break in the case

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by musical_marley

by musical_marley

DIXIE'S PERSPECTIVE
I quickly make my way to Kel. "Kel!" I say. "51's on their way in, they've got a gunshot victim, right calf, approximately 44 years of age. They're also bringing his son, 13 years old, he's got a broken left arm." He nods. "Gunshot in 3, broken arm in 5."
"Okay, Kel." And just after Kelly walks off, the yelling begins.
A loud, arrogant-sounding voice is booming at Sharon. "I need to be treated now! Horatio's got a game at 4:00, and he can't go with my left arm like this!" He yells. I quickly get between he and Sharon. The tall, brown-haired man is clutching his left arm, though it doesn't look bloody or anything. "Hey! What's going on here?" I say loudly and firmly. "What's goin' on is this lady won't let me into the hospital with a serious problem, that's all!" Sharon opens her mouth to protest. I put up my hand to save her breath. I know it's not her fault. "Wait 'till you're announced!" I say firmly, almost amused because grown men and women can be so stupid. He walks away, grumbling about hospitals and pulled muscles.
I see the ER doors swing open and a man on a gurney with an IV, probably morphine, being held above him by the copper headed paramedic I know, and the second gurney's being pushed by his partner, the tall Indian with the crooked smile.
I tell Roy to go into treatment 3, and Johnny to 5. I rush after Roy, Kel on my heels. Joe goes in with Johnny.

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"He's not yet lost all his blood," Kelly's explaining to a crying woman. "He has an excellent chance of survival as long as we get your consent for the surgery. Please, we need your signature." but I'm not listening. I go into treatment 5. "Your arm should stay in the sling," Joe says, "and other than that you should be just fine." Johnny grins. I make my way over to him as Joe ruffles the boy's hair.
"How's my dad? Is he gonna be all right?" He asks him. I butt in. "He's going to need surgery, but he'll be just fine after that. I sit on his hospital bed and put my hand over his. "Do you have any idea who shot him? Can you give us any sort of description?" I ask gently.
The boy shakes his head. "I only saw a silhouette. But he was holding his left shoulder and shot with his left arm. Then he dropped the gun and ran off. I went to go look at the gun, but fell. That's how I hurt my arm. It had two letters engraved in it: L.O."

Well, didn't see that one coming.

"Thank you so much," I say. "Your dad's gonna be just fine." I smile at him, but turn behind me to look at Johnny and try to telepathically send him a message that he just gave me very very important information.
I saw an aggressive man clutching his left arm today just after it happened. Coincidence? I think not.