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Here's chapter 2 of my fanfic! I wasn't certain if I should make this as mature or not. let me know, and I'll make the appropriate changes :)
If you fave, comments are appreciated!
Nick strolled through the sparsely populated building. It was the weekend, and as such, the building was mostly unoccupied aside from a few weekend workers, custodians, and security. Nick couldn't figure out how the chipmunk slipped past security. She must have worked here, previously, or the guards were just lazy. He pressed the elevator button with the arrow pointing up. A minute later, there was a ding, and the elevator doors opened to reveal an abstractly designed interior. He stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor. The low, ambient jazz music, which Nick recognized as Kenny G, filled the small space.
About a minute later, there was another ding, and the elevator doors opened. Nick stepped out and caught sight of Wolford, who was standing guard at the roof access, looking in his direction. Wolford keyed his radio. “Wolford to Jackson, Wilde has arrived.”
“Ten-Four,” came Jackson’s reply.
The canine pair exchanged nods and Nick approached the roof access. As he was about to pass Wolford, he rested his paw on Nick's shoulder, causing Nick to look up at him. “She's pretty distraught, Nick. Be very careful,” said the gray wolf. With a reassuring smile, Nick patted Wolford on the arm and began to make his way up the stairwell. Once he got to the top, Nick slowly pushed the horizontal bar mounted on the door. With a dull “clack”, the door opened, revealing a wet, pea gravel covered rooftop.
Stepping out onto the roof, the smooth gravel shifting under his feet, Nick looked around until he saw her, the rust-furred chipmunk sitting on the ledge to the left, next to the motor that operated the scaffold about ten feet away with her legs dangling off the edge, wearing a wedding dress, and soaking wet. “Hello, Monica,” said Nick as the door closed behind him. The chipmunk stood up, facing him. “Stop! Don’t come any closer!” she exclaimed. “I’ll jump, I swear to god!”
Nick put his paws up in a non-threatening manner. “Okay, okay. Let’s just stay calm. Can you tell me why you're doing this?” He asked.
Monica turned her back to him and sat down hugging her knees to her chest, sobbing. Nick looked her up and down, cocking his head to the side. “Jilted at the altar, I take it?” He queried.
Monica looked back at him. “What's it to you?” she said gruffly.
He shrugged. “Well, that wedding dress isn't exactly casual. Not that you don't look lovely in it, by the way.”
The chipmunk glared at him. “I don't need to be flattered, Fox!” She spat the last word. Almost instantly, her face flashed a look of regret. “I'm sorry,” she said, quickly. “I--I didn't mean that. I swear I don't hold anything against foxes, or preds. I just, I've been through a lot, lately.” She said through crying.
Nick smiled reassuringly. “It’s alright, I completely understand. To be honest, I've been used to that kind of talk for a long time. And it's okay, everyone has their preconceptions, even me.” Nick leaned against an air conditioning unit which was humming quietly, and crossed one leg in front of the other, clasping his paws in front of him. “So, can you tell me what happened?”
The chipmunk humorlessly chuckled. “Why do you care?”
Nick unconsciously took a step forward, placing both paws on his chest to emphasize his point. “Because I’ve been where you are, Monica.” He stated, calmly. “I’ve been down that road.”
Monica looked him over. “Really? What happened?”
“I asked you first, ma’am,” said Nick with a gesture of his paw.
Monica huffed, still sitting with her knees to her chest.
“I’ve got time,” Nick said, casually positioning himself around the corner of the AC unit just a few feet from her and leaning his back against the next side.
After spending a few minutes collecting herself, Monica looked off into the distance, her usually fluffy tail twitched as she figured out where to start. Finally, she opened her mouth. “If--if you must know, my...ex-fiance,” She said, fresh tears beginning to form. “I caught that bastard having sex in a closet with my best friend, who was my Maid of Honor.” Tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the rain still falling from the sky. “No one could find him, so everyone started looking, I opened a closet door and there he was, on top of her. I ran out of the chapel, and just kept running.”
