FRIENDLY FIRE: A 9-1-1 fanfiction

Part Twenty-Eight: 72 Hours

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EMMA

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"Emma?! Emma, please! You have to wake up! You have to!" I was pretty sure that was Riley's voice but it was really hard to say. "Emma! I can't do this alone! I'm scared! Wake up!"

"Emma! Hey, hold on, alright?" Luca spoke quickly, his eyes watching me but I couldn't focus on him, my eyes opening and closing unwillingly. "Come on, baby, you're okay. They're going to look after you, you're going to be okay."

"What am I dealing with?" I could see a man in a white coat, a doctor.

"Twenty-five year old female, multiple contusions and skin lacerations, suffering a subdural hematoma and near entire amputation of the right leg." That was Hollis, maybe?

 "And you brought her here?" The doctor snapped, "Take her to the morgue, there's nothing I can do for her here."

"Don't you fucking—"

"Luca, don't! Put the gun down!"

"She's not dead!" Luca roared, "She's still here!"

I felt a hand grab mine, squeezing firmly.

"She's going to be okay, I know she will be."

My eyes started to close, a heaviness settling over my head as the same shout repeated over and over again in my head. "Emma!"

"Emma!"

I snapped my eyes open, a small gasp leaving my throat. My body felt like it was on fire.

"Oh, thank God you're alive," Riley blurted out, leaning off my body to sit up, "I thought you were gone for a minute."

I didn't think I had it in me to move. I didn't even have the strength to speak. It was too hot and my head was swimming and I was pretty sure my skin had been peeled off my bones.

"You've been out all night," Riley's face appeared over mine, her skin dry and cracked, "I got the bottle off the table."

That helped my mind regain some of its awareness and I blinked slowly, trying to gather enough saliva to swallow without it feeling like I was slicing my throat.

"What do you want me to do with it? I can't open it," Riley mumbled, "it's sealed with glue."

I opened my mouth slowly, feeling the skin snapping as I moved it to speak, "Break... it."

"What?" Riley frowned, leaning a little closer to my mouth to listen.

"Break...it."

"Break it?" Riley sat up, "How? Do I just... throw it?"

I shook my head very slightly, "Smash it... on the floor."

"Okay," she nodded quickly and I could hear her fiddling around with something, "okay, yeah, I can do that."

I heard one thump, then another and then a small gasp before I heard the bottle roll and hit my leg lightly.

"Sorry," Riley mumbled, "I'll try harder, I'm using my feet, it's a little difficult."

"It's okay," I whispered, forcing myself up move and sit up, stars swimming across my eyes as I did.

Riley bit her lip as I sat up, her eyes wide and watery, "You look bad..."

"I feel bad," I nodded slightly, dragging my eyes to look at the bottle touching my leg. The glass was warm.

"I'll break it, I just need—"