Things couldn't get any better for Julia Andrew, the newest addition to the Jump Street team. She enjoys going undercover in high schools and gets along very well with her new colleagues, especially Tom Hanson who quickly became her best friend.
But...
Everything happened so fast. The sound of the gun being fired, the sound of Julia falling on the floor. I ccouldn't even recall the whole thing, it was all a blur in my memory. The only thing that kept playing in my head was that moment when I held her in my arms, her blood all over my hands as I lifted her a little from the cold floor. She was so weak. Her eyes were still open but it was obvious she was struggling to keep them from definitely closing. She was breathing heavily because of the pain she was experiencing, coughing and spitting blood at some point. I fought the tears that I felt were coming, focusing on caressing her silky dark hair in an attempt of soothing her. A weak smile appeared on her glossy red lips as she brought her hand to my cheek, probably using all her remaining strength to do so. She tried to speak, but failed. She just stared at me until it became too hard for her and her eyelids finally fell shut.
"Hanson here you are !", Captain Fuller's voice shook me out of my thoughts. I lifted my head up to see him standing in front of me, Judy, Harry, and Doug by his side. I ran a hand through my hair that was falling across my face and raised from the chair I had been sitting in for hours now, in the cold hospital hallway.
"What happened ? Where is she ?", Judy asked, panic evident in her tone.
"She...They took her. She's in surgery", I stuttered, "They brought her in there for so long... They won't tell me anything."
"What happened ?", Harry worriedly repeated Jude's initial question.
"I shouldn't have...It's all my fault... He flipped her over... I shouldn't have let her take care of that", I tried to explain, nervously scratching the back of my head and looking down to the floor.
Fuller stepped closer and brought his hand on my shoulder in a comforting manner
"Whatever happened Hanson, it's not your fault. I know you. You're a good cop. Don't blame yourself for something nobody could have prevented."
"No Captain", I protested, "I let her alone with that Rob guy, I knew he was dangerous but I let her bust him when I was taking care of the two others. I should've been the one taking care of him. I should have been the one getting shot. I should be the one in surgery. Not her."
At this point, it was taking me all my will not to cry.
"And what about that son of a bitch who shot Julia ? Did he escape ?", Doug inquired.
"No, I fired my gun at him right after he shot Lia. He was about to shoot me as well but I've been faster I guess", I explained.
"You did everything you could man. You don't have to feel guilty for anything", Harry assured me, rubbing my arm in a reassuring way.
I didn't answer, I just sat back in my chair. They may think whatever they want, I knew I was the one to blame for what happened to my girl. If I had been more careful, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. I may have killed the cocksucker that did that to her, I was still the one to blame.
A few hours passed. I remained motionless, lost in my thoughts. The others had gone to some kind of waiting room. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. Someone then took the empty seat beside me. I turned my head.
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