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Trespass	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass � Chapter 12.
When he returned to the silent bedroom Vic had found nothing had changed, Dutch was still unconscious but holding his own. He sank down to the floor next to Dutch and reached out again taking one of his cold hands in his own,
"It�s only me," He whispered to the silent man. "Told you I wouldn�t be gone for long. Just hold on a little while longer Dutchboy the paramedics are nearly here, it won�t be long."
Vic closed his eyes his head throbbing and he felt the energy beginning to drarom rom him. He snapped his eyes back open, he could rest later right now Dutch needed him awake and as alert as possible and he wasn�t going to let him down, no he�d done enough of that for one night. He�d let him down and abandoned him to face the demons on his own, but no more he would be there for him, Vic was determined to get him through the days and weeks ahead. He looked down at Dutch�s bruised face frowning at his pallor, the pale whiteness of earlier beginning to be tinged with a subtle shade of grey. That was not a good sign Vic knew and he glanced at the door willing the paramedics to hurry up. As if on command he heard the sound of footsteps hurrying up the stairs, equipment bumping into the walls in their hurry on the way up. One of the policemen from the hallway burst through the door then followed by two paramedics. Vic pulled himself upright slowly rising to his feet as the paramedics rushed over to them,
"Quick I think he�s hurt really badly." He told them indicating Dutch.
While one knelt down next to Dutch pulling the blanket from his body and beginning to examining him the other paramedic was trying to shine a light into Vic�s eyes.
"Sir�sir can you look at the light please," He was saying to Vic. "Can you tell me were you unconscious�sir were you unconscious."
Vic turned towards him tearing his eyes away from the other paramedic and Dutch,
"What?" He asked the man.
"Did you lose consciousness from the blow to your head." The paramediced aed again this time speaking slowly still shining that annoying penlight in Vic�s eyes.
"Maybe for a couple of minutes�but I�m fine. It�s him you should be looking after... I�m alright." Vic told him jerking his head away from the annoying light.
"My partner is assessing your friend sir, but you�ve been hurt to and I need to assess your condition."
"I�m fine a bit of a headache is all. Now stop fussing about with me and help Dutch." Vic tried to keep the irritation from his voice, but knew he didn�t succeed when he saw the other man back up a little from him and look towards his partner. The paramedic by Dutch glanced up at them and after quickly assessing Vic with his eyes said to his partner,
"It�s ok I could do with some help here." The older paramedic who had been examining Dutch told his younger partner.
Then he proceeded to launch into an assessment of Dutch�s condition that scared the crap out of Vic,
"Set up a couple of large bore IV�s before we lose his veins," He told his partner who scrabbled through one of the equipment bags they�d brought with them so he could do as he�d been instructed. "We need to start getting fluids into him. It looks like hypovolaemic shock; he�s hypotensive, tachycardic and hypothermic. We�ve got multiple rib fractures so possible spleen injury."
While the younger paramedic began inserting what seemed to Vic to be huge needles into Dutch the other one lifted his eyelids and shone one of those annoying lights into his eyes, his mouth tightening slightly at what he found.
"Left pupil reactive, right pupil dilated and sluggish. Head injury probable concussion possible skull fracture. Let�s get a mask on with 100% oxygen, put on the neck collar and fetch the backboard out of the rig."
Vic watched as their hands moved quickly and efficiently over Dutch, he was ignoring the policeman who hovered by his elbow trying to get his attention. When the younger paramedic hurried out to get the backboard the older paramedic looked up at Vic and asked,
"Can you tell me what happened sir?"
Vic took a breath and knew that he had to tell them everything or nearly everything, they didn�t need all the details, but what he had to say would be enough. He could sense the policeman by him poised to take down what he said to start the investigation rolling. He licked his lips and focused on Dutch,
"We were asleep and a couple of armed men broke into the house. They hit us around a little then�then�they ah�they took it in turns to rape Dutch and then one of them kicked him and just wouldn�t stop�I thought he was going to kill him." He stopped squeezing his eyes tightly closed for a moment the silence enveloped the room until it was broken by the paramedic gently asking,
"And your head wound?"
"One of them must have hit me with a gun, knocked me out for a couple of minutes, but I�m fine." He added hastily.
"You�ll have to come with us to the hospital though sir to be checked out, ok?" The man told him.
"Sure," Vic told him. "But just look after Dutch. He�s�he�s been through enough."
"Of course." The paramedic smiled at Vic and then turned towards the door as his partner re-entered the room. "Good let�s get on with this. I want to be at the hospital in 15."
As they got to work carefully moving Dutch Vic couldn�t ignore the hovering cop any longer.
"Just a few questions detective�?"
"Mackey." Vic supplied.
"Yeah, detective Mackey, and this is?" He asked, waving his pen in Dutch�s direction.
"Detective Wagenbach, Farmington Division."
"Right and you two, what live together or something?" The policeman asked, his tone slightly mocking.
Vic glanced at him sharply seeing what was being implied. Knowing the attitude being expressed, he�d seen similar prejudice expressed a hundred times in this job. If he didn�t nip this in the bud him and Dutch would just be a couple of faggot cops who got what they deserved, and hey maybe they enjoyed it perverts. He stepped in as close to the smirking cop as he could, his face just inches from his,
"Not that it�s any of your business, but Dutch is a friend of mine from work and he was doing me a favour by letting me use his spare room for a few days ok!"
"Yeah sure detective," The cop said the cockiness gone from his tone. "Hey I�m sorry I didn�t mean to imply anything, I was just trying to get the facts straight you know."
"Yeah right. Well you make sure you get them right then because I don�t want to have to continue this conversation with you at a later date�do I make myself clear?" Vic snarled at him.
"Yeah�crystal clear."
"Good�Dutch is a damn good cop and he sacrificed himself to save my life. You write that down in your fucking note book!" Vic said turning away from him.
"We need to move now." The older paramedic told Vic. "You�ll be coming along with us."
"Ok." Vic said heading out of the room in front of them as he had one thing he wanted to get before they left.
Once downstairs he quickly ducked into the kitchen and picked up Dutch�s mobile phone from the counter slipping it into his pocket as he hurried outside to catch up with the paramedics who were loading Dutch into their ambulance. The second cop was there, his partner staying in the house and out of Mackey�s way.
"Can you get hold of Captain Aceveda, Farmington Division and let him know what�s happened?" Vic asked him, not wanting to speak to Aceveda yet.
"Of course," The cop assured him. "What hospital should I tell him?" He called to the paramedics.
The younger paramedic paused as he made his way to the driver�s side of the ambulance,
"Trauma centre at King/Drew Medical Centre." He replied.
"Detective Mackey!" The other paramedic called out to him as he leaned forward waiting for Vic to get in before he closed the back doors.
As Vic climbed in he saw another black and white arrive at the scene as well as a couple of Westwood detectives and a CSI unit. The cop he�d just spoken to strolled across to the detectives, and as the door finally slammed shut and the ambulance pulled away with it�s lights flashing and it�s siren wailing, he saw him begin to fill them in on what had happened.
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