“That is not cool,” Nick said, lowering his ears and shaking his head, looking at the chipmunk with sympathy. Feeling like there was more to the story, he slid down the side of the AC unit and rested his right knee on the ground while planting his heel against the AC unit's side and rested both paws on his left knee, listening to the small mammal in front of him, intently.
“And..” Monica began. “That’s not the only thing that happened.” She sobbed. “I lost both my parents in a car wreck a few months ago. Drunk driver.”
Nick’s ears perked up. He remembered Wolford bringing in a drunk driver a few months back. a deer with a broken antler, and other superficial wounds, who’d killed a chipmunk couple in a car accident. He’d been charged with involuntary mammalslaughter, as well as drunk driving. He'd been tried, convicted, and sentenced to 20 years.
“And last week,” Monica spoke again. “I lost my job of 5 years because I lost my cool on a customer. They just pulled me in the office and told me 'I understand you're under a lot of stress, but I can't have you yelling at customers. I'm gonna have to let you go.’ They didn't even think to send me to counseling or just write me up. They just fired me outright! And now this..” She sobbed into her soaked gown. “I can’t even go back to my fiancee’s apartment because of what he did. It's like my life decided to come crashing down all at once. What did I do to deserve that? It's not fair!!” She screamed, slamming her fist on the concrete.
Nick couldn't form words. He was genuinely shocked by everything that had happened to this poor girl. He could tell she was a very sweet mammal who wouldn't hurt a fly and loved everyone. A tear formed at the corner of his eye and began to travel down his cheek, only to mix with the rainwater soaking his fur. Monica looked at Nick through her tears, seeing the pained expression on his face with his ears lowered. “Do you still have any family? Siblings, aunts or uncles, grandparents?” He asked.
She sniffled. “Just my grandmother.”
“Okay,” Nick said softly, nodding. “So, just ask yourself this: your grandmother had to see her child buried a few months ago. Do you want to put her through the pain of having to bury her granddaughter, too?”
Monica mulled over his words, shamefully looking down to the crowd below. She hadn’t even thought about how it might hurt her grandmother. “I, I don’t know,” she said, her voice quavering. “I don’t want to burden her.”
“You’d be burdening her either way, Monica. Be it having to put a roof over your head, or having to bury you,” said Nick. He mentally kicked himself for saying that, unsure of how she’d feel about what he said. He then got an idea. “Monica, may I suggest something?” he said.
Monica looked at him, listening carefully.
Nick took a deep breath. “Six years ago, I was in a very dark place. Not far from where you are now. I’d been living a dishonest life, and I got sick of it. So, I tried going back to the only glimmer of light in my life that could help me be a decent mammal, only to find out that it’s been gone for a long time. So, I decided to go out on my own terms. And was on my way when something stopped me. That so--”
Nick was interrupted by Jackson calling on his radio, “Wilde, what’s your status?”
Nick sighed to himself in annoyance and keyed his mic. “Wilde here, stand by,” he said.
“10-4.”
Nick turned down the volume on his radio and turned his attention back to Monica. “Something made me realize that there could be another happy day and that some light in my life could return, someday. So I decided to stick it out for a few more years until that happened. And look at me now,” Nick spread his arms to his sides to show himself to her, “I’m a police officer up here on the roof trying to convince you to not make a mistake. And I’ll tell you what that something told me. If you truly believe deep down in your heart that you’ll never have another happy day, then go ahead and take that shortcut to the lobby. But if you think there could be even the slightest chance that there might be another happy day in your life, then please,” Nick slowly held his paw out to her with pleading eyes, “take my paw, and come back down with me.”
Monica sat still, looking back and forth between his eyes and his paw he’d extended out to her. She thought about what Nick had said very carefully as both mammals were so lost in the situation that neither of them had noticed the rain had stopped and the sun was shining on them.
The tiny chipmunk ultimately decided to take Nick at his word and moved to take his paw. However, Monica had not noticed that all the rain on the smooth concrete had created a slick surface as her paw slipped out from underneath her and she let out a terrified scream as she began to fall over the outside edge and plummet to the ground.
