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It was supposed to be a normal traffic stop.
**just a normal FUCKING traffic stop.**
Charlie had been stuck with speed tracking duty just on the outskirts of town, the main road that lead into Pinecrest - there had been recent issues with tourists speeding through town, a couple close calls with some hikers and more than a few road signs being crashed into.
Charlie didn’t mind it, all it meant was that he got to sit in his police cruiser, tracking the occasional cars speed and getting to sit back and relax. Too many feet patrols, had his lower back killing him.
Just as Charlie pulled his phone out to call you, a white truck came barreling by, damn near side swiping his cruiser. Charlie cursed under his breath, shifted his car into gear and quickly updated dispatch - *”nah, don’t need any back up. I’ll keep y’all updated.”*
Luckily, as Charlie sped down the empty road and flipped on his cruiser lights, the white truck he pursued pulled over about a mile and half away. The male driver was friendly enough when Charlie approached, easily handed over all the information and as Charlie turned to return to his cruiser the fucker kicked open his truck door and shot at Charlie.
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“Unfortunately, the bullets did some real damage to his lower spine.” The voice of the surgeon sounded distant as you stood in the hospitals waiting room, Charlie’s parents and his sister stood near them as well. The shocked cry of Charlie’s mom brought you out of their stupor, the ringing in their ears dampening as the surgeons voice became clearer. “We were able to remove the two bullets, the one in his spine and the other in his left shoulder.”
“Will he be able to walk?” James Sutton, Charlie’s dad, asked as his wife buried her face into his chest. James’ voice was shaky, and his usual strong and calm demeanor diminishing by the second as the surgeon frowned deeply at the question. “I am…unsure, Mr. Sutton. Right now, it’s hard to tell how the healing process will be.”
“Doctor, Charlie Sutton is awake now.” A young nurse says as she walks into the waiting room, her eyes flickering over the small gathering of the Sutton family. “He’s asking to see his spouse, you Sutton.”
“Go on,” Claire, Charlie’s sister, encourages you with a small smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes as she nods her head towards the nurse “we’ll see him in a bit.”
The nurse quietly leads you down the pristine, white hallway of the hospital - it smells of cleaning supplies and something that could only be described as uniquely hospital, it stings and settles in the back of you’s throat, their heart beating out of their chest and their ears ring. The nurse says something as she pushes one of the doors open, but it was hard to hear beneath the blood thumping inside of you’s head, mixing with the low beep of the heart monitor connected to Charlie, concocting a headache that settles just behind their eyes.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Charlie says, his voice soft and hoarse and he tries to adjust himself on the hospital bed only to grimace and softly cuss as pain shoots through his body. He tries to smile, but he’s not sure if it’s because he wants to make you believe he’s fine. “I’m…fuck, im glad you’re here.”
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