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GO. READ. THIS!

Breaking Point

Y/N Halstead has been pushing herself to the breaking point, eventually, she can't do it anymore. Will her brothers be able to help her rebuild and teach her it's ok to not be, ok?

Trigger Warnings: Panic attack, fainting, blood, self-injury (minor), anxiety, emotional distress, dissociation.

Y/N Halstead had been feeling off all day.

There was a subtle tightness in her chest from the moment she woke up. A pressure. Not painful, not alarming. Just… heavy. But she ignored it. Because she had things to do. A full day of classes, studying for her CCMA Certification exam, a closing shift at her restaurant job. 

Always something.

Always moving.

Because if she kept moving, maybe her world wouldn't give in on her.

Her brothers, Will and Jay, had been worried. She brushed them off like she always did. "I'm fine," she said that morning. "Just tired."

But the thing about constantly carrying weight is that eventually, you drop it, and you never know when it will happen.

It started in her favorite class. Medical Assisting.

The heaviness in her chest had turned into shallow breaths. Then the chest pressure spread, like an invisible hand pushing down on her lungs. Her hands trembled, and the room began to tilt.

She didn’t know what to do. She ran. 

Jay was sitting at his desk at the Precinct, when he got the call from an unknown number. 

“Halstead.” He answered. 

“Hi. Detective Halstead. This is Mrs. Nalton from the Vocational Center. I just wanted to let you know that Y/N ran out of class very abruptly. I just wanted to make sure she was ok.” She stated, genuine concern in her voice. 

“Oh wow, that is not like her at all. Thanks for letting me know.” He ended the call without so much as a goodbye. 

He got up from his desk and went to Voight. “Sarge, Ive gotta take a personal. Y/N’s teacher just called. She ran out of class.” 

Voight looked up at him in shock. “Go. Keep us posted.” He said with no hesitation.

Jay nodded and ran. He called Will as he did. “Will, be ready outside Med. Its Y/N.” No further statement was needed. Jay got in his truck and gunned it towards Med. 

Y/N didn't even know how she drove home, but she did. 

Get water, her brain said. Water will help.

She stumbled through the door, into the kitchen, her vision doubling, black creeping in at the edges. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, each beat a frantic warning.

By the time she reached the sink, she was gasping, each breath more difficult than the last. 

And then the floor rushed up to meet her, the last thing she heard was the shattering of the glass she tried to grab. 

Will and Jay arrived, Jay barely putting the car in park before he was out of the truck, Will hot on his heels.

The first red flag was that the front door was ajar. 

"That isn't like her at all," Jay muttered as they entered the apartment.

"Not at all," Will replied, already concerned. He dropped his keys. "Y/N?"

No answer.

Jay reached the kitchen first.

And he froze.

"WILL!"

Y/N lay crumpled on the floor. Her skin pale, her breaths shallow and fast. One hand was curled toward her chest. There was broken glass nearby and blood on her palm.

Will dropped beside her, instinct kicking in.

"Y/N, hey!" he called. She didn’t respond.

He pinched her trapezius. Nothing.

Then he did a sternal rub—knuckles against her sternum, hard. Her eyes fluttered open at the pain stimulus, but they were glassy, unfocused.

"There she is," Will breathed.

"What—what happened to her?" Jay asked, voice cracking.

"Panic attack. A bad one," Will said. "Help me lay her flat"

But as they tried to help her to her back, Y/N flinched violently.

"No… no, don't touch me!" she cried out, eyes wide with terror.

"Y/N, it’s us," Jay said quickly, kneeling next to her. "It’s me. Jay. You’re safe."

She pushed his hands away, barely coherent. "I can’t breathe… can’t—"

"Will," Jay said urgently.

"She's combative," Will murmured. "We need to ground her."

Jay didn't hesitate. He sat her up, pulled her into a tight bear hug from behind, arms wrapped securely around her, anchoring her like he had when she was little and scared after nightmares.

"You’re okay," he whispered into her hair. "I got you. We got you."

She struggled for a moment, then slowly melted into his hold, sobbing, shaking, and hyperventilating.

Will took her hand that wasn't bleeding and held it to his chest. “Y/N, sweetheart, listen to me, and follow my breathing.” He said as he started to take deep, exaggerated breaths. 

