before nodding. But Richard still saw the expression that flashed across his face.

"Alright, Devyn," He mutters while his partner slides the backboard up beside them. So they do know each other. Richard's hands stay glued to Devyn's stomach, the new gauze pads quickly becoming red like the others. The paramedics push her over just enough to slide the board under her before they lift her onto the gurney.

The short trip out of the warehouse and into the ambulance feels nonexistent. One second their in that horrible, dark building and the next, they're in the contrasting vehicle. The bright lights hurt Richard's eyes and the sirens make his head pound but he pays those things no mind.

"BP is sixty over forty," The paramedic announces but his voice slowly becomes distorted, the lights blurring in the corner of Richard's vision. "Starting a large-bore IV."

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"Daddy, look!"

"Wow," Richard smiles widely and takes the offered piece of paper from his daughter. "No way you did this by yourself, it's too good."