Then I Saw Your Face

Danny

"Do you need any help in here?"
I looked at the pretty nurse, she had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. A stethoscope slung lazily around her neck drew my eyes to her breasts. I know, I'm sitting here shot, and all I can think about is her nice figure? Welcome to a guy's mind....
I answered her questions, nodding slightly.
"Looks like you got shot..."
"I did." I followed her gaze to where my shirt and jacket sat.
"You're a cop?"
Why didn't that question sound positive? "Yeah. Danny Reagan."
"Linda O'Shea."
Linda. A gorgeous name. She looked like a Linda. Not really an O'Shea...
Linda and the other guys talked some medical jargon I didn't understand. I looked at my arm as her soft, delicate fingers touched my skin, cleaning the wound.
I listened as she told be about her siblings: a sister and a brother. When she mentioned how Erin was a poor girl growing up in a family with mostly boys, I offered a laugh. And then she smiled at me. Her smile was perfect, in every way. White teeth, soft lips...
Linda had said something about some tropical gel taking fifteen minutes to numb my arm. If it's anything like nova cane, it'd take more than fifteen minutes.
I wondered how long it would take for someone to get down here. My mother would most definitely be the first one, along with Jamie. Joe or Erin would come next. Grandpa would come, with Dad bringing up the rear.
I looked at Linda when she started talking again- I was so focused on her, I didn't realize they had put an IV in me.
"You should feel better once those fluids start pumping."
I smirked as I saw her face flush, apparently, that didn't come out right.
"Someone will be here in a bit to stitch that up," Linda pointed to my arm with the pen she held in her hand.
"Will it be you?" Did I just ask that?
She looked surprised, but when she settled the end of the clipboard on her stomach, her face softened. "I think I can arrange that."
"Took a bullet, did you?"
We looked to see my Dad standing there.
"Yessir. We're waiting for the freezing sh!t." I watched him smirk.
"Are you Linda O'Shea?"
"Yes," she held up her name tag. "I'm guessing you're a Reagan."
"Frank Reagan." He shook his hand, "about the rape victim.."
"Oh, yes. How is she?"
"What rape victim?" I interrupted.
"A girl came in, she was super scared that she'd be arrested because she shot the guy- the rapist. But clearly it was an accident."
"Why'd she shoot?"
"She and the rapist were in a scuffle, and he had a gun. She took the gun from his hands, and it went off. Right in the heart." Dad explained.
"See? Self defense." Linda crossed her arms, seemingly satisfied with her deduction.
"It's not always that black and white." I pointed out.
"Like this time. Turns out the rapist has a list of pryers from here to Key Biscayne."
"Wow." I opened my mouth to say something, but close it when Linda's fingers touch my arm.
"Is it numbing okay?"
"I can still feel it."
"Should kick in soon."
"So, about this guy..."