[semi-open] hurry up now, i need a miracle

[causational]

who: eddie thawne & semi-open
what: Eddie gets caught in a shoot-out and goes to the hospital
when: April 15 and afterward
where: around the quarantine
warnings: gun violence, blood, serious injury



✪ the incident

[It started like any other day, kissing Cisco good-bye while he sleeps in, heading off to work in his patrol car while eating a piece of toast, packed lunch beside him, dressed in his usual neatly-pressed three-piece suit. Nothing particularly notable is supposed to be happening, mostly, he intends to do paperwork and research on an ongoing case, to interview a few suspects. And that's what he does.

Until it hits just after noon and he eats lunch while checking his phone, sends off a quick series of texts to Cisco, smiling at the camera while he chews his sandwich. That's when the call comes over the radio, about a car chase downtown, that two officers are down and they need backup. Glancing around, Eddie notices that the station is close to empty and the call isn't too far away, so he buckles up his gun belt and heads out. The chase is short before the car careens into the side of a skyscraper, there's smoke and flame everywhere, and Eddie drives his car up to join the line of cars being used as cover while one of the perpetrators shoots bolts of electricity at the line of police officers, and another uses an old-fashioned gun.

Everything is a blur of adrenaline and fear and focus, Eddie draws his gun, he uses his powers to shield over and over to protect his fellow officers, and when a couple of the officers at the front get hit with a burst of electricity, tumbling to the ground, Eddie bolts out without thinking. It seems to happen in slow motion - the second bolt of electricity flies at him while he fights exhaustion to get his shield back up, the electricity hits the shield, and his concentration flickers. The bolt hits him hard, his body tries to absorb it, he jerks and twitches, falls to the ground, overloaded, burning hot, nose bloody.

It takes a moment to start moving again, he becomes aware that one of the officers is still down while the other staggers back to the line of cars. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he coughs out a mouthful of blood, and starts to stand.

And then the bullet hits him in the side.

For a moment, everything goes still and silent. Eddie has been shot before, in the chest, he's felt the bullet penetrate his body, felt the damage it did, struggled to cling to life. But that was a choice he made, he was prepared, and this is different. It enters from the side, hits him like a hammer, knocking him over on his side. Curled up on the pavement, he struggles to breathe while the side of his shirt and suit jacket get hot and wet and the rest of him gets cold, so cold...

The last thing he sees before everything goes dark is a blurry view of the line of police officers behind him, shouting his name, shouting something he can't hear...]

OOC: Drop a starter or message me for a starter if you'd like your character to be involved in this in any way. Any of Eddie's CR (close or not) is welcome to drop a hospital visit thread in here or ask me for one!

Comments

[causational]

At her comment about his pretty face and how it doesn't go, he manages a bigger smile, his lashes fluttering a little as he looks up at her face, breathing raggedly. She tells him she won't let him die, she won't allow it, and something about the confidence she projects when she says it makes him really feel it.

There are things to fight for. And so he fights.

He keeps fighting even as the ambulances wail their way up and South is pulled away from him, and he can still hear her yelling and bossing people around and the flurry of medical attendants are putting the oxygen mask on him, he can feel, vaguely, the IV being put into his arm. But he focuses on South's voice, and he keeps fighting, half-awake and half-lost in pain and cold, until he can't stay awake anymore.

[whosthemonsternow]

All she can do besides bark orders is stand there, helpless, useless, watching in concern. Which only grows as he's loaded up and his eyes are shut. She wants to go with him, keep him safe, make sure they're doing things right and doing their very fucking best. But she also has to find every last one of these bastards and make them suffer a slow, painful, agonizing death. So she waits in awkward silence as they take him awake, tossing out one more harsh order to save him or else, but just standing there as he's taken away.

She has work to do.