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"Shit!"
That's all Jake heard. That's all he heard.
That and a nasty squelching sound that made his stomach twist.
"Rosa?" Jake called out, panic taking control of all his emotions. Sure, was there a chance he was letting the Perp get away? Absolutely. But there was something wrong with Rosa, his best friend, his partner.
"I'm--" a noticeable waver in her voice, "I'm fine."
Jake knows she's not, knows she's embarrassed about it. And he thinks, it can't be bad, can it? It can't be.
It is.
The sight makes his stomach twist and turn like hard knots. Rosa, on the ground, impaled. He bites back the bile that seems to fester in his throat, almost reaching the top of his mouth, his tongue tasting sour like a disgusting candy.
"Ro," he breathes, heart aching, eyes panicking. "I--"
"I'm fine," Rosa mutters, ignoring the sticky shirt sticking to her skin, the ever-so noticeable iron rod sticking out of her. She's so clearly not fine, not in the slightest, but Jake understands. "A thousand push-ups," she says, voice strained.
"Rosa," Jake says, pained.
Then, he goes to his radio, ignoring the mild flash of panic in his partner's eyes. He has to get her safe. Or at least, notify the others that she's hurt, that she has something sticking out of her, and she's acting like it's no big deal. That's totally cool. Isn't it? So cool. "I have an Officer down, badge number 3118, impa--," he takes a breath, "Impaled on an iron rod trying to take down a perp, I need medical attention stat."
Rosa turns her head away, her breathing turning a way that Jake doesn't think is good. "Hey, hey, we're okay, I got help, yeah?" He says in an attempt to calm them both down, he walks closer to her, body trembling as he kneels with cracked knees. Jesus, he's getting old; he's only in his thirties.
"I'm fine," Rosa says, a cough releasing itself, blood spurting out. Clearly not, clearly not. But she can handle it. He doesn't think he can, though. "Just, just get me up, yank me out."
"I'm not doing that," he says, taking her hand, brushing over her clammy knuckles.
"Well, it'd hurt less if you did,"
"Rosa,"
Rosa props herself up on her elbows with a groan, and he's worried she'll do it, but the medical team rushes over.