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Every thing had happened so fast. One minute Lucy was arguing with the girl gang leader, Tasha, and the next they were wrestling each other to the ground. Tasha had Lucy by the hair and her neck and Lucy was at a disadvantage, but was managing to get some punches into the taller woman’s ribs.
That’s when Tim saw it. The glint of a knife pulled from Tasha’s boot. He’d been on edge the entire day. Lucy was calm, talented, and quick on her feet, but Tasha was ruthless. Too many young women were turning up dead by her hands. Tim desperately radioed “knife” to Angela, Nyla, and the rest of the team, and threw the car door open, unable to wait anymore.
They were moving in, just 20 yards out as Tasha plunged the blade into Lucy’s lower abdomen. Tim heard her cry out and pushed forward faster as they yelled out “police! Drop your weapon!”
Tim leapt over the chain link fence, not pausing for orders and scrambled to yank Tasha off of the injured woman. He cuffed her quickly as he tried getting Lucy to look at him. “Chen! Lucy, look at me. Keep your eyes on me. You’re okay, you’re okay.” He ripped his over shirt off and pulled Lucy’s shaking, blood covered hands away from her wound.
It wasn’t good. The blade must have been about 2 inches wide and had been plunged into her lower abdomen, just below her waist band. Tim applied strong pressure with his shirt and kept talking to Lucy as calmly as he could.
Her eyes fluttering rapidly, and her chest heaving for breath, she finally registered on Tim’s face. “Tim.”
“Hey. Hey, there you are, Chen. Hang on, the ambo is 2 minutes out.” His shirt and hands were bloody, they desperately needed help, and fast.
“I’m sorry, Tim. I knew not to push her, but I did anyway” she choked on a sob as her tears flowed.
“Don’t apologize” Tim said gently. “You were amazing. We had to get her to slip up and admit what she had been doing, you did great. And now you’ll get some time off and have a cool scar like me” he chuckled.”
Smiling weakly, her eyes were suddenly feeling too heavy. “Thanks for coming for me. You’ll always come for me, won’t you…” she was drifting into unconsciousness.
“Always" he choked. "Hang on, Luce. I hear the sirens. I’ll be right there when you wake up. You’re gonna be okay” he whimpered.
As her eyes closed she had one last look of Tim’s blue, tear-filled eyes, and hoped she’d get to see them again. And then everything faded to black.