Once her breathing was under control, Will grabbed a towel and gently wrapped her bleeding hand. "Just a small cut. We’ll take care of it."

He helped them move to the couch. Jay held her while Will cleaned the wound.

"You fainted," Will told her gently. "You were hyperventilating. Do you remember?"

She nodded weakly.

"It’s okay now," Jay said, brushing hair from her face. "You’re not alone."

"I’m fine," she whispered a few minutes later.

Will froze. Jay sat up.

Will looked up, eyes shadowed. "Y/N…"

"I’m okay. I just—needed a moment. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s nothing."

Jay stood fast. He started pacing.

Then turned. "Don’t you dare say it’s nothing."

She shrank into the couch.

Jay crouched in front of her. "We walked in and found you on the floor, barely breathing. There was blood. You didn’t know where you were. And you think we’re just gonna let that go?"

Tears brimmed in her eyes, threatening to flow over again.

Will’s voice was softer, but no less pained. "Y/N… you ran out of class. Your teacher called us. That’s not ‘fine.’ That’s not ‘a moment.’ You’re not okay, and it’s okay to say that."

Jay sat beside her again, not touching her yet.

Will leaned forward. "You know what kills me? I see patients like this every day. People who push themselves too far, who hold it in until their bodies give out. And I didn’t see it in my own sister."

Y/N’s lip quivered.

"I should’ve noticed," Will said. "The late nights. The way you brush us off. You’re so damn good at pretending. You didn’t have to be."

"I didn’t want to be a burden," she choked out.

Jay swore and pulled her into his arms. "You could never be a burden."

She broke.

Sobs wracked her frame, raw and shattering. Jay held her tighter. Will wrapped an arm around both of them.

"You’re ours," Will said. "There is nothing you could go through that we wouldn’t want to help you with."

"I thought… if I just worked harder… kept pushing… I could hold it together."

Jay tucked her hair behind her ear. "You’ve been holding the world on your shoulders. You never had to."

Jay helped her to the bathroom, sat on the floor while she washed her hands. When she couldn’t dry them, he did it for her.

Will brought her a sweatshirt from her childhood—soft, oversized, familiar. He helped her into it.

They settled her on the couch. Water.  Weighted blanket. Quiet.

After a long silence:

"I’ve been having attacks like that for a while."

Will didn’t look surprised. Just sad. "How long?"

"Weeks. Maybe longer. This one was… different. I couldn’t stop it."

Jay’s jaw ticked. "We’re getting you help. No arguing."

"I know," she said. "I want to."

Will looked stunned for a second, then nodded.

Later, she lay curled under the blanket, Will on the floor beside her, Jay at the other end of the couch with his hand resting on her ankle like an anchor.

Almost asleep, she heard it again:

"Don’t break. Don’t break. Don’t break."

But something had shifted.

"You broke. But they were there. And you’re still here."

She let herself breathe.

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Fevered Bonds

Fevered Bonds

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Halstead!Reader Summary: A severe case of the flu leaves you barely responsive, your fever skyrocketing to dangerous levels. As your condition worsens, Connor struggles to keep you stable at home, torn between respecting your fear of hospitals and the growing dread that he might lose you. Fever-induced delirium, exhaustion, and the slow process of recovery make for a long night—one that neither of you will forget.\

Connor knew something was wrong the second he walked through the door.

The heat inside your apartment was stifling, the air thick and constricting. The thermostat read 80°F, far too high for someone already burning up. A spike of worry cut through him like a knife as he scanned the dimly lit living room, eyes locking onto the couch where you were curled up beneath a pile of sweat-soaked blankets.

You were trembling, body wracked with uncontrollable shivers despite the heat.

“Y/N.”

Kneeling beside you, he pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, only to feel scorching heat radiating off your skin. His pulse jumped. This wasn’t just a fever—it was dangerous.

Your eyelids fluttered weakly, but your gaze didn’t quite focus. Your pupils were sluggish, the usual warmth in your eyes dulled by exhaustion and something far worse—delirium.

“…Jay?”

Connor stilled.

His chest tightened as he watched your eyes flicker past him, unfocused and distant.

You weren’t looking at him… You were looking through him. 

Your fingers twitched against his arm, grasping at something—or someone—who wasn’t there.

