follow up story to the comic “Random Sketch”
second, that idea crossed her mind while her finger trembled over the trigger
of her gun.
would beat painfully inside her chest, suffocating her, the purest and most
gruesome hatred was born within her being, rising like hot lava in her
esophagus and choking her throat.
laughed maniacally in front of her , twisting and bending, mocking
at what the act one of his henchman had accomplished.
at Nick’s body lying still on the floor, blood starting to form a puddle around
back her own tears.
come on, lieutenant Hopps, don’t tell me you really care for that piece of scum.- Del Toro stated in an annoyingly fancy manner and licking his own lips while
stressing each word.
up! – She rose her voice using all her will not to pull the trigger in that
“Just kill him at once!”
again her own voice in rage trying to impose its actions. But she couldn’t. She
was a police officer, a
. She couldn’t let her emotions be shown so
who’s gonna miss such a scumbag loser like him? It’s a fox, a species that is
just a plague to this world…
the last straw. How did he dare to say that? What did he know about foxes? What
the hell did he know about nick?
she would follow her instinct.
son of a…
don’t! – shout a voice she thought she was never going to hear again and turned
around, her eyes meeting the fox’s looking back at her from the ground, his own
shining with an emerald glow, trying to communicate thousands of thoughts, since
shouting has left him exhausted – …you are better than that… dumb bunny… -
murmured the vulpine with a weak voice and lost consciousness in consequence.
Hopps! – exclaimed a gray hare getting close at full speed while followed by a
group of mammals. He went towards his female counterpart whereas the other
officers cuffed Del Toro. –Are you ok?
Wilde had interfered at the right time. He have
saved her from doing something stupid. She could barely see the metallic cuffs
around the ex-politician’s hooves and without even answering to her subordinate
she hurried herself next to Nick.
if you hadn’t save him that day at the court, that idiot would have died long
ago and you would live a simple life and I would have everything I ever wanted!
– She heard the claiming of the furious criminal, but she ignored him.
… Can you hear me? … Hey Nick, Nick! She said without getting an answer.
She remembered the first aid course and pressed her trembling paws against the
wound. She had to do something, she had to stop all that blood, but the
hemorrhage didn’t seem to stop. – Savage!
ambulance is on its way lieutenant. – He claimed as he checked the fox’s
vitals. - You’d better hurry. His heartrate is declining hastily. – He shout
over the radio on his shoulder.
seconds later the sirens could be heard.
to me Lieutenant Hopps – said one of the caribous who checked the one with the
emerald eyes – Don’t stop pressing, the wound is in a critical state and your
paws are the only thing that keeps him alive at this moment. So, until we can
make it to the hospital, don’t let go. Understood?
and the paramedics performed some maneuvers in order to get them both inside
else was blurry in her mind when she less expected it, she was already sat on
one of the enormous chairs in the waiting room of the Memorial Hospital
should take a break – claimed Jack Savage forgetting the formalities, after all
despite she being his superior, they were old childhood friends. He offered her
I’m not leaving until I know he’s fine… - answered Judy while accepting the
surgery they are performing will at least take another 10 hours and we still
have to prepare the reports of the case – but she didn’t move an inch.
can’t leave him – her eyes filling with guilt.
at her intensively and sighed – Well, at least go take a shower, your clothes
are a mess.
about to refuse again when the one with the blue irises interrupted her.
to my apartment – he held the keys in front of her – it’s conveniently located
just a few blocks from here, it won’t
take more than 30 minutes, I’ll stay here and will call you in case anything
a little, but ended up accepting and headed to the house of her once neighbor
and younger brother’s best friend.
As if she
were a zombie, she crossed streets and every mammal she came across stared at
her covered in blood, which caused some of the predators to have problems with
their collars so she hurried her steps.
She made it
to Jack’s place and went straight to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the
mirror and became horrified, Nick’s blood was everywhere, her hands, face,
clothes, her badge…
frenzy, she took off the clothes and quickly went inside the cold water pouring
down from the shower since the blood was already dried. Otherwise, it would be
harder to wash it from her fur.
How had she
let that situation end like it did?
strongly punched the wall, her knuckles went numb due to the pain.
it! - She yelled with rage. She was at her limit, and couldn’t keep enduring
her own feelings any longer.
herself to cry. She cried out of powerlessness, anguish, fury, pain and fear.
for Nick Wilde, a predator, a fox, who she had unrightfully called a murderer
and turned out to be the most noble, and kindest of the creatures; someone who
was just trying to make his dreams come true and help others with their own.
labeled as untrustworthy and became my only ally. Someone she came to fear, but
now felt a deep regard for to unsuspected levels; because he had earned through
all means a very special place in her heart.
things she had tried to forget due to the involving circumstances that created
a barrier between them. But all those circumstances had vanished the moment she
saw him falling hurt, all her prejudice disintegrated in an instant.
what made them different from each other?
