this crap life 'o mine - Jake Peralta Brooklyn nine-nine

Chapter 2

"Wha- what's happening? Jake?" Terry asked as Jake started coughing blood up violently

"Figgis found me. Track this phone!" Terry immediately started scrambling to get on his computer and track the caller ID.

"Ok it's tracking, but it will take, like, ten minutes is that OK? Just tell me if he comes back"

"We should be good, he said that he would come back in an hour."

"K, are you hurt?" Terry asked, jake looked at himself, then started coughing up more blood

"Yes, I'm really hurt."

"What did he do to you?"

"He stabbed me in the back with a pitchfork, kicked me with spikes, and hit me with a mallet"

"Oh my god Jake?! How are you still alive!? What are your injuries, I'll write them down and call Holt"

"He completely busted my back, I can't move my legs and pain is about 1000 / 10, and I can't stop coughing up blood" Right on cue he started coughing

"Did you just cough up more blood?" Terry asked with concern

"Ya," Jake said in a raspy whispered voice.

"Ok I got the location, I'm gonna group call you and Holt. Give me one second, and I'll call you back"

"K." With that the call ended

About two minutes later, Jake was put on a call with Holt and Terry

"Peralta, while we are tracking your phone, tell us how you are injured, how he injured you, and what you can see. Injuries first please" Holt said, answering the phone

"He kicked me with spikes, hit me with a mallet, and a pitchfork in the back. For injuries, I can't stop coughing up blood, I can't move because my back hurts too much, and I physically can't move my legs and they have gone numb."

"Oh my," Holt said with genuine surprise in his voice. "Now what can you see?"

"just black. It's perfectly pit black here."

"wheres here?" asked Terry

"In this room. But the hallway is bright white."

"OK and done!" exclaimed Terry, "We have successfully tracked your phone. we will be there in ten minutes."

"Ok, I'll be here," said Jake

-------------------------------------------------------10 minuets later----------------------------------------------------

"NYPD!" Jake heard Terry scream as he busted down the doors. People were yelling but Jake couldn't be bothered less. He knew he was safe now. Just then the door to his little room busted down and light flooded in, but Jake stayed motionless on the ground trying to ease the pain in his back and head. But the light wasn't helping with the head part of it.

"Jake!" Amy yelled as she ran to him, landing on her knees.

"Ames," Jake whispered with his eyes half-lidded and a loopy smile on his face. Amy reached out to put a comforting hand on his chest.

"OWowowowoowwoow! Don't touch! Don't touch! Don't touch!" Jake shouted, starting to cry.

"Ok, Ok I won't," Amy said with tears in her eyes. She was hurt to see her boyfriend in this much pain.

"Jake," Terry said kneeling down next to him, "we'll get you out of this ok?"

"I know you will sarge," Jake replied, eyes half-lidded. Amy looked him over. He still had his NYPD windbreaker on with a long-sleeved NYPD T-shirt, and his usual jeans. But they were all bloody and ripped.