“You—you’re hurt,” you mumbled, your raspy voice barely above a whisper. “Jay… you need to sit down. You’re—there’s so much blood—”

Connor exhaled sharply, his throat tightening.

He recognized the signs immediately: delirium from hyperpyrexia. You weren’t just confused—you were trapped in some fever-induced flashback, reliving a memory you couldn’t escape.

“Y/N,” he said firmly, cupping your cheek, his touch gentle but grounding. “It’s Connor. I’m here. You’re sick, but I’ve got you.”

You let out a soft, distressed noise, your body twitching under his hands. Another tremor wracked your frame, and Connor barely suppressed a curse.

Grabbing the thermometer from the coffee table, he slipped it under your tongue, keeping a steadying hand at the nape of your neck when your head lolled slightly. The beep came too soon, and when he pulled it back, his heart dropped into his stomach.

104.7°F.

A fever that high wasn’t just uncomfortable—it was life-threatening. If it climbed much higher, you’d be at risk for seizures, brain damage, organ failure.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, already reaching for his bag.

Your pulse was racing beneath his fingers—easily over 120 bpm, a classic sign of systemic inflammatory response syndrome. You were dehydrated, tachycardic, and burning up.

He considered calling an ambulance, but as if sensing his thoughts, your weak fingers curled around his wrist.

“No hospital,” you rasped, voice barely audible.

Connor exhaled sharply through his nose.

He should’ve fought you on it. If this were anyone else—any other patient—he would’ve forced them onto a gurney and straight into the ED. But you weren’t just anyone.

You were you.

And he’d sworn to keep you safe.

“Okay,” he murmured, brushing damp hair from your forehead. “Okay.”

Your fingers twitched again, something close to a thank you.

But another violent shiver stole any chance of a response, your body curling in on itself as your muscles spasmed from the fever.

At that, Connor got up and strode to the hall closet, where he kept a more advanced first aid kit, which included IV kits and medications, since like your brothers, you had a severe tendency to downplay your injuries and illnesses. 

Connor moved swiftly, securing a tourniquet around your arm as he scanned for a vein. The cephalic vein, located just to the side of your bicep tendon, was faint but still visible, though it appeared slightly collapsed. The dehydration was complicating the process, so Connor lightly flicked the area he planned to use, hoping to encourage the vein to dilate and make the insertion easier.

“Stay with me, sweetheart,” he murmured, swabbing the site before uncapping the 18-gauge catheter.

The needle slid in smoothly. A flash of blood return filled the chamber, and Connor advanced the catheter before securing the line. He hooked up the normal saline IV, and put the IV bag on a hook that held a picture of you and him, that he took down temporarily. and opened the roller clamp, watching the fluid start to drip into your system.

Your body twitched at the sudden intake of fluids.

“There we go,” he murmured, keeping his voice steady even as his own pulse refused to cease galloping. “You’re gonna feel so much better soon.”

But your fever was still too high.

Connor pushed himself up and strode to the bathroom, twisting the faucet until lukewarm water began filling the tub. He tested the temperature with his wrist, ensuring it wasn’t too cold. Cooling too fast could cause vasoconstriction and worsen the fever response.

Returning to you, he placed the IV bag on your abdomen, and eased his arms under you, picking you up. You whimpered slightly at the change in positions, to which Connor replied, “Shh sweet girl. It's alright. I’ve got you.” He carried you into the bathroom, and gently set you in the water, and set the IV bag up on the shower curtain rod. 

The second your skin touched the water, a weak whimper escaped your lips.

“No—Jay—don’t—”

His grip tightened, steady but gentle.

“You’re safe,” he murmured, running a cool washcloth over your flushed skin. “I’ve got you.”

You let out another quiet sound, eyes still distant—but this time, you finally started to relax.

Minutes stretched on. The room was silent aside from the occasional ragged breath you took, the soft drip of the IV, the steady cadence of Connor’s voice as he whispered reassurances.

Slowly, the fever began to break.

104… 103.5… 102.6°F.

Still high. But it was no longer lethal.

Once he was sure your body had adjusted, he got you out of the tub, wrapped you in your favorite fluffy towel, and carried you into your shared bedroom and sat you on the edge of the bed. Quickly, he went into the closet,and got a pair of running shorts and a t- shirt. Connor helped you into dry clothes and laid you in bed. Your skin was clammy, your body still weak, but your pulse had steadied—no longer erratic, no longer dangerously fast.

