Gunfire. Fire. Screams. You're on the crime scene. One body lies in front of you, and now some men try to shoot you and your T.O. Tim Bradford. You're hiding behind the shop (police car) and trying to stop the men, when Tim gets shot, and the men run away.

You didn't know what to do. Backup was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago, and now one officer is down. Shit.

You kneel beside Tim and press your hands against his wound on his stomach to stop the bleeding, calling it in on the radio. He hisses and frowns. That doesn't ease your panic. Your breath is fast, heavy and shallow. It's your first week as a rookie and now you're in a situation like that. Great.

"Don't panic, boot. This won't help anyone."

Tim says trying to sound stoic, but he's in too much pain and shock.

Right, don't panic. Easy to say.