urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maka_ex_machina maka_ex_machina maka_ex_machina maka_ex_machina 2007-03-19T17:35:09Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maka_ex_machina:1016 Shot In The Dark 2007-03-19T09:25:23Z 2007-03-19T09:25:23Z A lot of people talk about how they wake up in the back of an ambulance, they pass out, they wake up in the hospital, blahblahblah.&nbsp; Everyone talks about waking up.&nbsp; I wasn't so lucky.<br /><br />After I was shot, I lay bleeding on the cold warehouse floor for almost ten minutes before Danny found me. I was awake, conscious for every minute of &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; journey to the hospital; I felt every step down the stairs to the street, I felt every jostle of the gurney, every sway of the ambulance as we turned corners.&nbsp; I felt Danny trying not to squeeze my hand, and I could hear him praying in Italian.&nbsp; I felt my arm most of all.&nbsp; I felt the pieces of bone shifting, I felt the blood flowing, I felt the bullet right up until I felt the IV needle pierce my skin.<br /><br />I didn't sleep much that first night.&nbsp; The nurse came in twice, told me that I needed to relax, and I snapped something at him about trying to sleep when your blood's been replaced by adrenaline.<br /><br />I didn't calm down until the first surgery, early the next morning.&nbsp; Amazing what a little anesthesia can do… urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maka_ex_machina:585 Welcome To My World 2007-03-19T09:24:13Z 2007-03-19T17:35:09Z My name is Kaile Maka.&nbsp; I'm a detective with the 14th in New York City, and I am not one to suffer fools, gladly or otherwise-just ask Messer.&nbsp; So, pretty much don't be stupid, and we'll get along.<br /><br />Oh yeah, since it's probably going to come up, and I only want to explain it once: I was shot in the line of duty...let's see, five years ago now?&nbsp; Anyway, I got hit in the elbow, at a bad angle; shattered my radius, and the bullet ricocheted into my ulna.&nbsp; I was out of work for almost a year, in physical therapy for more than a year, and I had six surgeries, culminating in a solid titanium rod being inserted into my arm.<br /><br />We never caught the guy who did it.&nbsp; <br /><br />I'd happily trade my gun and my badge for five minutes alone with the bastard, but until then, I'm happy with my job, and I'm happy with life.