Your fingers curled around his wrist, stronger than before.

“’M still here,” you mumbled, voice scratchy but certain.

His chest tightened.

Yeah. You were. And as long as he had anything to say about it, you always would be.

Recovery was slow.

For the next day and a half, Connor barely left your side.

Your fever hovered around 101°F, leaving you exhausted and barely able to keep your eyes open for more than a few minutes at a time. Even when you were awake, your words came out in a haze, fever-induced ramblings that broke his heart every single time.

“Jay, is… is that you?” you murmured weakly, your voice a rough whisper. The fever was still clouding your mind. It wasn’t until you saw the concerned, loving gaze in Connor’s eyes that you fully registered who was there. The next words that came from you weren’t words at all, just a strangled sob of relief that wracked your body and nearly broke him. He held you through it, not knowing how to fix it, but he knew he couldn’t let you go.

Connor forced you to sip electrolyte solutions, fed you small bites of soup even when you weakly protested.

“You haven’t eaten in two days,” he reminded you, his voice soft but firm, not willing to back down.

You scowled at him from beneath the blankets. “Bossy.”

He smirked. “Stubborn.”

It was hard to see you like this. You, normally so strong, so fiercely independent, now depend on him for even the smallest things. It made him feel like the walls were closing in, like the weight of his own concern was suffocating him. 

Eventually, the fever broke entirely. Your temperature finally dropped below 100°F, and the exhaustion that had weighed on you like a lead blanket finally began to lift.

Connor—still hovering, always watching—checked your pulse one last time, fingers lingering over your wrist.

Finally, he let himself relax.

“See?” you murmured, voice still hoarse but teasing. “Told you I’d be fine.”

Connor huffed, shaking his head. “You nearly cooked yourself from the inside out. Forgive me if I don’t find that too terribly funny.”

You sighed, squeezing his hand. “But I had you.”

His gaze softened, and he remembered why he fell head over heels for you in the first place. 

“Yeah,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “You did.”

And you always would.

As you slept, Connor stayed awake, fearful you might take a turn down the wrong direction. the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest being the only thing keeping him sane. He watched over you, unable to shake the nagging fear that had lodged itself in his chest. But each breath you took, each gentle movement, was a reminder that you were still with him. And that was all that mattered.

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Stuck With Me

After a car accident leaves Y/N in critical condition, Casey anxiously waits by her side as she fights for her life, grappling with his own fears and the weight of everything they've both been through.

Y/N had been on her way to start her shift at Med when it happened. One second, she was slowing for the intersection; the next, the world exploded in shattering glass and screeching metal. The impact sent her car spinning, slamming into a streetlight. Then, nothingness.

Brett and Violet had just finished a call when the dispatch came through—major MVC, driver unconscious, possible entrapment. Their stomachs dropped when they heard the location. They instantly recognized the location, as it was on the route you typically took to get to your shifts at Med.

They arrived to find Y/N trapped, barely conscious, blood pooling from a head wound. She was breathing—but barely, and it was visibly laboured. Violet gets into the passenger seat and starts IV and gets a C-Collar on her.  Squad 3 pried the door open, and gently moved her to the gurney. Just as she was settled on the gurney, the monitors shrieked in warning as she flatlined. 

“No pulse!” Violet shouted. “Starting compressions!” She jumps on and straddles the gurney as Brett and Severide load it in. 

Casey arrived just in time to see them loading Y/N into the rig, Brett delivering a shock with the defibrillator, as Violet sat back on the bench and spoke into her radio. His stomach turned as he saw your body jolt. Matt tried to jump into the back of the ambulance, but Severide held him back before slamming the doors shut, as Cruz got into the cab and gunned it to Med. 

En route to Med, Violet is doing compressions, while Brett gets you intubated since you were no longer protecting your airway. 

Once they arrive to Med, it is a host of organized chaos

"Female, late 20s, T-boned at high speed—found unresponsive at the scene, GCS 3. Sustained significant chest trauma with suspected cardiac contusion or tension pneumo. Lost pulses as we left the scene—three rounds of epi given, three shocks delivered. Intubated en route, no spontaneous respirations. Six-minute downtime."

“Going to Baghdad” Maggie called out as they rushed past. 