Nick watched in horror as Monica slipped and fell off the building, seeing her terrified expression. Without hesitation, he dug his toes in and launched himself over the ledge, planted both feet on the underside and kicked off straight down. With the wind rushing through his fur and ears pinned back, Nick was able to easily catch up to Monica due to the extra velocity his legs gave him when he kicked off. The sound of the wind nearly drowned out the terrified screams of the crowd below. He wrapped Monica tightly in his right arm, and tried grabbing the scaffolding cable to stop his descent, but he was only able to slow himself down before he managed to catch the railing of the window washing scaffold with his left paw just before he passed it. Nick yelled out in pain as he suddenly felt a snap in his left shoulder, nearly making him lose grip on the railing. The chipmunk clung to his arm, whimpering with her face buried in the fabric of his uniform.
Nick looked down to the terrified mammal. “Monica, Monica! Open your eyes and look at me!” He said, trying his best to not seem as scared even though he was.
Monica hesitantly fluttered her eyes open and looked up at Nick, who had a serious expression. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Listen to me, Monica,” Nick said. “I've got you, and I won't let go. Now look, we have to get you onto this scaffold, here, then it's a straight shot into the building. I need you to be brave, sweetie. Can you do that or me?”
Monica looked at him apprehensively, she realized he jumped after her when she fell off the building, and now, they were dangling 18 stories off the ground. She buried her face back into his arm. “I can't!” She cried, “I can't move! I'm too scared!”
“Monica, sweetheart, I know you're scared. I am too,” he admitted. He was thankful to himself for turning his radio down because he could hear through the low volume that Judy and Jackson were screaming at him, and directing Wolford to their location. “But need to work together, ok?”
Monica whimpered, clinging tighter to Nick's arm.
Nick sighed, trying to think of something else. His grip was beginning to slip, and they didn't have much time left. Suddenly, he got an idea. “Monica,” he said, “You're gonna have to hold onto my belt. so I can hold on with my other paw, because I think I broke my shoulder, and my grip is slipping.”
“A-alright, I'll try,” she said. She hesitantly moved down Nick's body, her claws digging into his uniform for an anchor. She slipped both arms in opposite ways underneath the belt.
Satisfied that Monica was secure, Nick grabbed ahold of the railing with his right paw and held on tight as he let his left paw go, and pinned his arm to his body just as the window the scaffold was attached to opened to reveal Wolford standing in the frame, looking worried.
“Nick!” Wolford yelled. “Nick, you alright?”
“We're down here, Wolford! We're gonna need a helping paw,” said Nick, before he looked down to Monica. “Now Monica, try not to pull my pants down. It'll be very awkward for everyone,” he joked, which got a slight giggle out of Monica.
“Not the time, Nick!” Wolford said as he carefully stepped onto the scaffold and bent over the railing, grasping Nick's arm and hoisting both him and Monica up. With the crowd’s terrified screams replaced with cheers, he turned around and carried both mammals inside the building, and set them down on the floor as Nick sighed in relief, grateful to be safely inside.
Monica clung to Nick's torso. “I-I’m so so-orry! I slipped!” She said through sobbing.
“Shhhh, it's okay. We're okay. You're safe, now,” Nick said softly, gently patting her tiny back with two digits.
Wolford kneeled down next to Nick and keyed his mic, “Wilde and the chipmunk are safely inside. May need a bus.”
“10-4. Be advised, Hopps is on her way up,” came Jackson's voice on the radio.
As if on cue, Judy suddenly burst into the room, with a frantic expression, “Nick, are you okay!?” she exclaimed, running to the trio.
“We’re fine, Hopps,” Nick said. “We're okay.” Nick winced at the pain in his shoulder. “We just need a minute.”
Judy got down on her knees, visibly irritated at Nick for his stunt. But her expression softened when she saw the sorrowful look he was giving her. She could tell his heart truly broke for Monica. Judy grasped Nick's paw and gave it a squeeze, offering a reassuring smile to Nick, who returned it.
