A shootout

Now that the fog is beginning to clear recent events come back to you in vivid detail. It had been a routine patrol, a couple of traffic stops, and one obnoxious drunk now sleeping it off back at the station. You and your rookie were parked up on Main street while he made a snack run. He'd only just gotten out of the cruiser when you heard the shots. A staccato crackle of gunfire followed by a woman's screams. You grabbed the radio to call it in but the damn kid was already off and running like this was a fucking action movie. Cursing the boy for playing hero you piled out of the car and went after him just in time to see two perps drop him.

With no time to do anything else, you prayed the rookie's vest had held up and dove for cover. One of the two perps made sure you kept your head down while his buddy hauled the cash and the body of the third into a white panel van. The van peeled off down the street while you sprinted to check on the kid. There was a squeal of tyers a brief flash of something huge bearing down on you and then...

Then nothing, the void, and then here.

"Oh shit what happened?" you breathe "I was crossing the street and then... there was a city bus? Are you fucking kidding me, ten years on the **** and I get hit by a bus! So, I'm in hospital, right? I remember I got hurt and now I can't feel a thing, that means it's bad, doesn't it. Come on, level with me how bad is it?"

The old man hesitates, takes a deep breath, and looks you in the eye before telling you...