As soon as they entered, the trauma room was chaos—beeping monitors, the hurried shuffle of feet, the thud of chest compressions. The team had been working for what felt like an eternity, but nothing was giving. Will, Ethan, and Connor moved in sync, pushing meds, shocking Y/N again and again, trying to pull her back from the brink.

“Pulse?” Connor asked, voice strained, eyes fixed on the monitor.

“Nothing,” Will answered, his voice low but firm.

Connor turns to the defibrillator and starts charging it again. 

"Charged to 360! Clear!" Connor shouted, his voice cutting through the noise of the trauma room.

The room fell silent for a moment as Y/N’s body jolted once more, the shock coursing through her.

Seconds ticked by. All three doctors were watching the monitors, when suddenly, the beeping of a faint pulse began to return. Connor’s heart hammered in his chest.

“She's back,” Ethan breathed, exhaling a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

Connor quickly turned his attention back to Y/N, watching her intently. 

“We need to get her to the OR,” he said, taking charge, his voice steady and commanding. “I’m not wasting time. Let's move.”

He looked over to Will and Ethan. “You ready?”

Will nodded, already prepping the IV fluids. “Let’s go.”

Severide appeared in the doorway, his face tense with worry, but relief in his eyes. “Is she stable enough to move?”

“For now,” Connor replied, turning to the gurney, adjusting Y/N’s head gently, making sure your airway was secure. “But we’re pushing it. We can’t wait much longer.”

The team was quick to wheel Y/N out of the trauma room, and Connor took point, pushing the gurney with a sense of urgency. He never took his eyes off of her, watching the mechanical rise and fall of her chest from the ventilator and the pulse on the monitor.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” he whispered to himself, though he knew you couldn’t hear him. His breath caught as they reached the hallway, the tension thick in the air.

The OR doors loomed ahead, and the weight of the moment hit him like a ton of bricks. He had no idea what would happen when they got you inside—but he knew one thing for sure: He wasn’t letting you go without a fight.

The team rushed you into the OR, and Connor didn’t hesitate. He followed immediately, calling orders as they moved into the sterile environment.

“Let’s get everything prepped. I’m not losing her,” Connor said, his voice sharp and filled with determination. “She’s strong. We’ve got this.”

In the hall

Casey stood there, numb, watching the love of his life disappear behind the operating room doors.

And then, as they wheeled her past—his vision swam. The world tilted.

Someone called his name. Hands grabbed at him.

Then—nothing.

“Casey!” Severide barely caught him before he hit the floor. He was completely out—limp in Severide’s arms.

Brett rushed for help. Choi arrived within seconds, immediately checking Casey’s vitals. “Pulse is weak—thready. BP’s tanking.”

“Matt, come on,” Severide muttered, shaking him, but he didn’t stir.

Choi pressed his knuckles hard against Casey’s sternum, rubbing roughly.

Nothing.

Another rub.

Casey suddenly gasped, jerking violently. His eyes flew open, wild and unfocused.

Then he fought.

Casey came back swinging. Hands on his arms, voices all around him, his body on fire. He felt trapped—pinned.

“No—get off me!” He thrashed, panic clawing at his chest.

“Hold him down!” Choi barked. “If he doesn’t stop, he’s gonna crash again!”

“Casey, stop!” Severide’s voice cut through the chaos. “You’re safe. You passed out.”

But Casey wasn’t listening. His body was still in fight mode, reacting purely on adrenaline. Choi didn’t hesitate.

“Two milligrams IM Ativan—now.”

A sharp prick in his shoulder. Seconds later, warmth spread through his veins, dragging him under.

The next time he woke, he was in an ER bay, IV now in his arm, nasal cannula delivering oxygen. His head throbbed. His limbs felt like lead.

“Easy, man.” Severide was beside him.

Casey blinked, sluggish. “What…”

“You passed out. Went completely unresponsive. Scared the hell out of all of us.”

Flashes came back—Y/N, the OR, the panic, the blackout.

Casey swallowed hard, noticing the IV in his arm. He reached up to yank the nasal cannula off—

“Don’t even think about it,” Severide warned, standing to place a heavy hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

Casey scowled but relented. “Where’s Y/N?”

Severide hesitated. “Will should be out soon.”

Minutes stretched painfully before Will appeared.