“Are we ready to go?” Nick asked Monica.
Monica took a moment to collect herself before she looked up at Nick and nodded.
After she reluctantly hopped off Nick's lap, he began to put weight on his left arm to get himself up and hissed in pain. It was like someone stuck a knife in his shoulder.
“Nick, what's wrong?” Judy said, concerned.
“I think it's my shoulder,” he answered.
“Let me take a look,” said Wolford, kneeling down. After they got Nick's shirt off, Judy cringed at the sight of his shoulder, which had an unnatural bulge in the top. “Ouch, looks like you dislocated your shoulder,” he said.
“Can you reset it?” Said Nick.
“Sure I can,” Wolford said with a smile, “I was an EMT before I joined the force, remember?”
“Right,” said Nick.
Judy turned Monica away as Wolford grasped Nick's elbow with one paw and his wrist with the other, “You might feel some pain, so just work with me,” A nod from Nick gave Wolford the ok to proceed. He gently rotated Nick's forearm outward until he felt resistance; with Nick grunting from the pain, he then brought his elbow in, keeping his wrist stationary, and finally, rotated Nick’s forearm back inside resting on his chest. “There we go, buddy. Good as new.” Wolford said, patting him on the shoulder, gently.
Nick winced from his good-natured pat. “Then why does it still hurt like hell?”
“You may have some soft tissue damage. You’ll probably have to get an x-ray,” said Wolford.
Monica ran to Nick’s side, “Officer Wilde, I-I’m so sorry you got hurt! This is all my fa-”
“Monica,” Nick said, cutting her off. “It’s alright. Occupational hazard, comes with the job.” He offered her a reassuring smile. “Shall we get going?”
Monica was surprised at Nick’s forgiveness. He had just literally jumped off a building to save her life and got hurt in the process. Any other mammal probably would have been furious with her. She reluctantly nodded, following the 3 officers to the exit.
Here's chapter 2 of my fanfic! I wasn't certain if I should make this as mature or not. let me know, and I'll make the appropriate changes :)
If you fave, comments are appreciated!
Nick strolled through the sparsely populated building. It was the weekend, and as such, the building was mostly unoccupied aside from a few weekend workers, custodians, and security. Nick couldn't figure out how the chipmunk slipped past security. She must have worked here, previously, or the guards were just lazy. He pressed the elevator button with the arrow pointing up. A minute later, there was a ding, and the elevator doors opened to reveal an abstractly designed interior. He stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor. The low, ambient jazz music, which Nick recognized as Kenny G, filled the small space.
About a minute later, there was another ding, and the elevator doors opened. Nick stepped out and caught sight of Wolford, who was standing guard at the roof access, looking in his direction. Wolford keyed his radio. “Wolford to Jackson, Wilde has arrived.”
“Ten-Four,” came Jackson’s reply.
The canine pair exchanged nods and Nick approached the roof access. As he was about to pass Wolford, he rested his paw on Nick's shoulder, causing Nick to look up at him. “She's pretty distraught, Nick. Be very careful,” said the gray wolf. With a reassuring smile, Nick patted Wolford on the arm and began to make his way up the stairwell. Once he got to the top, Nick slowly pushed the horizontal bar mounted on the door. With a dull “clack”, the door opened, revealing a wet, pea gravel covered rooftop.
Stepping out onto the roof, the smooth gravel shifting under his feet, Nick looked around until he saw her, the rust-furred chipmunk sitting on the ledge to the left, next to the motor that operated the scaffold about ten feet away with her legs dangling off the edge, wearing a wedding dress, and soaking wet. “Hello, Monica,” said Nick as the door closed behind him. The chipmunk stood up, facing him. “Stop! Don’t come any closer!” she exclaimed. “I’ll jump, I swear to god!”
Nick put his paws up in a non-threatening manner. “Okay, okay. Let’s just stay calm. Can you tell me why you're doing this?” He asked.
