It’s been days since the attacks, and everything just keeps mounting up. There are threats of nuclear arms and the protests have turned to riots. Since your picture got released, you can’t leave the palace. It doesn’t help that people have realized you used to be a servant when you were younger. #savequeencarisi is trending worldwide, and many media outlets and countries are calling for a nullification of what they believe is a forced marriage. You’ve tried to make a statement, but no one trusts you to tell the truth about your own safety. It’s frustrating to be treated like a child.
Nick sees you looking wistfully out one of the windows, wishing you could go outside again, and rests a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I know it’s hard right now, but Sonny’s doing everything he can to keep you safe, and Mike and I are here to protect you.”
You offer a weak smile and turn back to the window. There aren’t words for a situation like this. His presence remains over your shoulder for a few more moments until you hear the door bust open. You turn around but all you can see is Nick’s back.
“Who’s there?”
Instead of an answer, a gunshot splits the room with its loud sound. Nick crumples in front of you, crying out and grabbing his shoulder.
“Get down, now!” You drop to the floor with him. There’s blood seeping between his fingers as he fumbles with his radio to call for help. “Amaro to command, Amaro to command. Shots fired. I’m down. The queen- send Dodds- danger-”
His words are jumbled and fading. Before the radio can crackle a response, Nick’s eyes shut and he doesn’t move. “Nick? Nick, wake up, wake up, please, Nick!”
While you’re focused on him, someone grabs your arms and rips you away from Nick’s body. Cold metal jabs under your chin as you’re taken away.
Oh my God, oh my God!
SVU addict 