"I'm so sorry you got hurt on my account, Officer H--"
Hopps cuts me off mid-apology.
"Listen. I just took a bullet for you. Literally. Call me Judy."
I can see the glaze in her eyes and the slur in her voice. The painkillers are working at least. She probably won't remember this conversation.
I nod, playing along.
"Alright. Judy. I'm terribly sorry that you had to endure pain on my behalf, but thank you. Jackson told me that you saved my life. I owe you much."
She shakes her head vehemently. "No. This is my job. This is why I joined the force. So what if I'll have a new scar? I'll have earned it. Thank you for allowing me to serve my city. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm falling unconscious."
And with that, Judy promptly fell asleep, leaving me to deal with Nick. Again.
~~•~~
This fox is not happy. Thank goodness his girlfriend's here. Otherwise, I'm not entirely sure I would still be alive.
"Listen, rich boy. That's my best friend in there. Yesterday, she didn't have a BULLET HOLE in her!!"
I raise my paws slightly in a placating gesture. "Mr. Wilde. Please, it was never my intention that Ju...Officer Hopps get hurt. I'm not that big of a scoundrel."
Wilde opens his mouth, but Diana pulls him off to the side and whispers frantically to him for a moment. I can see the angry turn to shame, guilt, and worry creases his forehead.
He turns, looks at me, and marches into the invalid's room, gripping tightly onto Diana's hand. I'm allowed to live another day.
