no, norm, no . . itβs not your fault at all. it was that criminalβs fault . .
( he tried to get up and comfort norm by hugging him, but the pain he felt was too much to be moving around so quickly. ) agh, ow . . donβt blame yourself, norm. please . .
i-it's my fault yer in this situation to begin with..
( he sobbed, the tight knot in his throat making it harder for him to breathe.
he slammed his fists on the bed, face wet with unbridled emotion. )
( he makes an attempt to sit up, making sure not to move too much . . he is still very fragile and in pain. )
hey, letβs not think about that . . donβt worry, you canβt get rid of me that easily.
( he teased, trying to make light out of this traumatic situation. )
th-thank god yer okay.. ( a weak smile just barely curled from his lips, holding tom's hand close. )
i-if you didn't make it then.. i don't know what i would've done..
( he lowered his head, the sound of tears pattering on the floor. )
( tom was still out of it, as he had just woken up recently after the traumatic event. it felt unreal to him that he managed to push through. he fought his hardest for norm, and luckily it seemed to pay off.
he saw norm walking through that door, putting on a smile for him. )
( he just needed a sign- anything to know tom was okay. he grew increasingly agitated as time passed without a word, walking laps around the room.
when the doctors finally gave him the all clear after what felt like hours of waiting, norm rushed to the room tom was being kept +
( long hours have passed, but thankfully, tom was finally off of deathβs door step.
the doctors would look for norm in the waiting room, letting him know heβs finally able to visit him now. )
( unfortunately, there was no response from tom. under his shirt, there was a bullet hole in his chest, the amount of blood leaving tomβa body was . . a frightening amount.
his pulse was weak. really weak. he needs professional help. )
. . .
( the phone left norm's hand and hit the ground face down but would continue recording, yelling as he rushed to his fallen partner. )
to-tom?! can you hear me? TOM! fuck!
( shaking, scrambling to pull off the other man's shirt to see his injury. he grabbed his gun, +
( norm whipped out his phone and punched in the numbers, eyes shifting back and forth between tom and the robber as he gave the operator their location.
nothing he wasn't used to already in his years working as a cop, but fuck- can't he get a break? )
( when the moment seemed right, with all his strength, the lifeguard would tackle the robber to the ground.
the crows gasps as tom was doing his best to buy some time for the cops to get here, practically wrestling the criminal on the shopβs ground. )