A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Fortytwo

The punches started and one of them grabbed an iron bar to then use me as a living piñata. I tried to hide my head between my arms, I'd be lucky to remember my own name.
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Now I'm here and I can't recall how long the beating had been going on for, I only remember the final kick and the sound of the iron bar falling to the ground and all of them running away. My face doesn't feel too bad, it only feels like I have a cut above my eyebrow because of the blood flowing into my eye. I see the bloody spit that is slowly dropping from my slack jaw, but other than that, my face seems okay. It it only feels like it is the body that is damaged, almost beyond real. It's hard to breathe, it hurts in my chest and it feels like each breath is shorter than the other.

Things are blurry, I'm dizzy, maybe this is how I die. It feels like my heart has stopped beating, like my brain has stopped working. I'm sure dying. Help me please.

One of the doors are kicked down and I hear people running in, I don't see who it is because I don't have the strength to keep my head up right now.

"Hurry, get her down" I hear Jay saying.

He put his arms around me and someone else is unhooking the chain so I'm let down to the ground. The cuffs are taken off me and Jay put his jacket over me to give me some warmth.

I'm picked up. As I'm picked up and we start so leave the room, I see the body who's death lay on me.

I'm carried, wedding style. When we come out of the building the sun shines in my face. Just by getting out in the early morning daylight wakes me up a bit.

I'm put in an ambulance and Jay rides along with me.

The nurse places two sticky things on my chest.

But I don't get to hear the beeping sound of my heartbeat before I start to fade away. At first it's a blurry light but then it goes black.

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As my eyes open everything is blurry. For a second, I have no idea where I am but I realize I'm in a room. The thing above me is the ceiling. The thing on top of me is the blanket. The thing underneath me is the pillow and mattress. The thing I'm wearing is the 'fashionable' hospital dress and the person standing beside me is Dr. Rhodes who are carefully watching the data from the monitor that's beside me.

My head is pounding, my chest feels heavier than a concrete block, my back feels uneven and it feels like I've taken a turn at the car crusher.

Tubes run up each nostril. They're itching, being in the way and are in general very annoying. My arms are covered with blooming purple patches, and it feels like the rest of the body is too.

Dr. Rhodes notice my alertness.

"Good morning, how you feeling?" He ask.

"Like pre-made mashed potatoes, mashed but still quite put together" I reply.

He laughs and then pick up a tiny flashlight from his pocket, he shine with the light straight into my eyes probably to see the reaction of my pupils.

He doesn't look concerned, but neither does he look happy. The question is if it looked okay or not.