Monica turned her back to him and sat down hugging her knees to her chest, sobbing. Nick looked her up and down, cocking his head to the side. “Jilted at the altar, I take it?” He queried.
Monica looked back at him. “What's it to you?” she said gruffly.
He shrugged. “Well, that wedding dress isn't exactly casual. Not that you don't look lovely in it, by the way.”
The chipmunk glared at him. “I don't need to be flattered, Fox!” She spat the last word. Almost instantly, her face flashed a look of regret. “I'm sorry,” she said, quickly. “I--I didn't mean that. I swear I don't hold anything against foxes, or preds. I just, I've been through a lot, lately.” She said through crying.
Nick smiled reassuringly. “It’s alright, I completely understand. To be honest, I've been used to that kind of talk for a long time. And it's okay, everyone has their preconceptions, even me.” Nick leaned against an air conditioning unit which was humming quietly, and crossed one leg in front of the other, clasping his paws in front of him. “So, can you tell me what happened?”
The chipmunk humorlessly chuckled. “Why do you care?”
Nick unconsciously took a step forward, placing both paws on his chest to emphasize his point. “Because I’ve been where you are, Monica.” He stated, calmly. “I’ve been down that road.”
Monica looked him over. “Really? What happened?”
“I asked you first, ma’am,” said Nick with a gesture of his paw.
Monica huffed, still sitting with her knees to her chest.
“I’ve got time,” Nick said, casually positioning himself around the corner of the AC unit just a few feet from her and leaning his back against the next side.
After spending a few minutes collecting herself, Monica looked off into the distance, her usually fluffy tail twitched as she figured out where to start. Finally, she opened her mouth. “If--if you must know, my...ex-fiance,” She said, fresh tears beginning to form. “I caught that bastard having sex in a closet with my best friend, who was my Maid of Honor.” Tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the rain still falling from the sky. “No one could find him, so everyone started looking, I opened a closet door and there he was, on top of her. I ran out of the chapel, and just kept running.”
“That is not cool,” Nick said, lowering his ears and shaking his head, looking at the chipmunk with sympathy. Feeling like there was more to the story, he slid down the side of the AC unit and rested his right knee on the ground while planting his heel against the AC unit's side and rested both paws on his left knee, listening to the small mammal in front of him, intently.
“And..” Monica began. “That’s not the only thing that happened.” She sobbed. “I lost both my parents in a car wreck a few months ago. Drunk driver.”
Nick’s ears perked up. He remembered Wolford bringing in a drunk driver a few months back. a deer with a broken antler, and other superficial wounds, who’d killed a chipmunk couple in a car accident. He’d been charged with involuntary mammalslaughter, as well as drunk driving. He'd been tried, convicted, and sentenced to 20 years.
“And last week,” Monica spoke again. “I lost my job of 5 years because I lost my cool on a customer. They just pulled me in the office and told me 'I understand you're under a lot of stress, but I can't have you yelling at customers. I'm gonna have to let you go.’ They didn't even think to send me to counseling or just write me up. They just fired me outright! And now this..” She sobbed into her soaked gown. “I can’t even go back to my fiancee’s apartment because of what he did. It's like my life decided to come crashing down all at once. What did I do to deserve that? It's not fair!!” She screamed, slamming her fist on the concrete.
Nick couldn't form words. He was genuinely shocked by everything that had happened to this poor girl. He could tell she was a very sweet mammal who wouldn't hurt a fly and loved everyone. A tear formed at the corner of his eye and began to travel down his cheek, only to mix with the rainwater soaking his fur. Monica looked at Nick through her tears, seeing the pained expression on his face with his ears lowered. “Do you still have any family? Siblings, aunts or uncles, grandparents?” He asked.
She sniffled. “Just my grandmother.”
“Okay,” Nick said softly, nodding. “So, just ask yourself this: your grandmother had to see her child buried a few months ago. Do you want to put her through the pain of having to bury her granddaughter, too?”
