It was a almost normal day for the two best friends, Jon and Ponch to be out patrolling. Well, normal for Ponch, as for Jon not so much. He had gotten into a wreck and was late for work. And everyone thought that was ponch's Job!
Jon kept telling ponch to let him pull over for a minute. "Man, what's with you?! Were on patrol Jon. We can't just pull over to take a break until lunch!'' Ponch would say. Jon would just sigh and follow 3 feet away from his partner, as instructed since he started.
You see, when Jon had wrecked, he wrecked beside a gas truck. And if you know Jon and gas, it never ends well.
Finally, it got too much for Jon to handle. He pulled over his bike into the bicycle lane and laid his head in his arms. ''Jon what are you doing?!" Ponch asked, parking beside him. It was then that he realized how pale his partner was. ''Woah Jon are you okay?" He asked.
Jon answered his question by vomiting on the ground. Ponch rubbed his back. ''Hang on partner I'm gonna get an ambulance.'' Ponch said picking up his radio.
'About dang time...' Jon thought. They were interuptted by another bout of vomiting.
"L.A 15 7-mary-4 We got a code (whatever code it is for a sick cop) on 7-mary-3. He is throwing up. We are south on 7-avenue and may need medical assistance." Ponch talked into his radio.
"10-4 7-mary-4." The radio talked. Ponch put it back down and walked over to Jon, who was now dry heaving and gagging painfully.
"Hey hey just calm down baker. Look at me. Look at Ponch." Ponch soothed while rubbing circles in his back. Jon obeyed and looked over at him. "Gosh buddy you look horrible. Is this why you wanted to pull over?" Ponch said.
Jon nodded,crossing an arm over his flipping stomach.
"Man this is all my fault..." Ponch says
"N-no its not p-ponch." Jon said. Ponch sighed. He knew on the inside Jon was In a world of pain. And it was all his fault.
Maybe he truly was just a chip in the bag... A boring, heartless chip...
