Psych: Solid Steel

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. :/ blah, blah...

A/N: I really hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Just a little of Gus's POV and the POV of the EMTs.

Don't hold me to the medical reliability, I am not a Doctor. My knowledge stems from Google, TV, and fiction books :)

Also, all grammatical and spelling errors are my own (my apologies in advance).

Now, enjoy!

Gus was vaguely aware of his phone ringing.

But he was too distracted by the fact that his best friend was unconscious, barely breathing, and still bleeding at an alarming rate to actually answer it.

He was basically freaking out.

Before he knew what was happening, doors were slamming and EMT's were rushing towards him with all of their gear.

He looked around frantically, doing his best to not hyperventilate.

Quickly, one of them placed their hands where Gus's had been and another pulled him away from his best friend's side.

Somewhere in the recesses of his mind he knew that he had to move so they could help, but everything in his body was screaming that he should stay close to Shawn.

They had been friends since forever. Shawn needed him.

Standing back, shock finally setting in, Gus just watched as medical jargon was thrown around. Faintly, he recognized the names of various medicines, but mostly he was consumed with the paleness and stillness of his best friend.

Shawn was never still. Never. It was just unnatural.

The world outside of Shawn seemed to just fade, noises blending and people blurring. Eventually Gus was aware of them moving Shawn into the back of the ambulance.

He went to follow, but something red at the bottom of his vision stopped him mid-stride.

Carefully he lifted up his hands, they were shaking and covered in blood.

One of the EMT's saw him standing there, hands held up, eyes wide, taking extremely shallow breaths.

"Sir?" She asked cautiously, hoping to get his attention without startling him too much.

"Sir, can you hear me?" She took a step closer and was almost within reaching distance when Gus met her eyes.

"Are you okay?" She looked him over carefully, they hadn't had time to check him as they had been preoccupied with the stab victim.

Shaking his head, Gus took a step back. He wasn't sure where he was going, but his mind was refusing to communicate.

"Crap." The EMT mumbled under her breath. She knew the signs of shock and this guy was five seconds from passing out.

Rushing towards him and calling out to her partner, she barely managed to grab his arm as he swayed and lost his balance.

Doing her best to keep him standing, she tried to make conversation.

"Can you hear me, Sir? Just take slow, even breaths. You're going to be fine."

He was unresponsive to her voice, but he moved along with her as best he could.

Doing her best, she guided him to the passenger door of the front of the ambulance. Just as she got him seated and buckled in, she heard her partner from the back of the ambulance.

"Hyperventilating? Shock?" He asked, still preoccupied with the stab victim.

"Yeah." She said, placing a towel and a water bottle in Gus's hands. She closed the passenger door and moved to the back of the ambulance.

Looking at the stab victim still bleeding heavily, barely breathing, and pale as all get out, she muttered, "Understandable, though."

Looking at the leads her partner had hooked up to the stab victim and making sure she wasn't needed, she nodded at him to confirm stability and their ability to start towards the hospital.

At his nod, she hopped out and closed the doors, quickly making her way to the driver's side door and hopping in. Her partner kept his attention on the stab victim as she pulled away from the scene of the incident.

She radioed in that they were on their way to the hospital with one patient in need of urgent medical attention.

After checking the pressure bandage that he had placed on the wound, her partner then checked the stab victim's vitals again.

They were not looking good. Blood oxygen was low, temperature was up, heart rate was thready and unstable, breathing was extremely shallow and becoming more difficult. It looked like a lung had been punctured.

When the machines started blaring at him, he called out hastily, "A lung's been punctured, I've got to relieve the pressure in his chest! I need you to pull over for a second!"

Quickly moving what was left of the victim's shirt out of the way, the ambulance quickly came to a stop. As he prepared the necessary medical instruments, his partner made her way to the back of the ambulance and radioed the hospital to let them know what was going on.

"Okay, here goes." Quickly as he could, he performed the procedure, the air tense, the victim unaware of what was happening and Gus doing his best to not pass out in the front seat.

With a sighing of relief, the EMT secured the tube, air rushing out and the victim's breathing becoming slightly easier.

Re-checking the vitals, he nodded to his partner. She resumed her spot behind the wheel and they again took off towards the hospital as fast as they could safely go.

Shaking his head, the EMT continued to monitor the victim's vitals. Whoever this man is, he is mighty lucky we got here in time. A few more minutes and there wouldn't have been anything we could do.

The wound was nasty and deep. But the damage to the lung seemed to be the most concerning feature.

The victim's pupils were also dilated and slow to respond to light, there was bruising on the victim's head, but it looked to be several hours old.

Making a note that the victim might be suffering from a concussion, the EMT also began looking for identification as the guy's pal in the front didn't appear to be in the mental state to provide them with information, although he could faintly hear his partner attempting to talk to the man.

Just as he found a wallet, the machine again began to beep urgently. Checking his leads, the EMT began to prep the defibrillator.

When a solid tone began ringing from the heart monitor, he shouted out to his partner, "His heart stopped! Prepping the defibrillator, get us to the hospital. NOW!"

Clearing the area around the gurney, he placed the defibrillator pads on the gel pads on the victim's chest and shouted, "CLEAR!".

The shock was heard loudly throughout the ambulance. Gus grimaced, only vaguely aware of what was going on, while the EMT driving did her best to ignore the distractions behind her and get them to the hospital in time.

After a tense second, the EMT shook his head, his face void of all emotions but determination.

"No response, CLEAR!"