The Blue Lives

1# Downed Bobby.

Bobby X FemReader

Summary: One late afternoon, you stumble upon a wounded bobby in an alleyway. You couldn't just leave him there, could you?
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A day like any other, so far at least. God only know whatever this day has in store for you. The clouds are grey to announce the incoming rain. Fortunately, you just finished working in your bookstore and are now taking a stroll back home. Rain doesn't bother you all that much, you're not made of sugar luckily. A little rain is not a big problem for most people anyway.
However, no one wants to get soaked and catch a cold, would they?
Holding up your palm you can feel droplets of light rainfall on your skin. You're not in a hurry, but best to find shelter before the storm rolls in. The dark clouds hanging over the village threateningly tell you enough.

You decide to take a shortcut through the alleys, the smaller streets don't catch as much rain as the main streets do. As you take the turn into the alley, there is a feeling in your gut that makes you feel dread. That sixth sense of survival, something is not right here... Your gut tells you to check it out, no matter how fearful you feel.
Your steps slow and shorten, your heartbeat rising. Your ears perk up at every sound, hyper-aware of your surroundings. There are voices ahead, just around the corner. Pressing yourself against the wall, you try to listen in on what's going on further ahead in the alley.

It sounds like a collection of taunting voices, but taunting who? You dare to peek around the corner into the alleyway, you almost couldn't believe what you were seeing; a group of Plough boys surrounding a single bobby. How they managed to corner a bobby is beyond you. The bobby keeps whirling around to try and not get jumped by the offending gang. "s-stay back!" the bobby demands in an assertive tone, though there is a hint of nervousness in his voice. Of course, the Ploughboys don't listen. They're merely gloating in the officer's distress.
One of the Ploughboys jumps up from behind the bobby, grabbing him by the neck and holding him still. Another guy took out a shiv and stabs the bobby in his stomach. The bobby groans loudly in pain, and you gasp in shock. You quickly cover your mouth so as to not blow your position away
As the officer slowly drops to the floor while clutching his side, the gang robs him of any loot he had on him and flees the scene, leaving the bobby to bleed to death and die.

You're ready to flee the scene as well, pushing yourself off of the wall and getting ready to make a run of it. You're not sure if you should make yourself part of this situation. Maybe go back on Joy to forget this whole thing? But your own moral compass stops you, making you freeze in your tracks. You can hear him grunting in agony but not calling for help. Has he accepted his fate already? What are you doing? Leaving this policeman to die alone? He's a human too you know.
You sigh and twist your feet around to aid the wounded bobby. Entering the alley, you see him there on the ground, clutching his side when a splotch of red blood ruined his coat. A rush of footsteps seems to get his attention, lifting his head off the ground he makes eye contact with you. You approach with your hand raised, showing you mean no harm and are here to help him. Your other hand dug into your pocket for your handkerchief. Naturally, you don't carry a health kit around all the time and a handkerchief is the next best thing you have.
"breathe, sir." You say as you kneel down, lifting his hand off it the stab wound to press your handkerchief on the gash to hold the bleeding. The bobby grits his teeth on the growing pain as you attempt to stop to bleeding and save his life.

You look around, the alley is completely barren aside from the wounded policeman and yourself. Bobbies carry whistles, don't they? You take the bobby's hand, his pristine white glove stained with his own blood, and put it on his wound so you can look inside his pockets for a whistle. But you couldn't find one, those Ploughboys most likely took it.
What to do now? The constabulary is too far away and he might not survive that trip. The best thing you could think of is to take him to your home and aid him there.