Monica mulled over his words, shamefully looking down to the crowd below. She hadn’t even thought about how it might hurt her grandmother. “I, I don’t know,” she said, her voice quavering. “I don’t want to burden her.”
“You’d be burdening her either way, Monica. Be it having to put a roof over your head, or having to bury you,” said Nick. He mentally kicked himself for saying that, unsure of how she’d feel about what he said. He then got an idea. “Monica, may I suggest something?” he said.
Monica looked at him, listening carefully.
Nick took a deep breath. “Six years ago, I was in a very dark place. Not far from where you are now. I’d been living a dishonest life, and I got sick of it. So, I tried going back to the only glimmer of light in my life that could help me be a decent mammal, only to find out that it’s been gone for a long time. So, I decided to go out on my own terms. And was on my way when something stopped me. That so--”
Nick was interrupted by Jackson calling on his radio, “Wilde, what’s your status?”
Nick sighed to himself in annoyance and keyed his mic. “Wilde here, stand by,” he said.
“10-4.”
Nick turned down the volume on his radio and turned his attention back to Monica. “Something made me realize that there could be another happy day and that some light in my life could return, someday. So I decided to stick it out for a few more years until that happened. And look at me now,” Nick spread his arms to his sides to show himself to her, “I’m a police officer up here on the roof trying to convince you to not make a mistake. And I’ll tell you what that something told me. If you truly believe deep down in your heart that you’ll never have another happy day, then go ahead and take that shortcut to the lobby. But if you think there could be even the slightest chance that there might be another happy day in your life, then please,” Nick slowly held his paw out to her with pleading eyes, “take my paw, and come back down with me.”
Monica sat still, looking back and forth between his eyes and his paw he’d extended out to her. She thought about what Nick had said very carefully as both mammals were so lost in the situation that neither of them had noticed the rain had stopped and the sun was shining on them.
The tiny chipmunk ultimately decided to take Nick at his word and moved to take his paw. However, Monica had not noticed that all the rain on the smooth concrete had created a slick surface as her paw slipped out from underneath her and she let out a terrified scream as she began to fall over the outside edge and plummet to the ground.
Nick watched in horror as Monica slipped and fell off the building, seeing her terrified expression. Without hesitation, he dug his toes in and launched himself over the ledge, planted both feet on the underside and kicked off straight down. With the wind rushing through his fur and ears pinned back, Nick was able to easily catch up to Monica due to the extra velocity his legs gave him when he kicked off. The sound of the wind nearly drowned out the terrified screams of the crowd below. He wrapped Monica tightly in his right arm, and tried grabbing the scaffolding cable to stop his descent, but he was only able to slow himself down before he managed to catch the railing of the window washing scaffold with his left paw just before he passed it. Nick yelled out in pain as he suddenly felt a snap in his left shoulder, nearly making him lose grip on the railing. The chipmunk clung to his arm, whimpering with her face buried in the fabric of his uniform.
Nick looked down to the terrified mammal. “Monica, Monica! Open your eyes and look at me!” He said, trying his best to not seem as scared even though he was.
Monica hesitantly fluttered her eyes open and looked up at Nick, who had a serious expression. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Listen to me, Monica,” Nick said. “I've got you, and I won't let go. Now look, we have to get you onto this scaffold, here, then it's a straight shot into the building. I need you to be brave, sweetie. Can you do that or me?”
Monica looked at him apprehensively, she realized he jumped after her when she fell off the building, and now, they were dangling 18 stories off the ground. She buried her face back into his arm. “I can't!” She cried, “I can't move! I'm too scared!”
“Monica, sweetheart, I know you're scared. I am too,” he admitted. He was thankful to himself for turning his radio down because he could hear through the low volume that Judy and Jackson were screaming at him, and directing Wolford to their location. “But need to work together, ok?”
Monica whimpered, clinging tighter to Nick's arm.
Nick sighed, trying to think of something else. His grip was beginning to slip, and they didn't have much time left. Suddenly, he got an idea. “Monica,” he said, “You're gonna have to hold onto my belt. so I can hold on with my other paw, because I think I broke my shoulder, and my grip is slipping.”
