Fics like some new kind of slaughter

Peter waits for the shock to wear off and the pain to kick in, touch already roving over his abdomen to find where the bullet must have entered. He comes up empty. From further back in the trauma room, Carol's voice suddenly emerges, thick with grief. “Oh my god, Carter.” He turns to look immediately, finding his former student standing in the spot he himself occupied just moments ago. The boy’s eyes are directed at his own abdomen, at the hands that clutch it before he pulls them away, stained with blood. OR A hostage situation on the hottest day of the year spirals out of control, and Carter's life hangs in the balance.