Shot
Rocker x reader
Story 3
Summary: Its been eight months since you slept with Rocker. Its been hard but you both have managed to not let it happen again. Still good friends at work. You manage to get caught in a bank robbery off duty.
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You shift your weight from one foot fo another as you wait in line at the bank. Only two people ahead of you.
All of a sudden a group of five people walk in with heavy guns and masks.
“Everyone get down now!” One yells firing his gun in the air.
“This cant be happening.” You say quietly to yourself. Surly one of the bank tellers triggered the silent alarm.
“No body move!” Another commands.
Trying to come up with a plan quick scanning the area. Out numbered and out gunned anything you try to do could get you killed.
Police should be here soon, hopefully.
You see the cops pull up through the window, SWAT right behind them.
Some how you and Rocker immediately made eye contact through the window. His facial expression stern and now his focus is to get the civilians out and you safety.
With your hands you tell him 5 shooters and 14 civilians. So he knows what hes working with. Usually with bank robberies the numbers can be unsure.
You see how Rockers team is going to enter the building. Everything is going to plan intill the person beside you sees your badge flash on your hip.
“You’re a cop?! Do something!” They say. “Shhh! The cops are here. Im out numbered here. Trust me.” You tell them.
“Shut up!” A robber yells in our direction, thankfully he didnt hear the cop part. “Shes a cop, shes going to arrest all of you!” The person yells.
All of a sudden you’re lying on the ground a throbbing pain in your stomach and blood pouring out of you. You become light headed.
“Hey, hey, hey. Keep your eyes open sweetheart.” Rocker says kneeling beside you. He puts pressure on the gunshot wound calling for a medic.
“25- david is down!” He says on the radio. “Open your eyes baby. You’re gonna be okay. Just open your eyes” he begs.
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You hear a constant steady beeping noise. You open your eyes and see an unfamiliar ceiling, trying to remember where you were but cant think of anything.
You feel your mouth is open trying to close it your feel something plastic keeping it open. You move your hand to your mouth and feel a tube.
You panic trying to get it out thrashing around on the bed but immediately wince in pain.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart. Its okay. Calm down.” A voice says grabbing your wrists pinning you down.
You eyes dart around trying to focus on something. You see a face with deep brown eyes looking at you.
“I need a doctor!” The face yells towards the door.
All of a sudden there were other faces surrounding you none of them familiar. They removed the tubing in your mouth and replaced it with a tube in your nose that went around your ears.
“How much pain are you in?” One of the faces asks. “A lot?” You answer unsure. She puts a bag of liquid on a metal pole that has a tube going into your arm.
After awhile they all leave and the first face you saw came walking back in the room, but was followed by a new group of faces.
“Hey there. You gave us a scare there.” A tall man with gray hair and a well trimmed gray beard said.
“Who…..who are you?” You ask weakly, your voice a soft loud whisper. The man furrowed his brows as if he was trying to see if you were being serious or not.
“Deacon. Im Deacon.” The man tells you. You shut your eyes trying to think of someone called Deacon. But when you do you see a bank, a gun, then its blank.
“You…..you shot me?” You ask unsure of what is going on. Everyone looks at each other with concern as you try to put pieces together.
“No, you were at the bank during the robbery. You were shot. You don’t remember?” Deacon tells you. “I’m going to go get the doctor.” The girl says stepping out of the room.
“Bank robbery? How…. How did you know that was in my brain?” You asks.
The docotr came in and did a check up on you. He informed the others that your confusion is caused by the loss of blood and being in a coma for three days. He said your memory should slowly come back to you. Just give it time.
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“Rocker?” You say trying to get his attention. He immediately got up from the chair he was napping in. “Yes sweetheart? What is it?” He says at your bedside.
“You….you saved me.” You tell him. Your memory came back and you remember seeing Rockers face just before you blacked out.
A smile came across his face as he pushed some loose hair behind your ear. “I’m just glad you’re awake now.” He says.
“Do they know?” You ask him. “Know what?” He asks furrowing his brows, unsure of what you’re asking. “Do they know about us?” You ask more clearly.
“Oh. No. I don’t think so. I just told them i would stay here with you since i’m the last person you saw.” He explains.
“I’m going to sign the paper.” You tell him. You know what the outcome is going to be once word gets out that you are dating the leader of 50 squad but he saved your life and the past eight months have been brutal.
“But your career, are you sure?” Rocker asks trying to keep his excitement down incase you change your mind.
“I can handle gossip if i can handle getting shot.” You smile.
Rockers face lights up as he leans down and plants a deep loving kiss on your lips.
“If anyone gives you any shit let me know and i’ll make sure they get stuck on armor duty intill they retire.” Rocker says. You laugh at that but grabbed your side in pain.
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