“A-alright, I'll try,” she said. She hesitantly moved down Nick's body, her claws digging into his uniform for an anchor. She slipped both arms in opposite ways underneath the belt.
Satisfied that Monica was secure, Nick grabbed ahold of the railing with his right paw and held on tight as he let his left paw go, and pinned his arm to his body just as the window the scaffold was attached to opened to reveal Wolford standing in the frame, looking worried.
“Nick!” Wolford yelled. “Nick, you alright?”
“We're down here, Wolford! We're gonna need a helping paw,” said Nick, before he looked down to Monica. “Now Monica, try not to pull my pants down. It'll be very awkward for everyone,” he joked, which got a slight giggle out of Monica.
“Not the time, Nick!” Wolford said as he carefully stepped onto the scaffold and bent over the railing, grasping Nick's arm and hoisting both him and Monica up. With the crowd’s terrified screams replaced with cheers, he turned around and carried both mammals inside the building, and set them down on the floor as Nick sighed in relief, grateful to be safely inside.
Monica clung to Nick's torso. “I-I’m so so-orry! I slipped!” She said through sobbing.
“Shhhh, it's okay. We're okay. You're safe, now,” Nick said softly, gently patting her tiny back with two digits.
Wolford kneeled down next to Nick and keyed his mic, “Wilde and the chipmunk are safely inside. May need a bus.”
“10-4. Be advised, Hopps is on her way up,” came Jackson's voice on the radio.
As if on cue, Judy suddenly burst into the room, with a frantic expression, “Nick, are you okay!?” she exclaimed, running to the trio.
“We’re fine, Hopps,” Nick said. “We're okay.” Nick winced at the pain in his shoulder. “We just need a minute.”
Judy got down on her knees, visibly irritated at Nick for his stunt. But her expression softened when she saw the sorrowful look he was giving her. She could tell his heart truly broke for Monica. Judy grasped Nick's paw and gave it a squeeze, offering a reassuring smile to Nick, who returned it.
“Are we ready to go?” Nick asked Monica.
Monica took a moment to collect herself before she looked up at Nick and nodded.
After she reluctantly hopped off Nick's lap, he began to put weight on his left arm to get himself up and hissed in pain. It was like someone stuck a knife in his shoulder.
“Nick, what's wrong?” Judy said, concerned.
“I think it's my shoulder,” he answered.
“Let me take a look,” said Wolford, kneeling down. After they got Nick's shirt off, Judy cringed at the sight of his shoulder, which had an unnatural bulge in the top. “Ouch, looks like you dislocated your shoulder,” he said.
“Can you reset it?” Said Nick.
“Sure I can,” Wolford said with a smile, “I was an EMT before I joined the force, remember?”
“Right,” said Nick.
Judy turned Monica away as Wolford grasped Nick's elbow with one paw and his wrist with the other, “You might feel some pain, so just work with me,” A nod from Nick gave Wolford the ok to proceed. He gently rotated Nick's forearm outward until he felt resistance; with Nick grunting from the pain, he then brought his elbow in, keeping his wrist stationary, and finally, rotated Nick’s forearm back inside resting on his chest. “There we go, buddy. Good as new.” Wolford said, patting him on the shoulder, gently.
Nick winced from his good-natured pat. “Then why does it still hurt like hell?”
“You may have some soft tissue damage. You’ll probably have to get an x-ray,” said Wolford.
Monica ran to Nick’s side, “Officer Wilde, I-I’m so sorry you got hurt! This is all my fa-”
“Monica,” Nick said, cutting her off. “It’s alright. Occupational hazard, comes with the job.” He offered her a reassuring smile. “Shall we get going?”
Monica was surprised at Nick’s forgiveness. He had just literally jumped off a building to save her life and got hurt in the process. Any other mammal probably would have been furious with her. She reluctantly nodded, following the 3 officers to the exit.
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