Bullet wound
Title: Bullet wound
Pairing: Banghim
Rating: PG15
Summary: Himchan gets shot on the job.
Notes: Apologies if this sucks, I'm going through a bit of writers block and I wanted to write something and this guy on tv got shot and this just came out of it
It happens so fast that no one really knows what happened.
One minute Himchan is chasing a suspect.
The next he’s on the floor, with a searing, blistering pain in his shoulder.
The fucker shot him.
He wheezes as he hits the ground, screaming through gritted teeth because shit, that hurts - that really fucking hurts. His walkie-talkie crackles with static between frantic shouts. Man down. Man down. The perp is getting away but there’s a man down. He squeezes his eyes shut in attempt to fight back the tears.
His life doesn’t flash before his eyes like it does in movies but there’s a face burned into the back of his closed eyelids and he feels a sharp pain in his chest - a completely different sort of pain to the throbbing and bleeding in his shoulder.
His heart aches … for him.
Footsteps echo around him, bouncing off the alley walls. There’s more shouting and louder voices, the sounds of rubber soled boots squeaking around him. Hands work at ripping open his uniform shirt and there’s a sudden pressure against his wound. He grunts as a tear slips across his temple, barely noticing the thumb that wipes it away.
‘Chan-ah’
Yongguk.
‘Don’t you fucking die on me’ Growls the elder male and Himchan cracks open an eye to see the other hovering over him. His partner, Yongguk, looks pale - paler than Himchan’s ever seen him and there’s a deep crease between his brows. He looks terrified.
‘Piss off, Yonggukie. It’s only a flesh wound. It takes more than a bullet to take Kim Himchan down’
Yongguk tries to laugh but it’s not very convincing. The siren of an ambulance begins to trickle through and there’s more voices around him, shouting things he doesn’t catch. The pain in his shoulder is worse now and he feels weaker, stomach churning. Yongguk runs a hand through his hair, warm fingers rubbing at his scalp.
It doesn’t ease the pain but it makes Himchan think that maybe this will be alright.
He closes his eyes as the paramedics arrive and some minutes later, when he’s loaded onto an ambulance and a paramedic sticks a needle into his arm. He feels Yongguk’s palm, hot and heavy in his and he squeezes.
It’s alright.
I’m alright.