A fox and a
could be said, that wasn’t what really made them different.
thing that could draw that line, where the obedience collars. Those damn
collars. She felt embarrassed of the fact that she once thought those artifacts
were the best invention in history.
wrong. The whole society and she were wrong. It was just a horrible tool to
keep the divisions between pray and predator, the generator of an endless cycle
that wasn’t necessary at all as predators weren’t some insensible beasts. Those
things only took away that which thousands of mammals presumed to have granted
them, their freedom.
had been the one to teach her that. He had shown her a whole new world, a cruel
image and a beautiful reality of which was actually wrong.
And how did
she pay him back?
someone with his own stupid ambitions shoot him right to the heart.
really deserved to carry a badge if she tolerated that the innocent were
victims of such atrocities? Not if he died, it would just be a terrible
went down her spine.
really die any second and she was standing there dumbfounded thinking about
stuff that didn’t matter in that precise moment.
her head franticly and crouched in the shower.
not going to die…- she told herself.
bathing herself, she turned off the faucet, put on some of Savage’s clothes and
hurried back to the hospital.
She made it
back faster than she took to leave.
– She called the name of the gray bunny as she made her way to where he was
aren’t any news yet. – He claimed as he jumped down from the elephant size
thanks for the shower, I’ll give these back – she pointed to the black outfit
from the ZPD she was wearing – tomorrow. Is that OK?
You know you can give them back anytime.
passed without any of them saying a word. Hours in which Judy’s heart never
stopped beating painfully and aguishly in her chest, just expecting to get some
news on the fox’s health.
friend’s phone broke the silence that reigned in the waiting room, after all
they were in the most desolated wing of the hospital.
with the sapphire colored eyes stepped outside to take the phone call and came
back a few minutes later.
was Captain McHorn, he says Superintendent Bogo has given Del Toro’s case top
priority, and he wants us to write the reports as soon as…
should go to the precinct first, I’ll call the boss and write the report later.
Do you want me to get your laptop from the office?
you could, please.
Then, I must take my leave. I’ll come back later. Cheer up Jude, that fox is
gonna make it – he called her as when they were kids while he smiled at her and
pressed her shoulder – excuse me Lieutenant Hopps - he straightened up before departing and she
seemed like an eternity, she looked at the clock on the wall, 4:15 am. The 10
hours Jack had calculated the surgery would last had already passed, but there
was no signs of any doctor so far.
As soon as
that thought hit her, the red light on the sign “Surgery in process” turned off
and an elephant came through the sliding doors.
Wilde’s family? – He asked as on cue and the lieutenant immediately got close.
has no family, I’m his tutor. - She claimed showing her badge. - How is he
lost a lot of blood, the bullet pierced an important artery and got stuck in a
difficult area to operate, he also suffered two heart attacks while on surgery,
but we could resuscitate him. The surgery has been a success. We will take him to
Intensive Therapy and he will have to stay in observation for the next days,
and depending on his evolution we’ll be able to transfer him to a private room.
Her heart burst with joy.
I see him? – She asked after listening attentively to the doctor.
course, but it must not be more than a few minutes.
worry. I’ll tell the nurse in charge the instructions so you can see him, I’m
brought her hands to her chest and squeezed them against herself, shedding
another couple of tears, but this time she cried out of relief.
goodness he was still alive.
Thanks. – She repeated while crouching.
thought the day she would be happy to hear the beeping of a vital signs
monitor, because it gave her the certainty that, though a bit weak and paused,
Nick Wilde’s heart kept beating.
She sat on
the booth near the hospital bed, which to her fortune was the right size for
the vulpine species.
fear, she took his paw between hers, squeezing it gently, trying not to hurt
him nor messing with the tubes with saline solutions that were plugged into
his red-haired face and noticed how exhaust and haggard he appeared to be, also
his fur seemed a bit pale somehow, and she felt a deep sorrow to see him in
infinitely thanked the fact that by medical procedure the collar that slaved
him had to be removed.
for staying alive. Thank you for saving me…
died, she would have gone and killed the son of a bitch who shot him with her
own hands. If Nick hadn’t stopped her, she would have become into a murderer.
If he had stopped existing, she wouldn’t care about anything anymore.
But he was
still here, in the same world as her, and from that moment on she swore that
she would do anything within her power and even more to make his dream come
To create a
world where anyone can be anything they want to be.
she knew it wouldn’t be easy, but it didn’t matter. If he just stayed by her
side to fight for it, the time they would take to achieve it wouldn’t matter.
The Day Keith Haring Died, 2012. Acrylic, Gouache, Collage on Wood. 8.5"x11"
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