FICLY TIME! This one is about a cop who makes a mistake and lands himself in the operating room, but he’s not the one on the table.

I had a hundred good reasons not to send so much as a card this past Valentine’s Day, but I did because I wasn’t sure if I’d be around for the next one, and I knew that Lisa was depressed and could use a pick-me-up. So far, so good. I’m not sick or anything, not physically.

One dumb mistake on the job and I was in the operating room. It was the fourteenth of February. A rooftop shortcut that some schmuck took to a friends house ended with two rounds in his back, and I had fired them. The kid survived, thank god. Would have been jail or worse for me if he hadn’t.

I’m in my old sneakers, street clothes, not my blue uniform and badge.

The kid just collapsed, and the blood was everywhere. The bullets missed his heart, but one of them got jammed in his liver. I was told that this would all be kept quiet if I went to watch the surgery they had to perform on the him. I needed to see the damage I’d done.

Lisa sends me a text message that I don’t read as I watch them pull the lead out. Lights, rubber gloves, scalpel. All the while the heart monitor beeps, beeps, beeps…

Originally on Ficly: http://ficly.com/stories/16900