“She made it,” Will said. “Surgery went well. She’s stable.”

Relief hit Casey so hard he nearly choked on it.

Severide wheeled Casey up to her room, IV still hooked up. When they entered, Y/N was just starting to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sedation. Her gaze landed on Casey.

She blinked, confusion flickering across her face. “Matt?” Her voice was hoarse from the tube.

“Hey,” Casey rasped, moving closer. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Her eyes drifted to the wheelchair, to the IV still in his arm. Her brows furrowed. “What… what happened?”

Casey hesitated, but Severide filled in the blanks. “Idiot over here passed out in the waiting room when they took you back.”

Y/N’s lips parted in faint surprise. “You—what?”

Casey exhaled. “Guess I didn’t handle it well.”

She gave a soft, tired smile. “You’re stuck with me, Casey.”

His throat tightened as tears started rolling down his face. “Yeah,” he murmured, taking her hand gently. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

The first few days of your recovery were rough. The pain was unbearable at times, but the exhaustion was worse. Physical therapy was grueling. But Casey never left your side.

Some days, she made progress—sitting up, taking a few steps.

Other days, the setbacks hit hard—pain flaring, dizziness keeping you in bed. Frustration weighed on you, but Casey was always there, steady as ever.

“You got this,” he’d whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

One night, you broke down, tears slipping free. “What if I don’t get back to how I was?”

Casey cupped your face. “You're not alone. We haven’t crossed that bridge yet, but if we do, then we figure it out together.”

Y/N exhaled shakily. Then, she leaned into him.

Because through it all—through the pain, the fear, the uncertainty—one thing remained true.

She wasn’t doing this alone.

And neither was he.

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Life Lines- Severide x Casey x reader

Summary: Multi-car pileups and morning sickness do not mix.

🚨Warnings: Illusion to people/ children dy!ng, possibly violent descriptions of vomiting, Needles mentioned. 🚨

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Calls with kids were always rough, but even worse since you found out you were pregnant. Right now, while you were pregnant at least, you are driving the truck and operating the aerial. You were to help ambo on any calls that did not impose a safety concern to you and the baby.

On this particular call, truck was called out to assist in a major car accident. Squad was tied down elsewhere, so you guys were it. Upon arrival, you all sucked in a huge breath.

“Holy shit.” Gallo muttered, staring right past your shoulder at the scene you were pulling the rig up to.

This was a multi-car pileup. Bodies were scattered around. Bystanders were helping wherever they could until help arrived, but you could tell some were a lost cause. As soon as you put the rig in park, the back cleared pretty quickly. Matt grabbed your arm from across the console.

“Hey.” Matt whispered, lightly rubbing a hand over your arm. “You can stay here or help ambo. No heavy lifting, okay?” Matt asked, slightly concerned with the paleness of your face.

You nodded, not daring to open your mouth. From your vantage point, you saw a small body in the street. As soon as you approached, your eyes landed on him and you knew that kid was in bad shape. It made you physically sick. You could tell he hadn’t been properly buckled, which means someone fucked up and that made you angry and sick all at the same time.

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Once the call was over, Matt decided that Mouch needed to drive back. The crew was extremely concerned by how pale you had gotten and Stella was in charge of keeping an eye on you on the ride back. Matt messaged Kelly, knowing that he was already back at the station, to give him a heads up and have him meet them on the app floor.

So, once Mouch had the rig still, Kelly was waiting for you to hop out of the rig and into his arms. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to run past him and toward the bathrooms. He was quick on your heels, putting the situation together pretty quickly.

Once you were in one of the stalls, you immediately projectile vomited into the toilet. If it wasn’t for Kelly catching you around the waist and slowly guiding your ascent to the floor, you would have slammed onto your knees and possibly hit your belly on the way down.

“Oh baby.” Kelly exhaled, kneeling behind you and rubbing your back with the hand that wasn’t secured around your chest. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Matt came barging in after you started heaving the second round into the toilet. “I knew something was up, God babe. I should have benched her.” Matt couldn’t fit in the stall and he was growing antsy as he stressed over your well being. He paced back and forth, rubbing the back of his neck as he pondered on what his next move should be. “You got her Kel?”

“Yeah.” Kelly said, lightly squeezing the back of your neck and holding you by the waist. “Can you get some water and a wash cloth? Maybe see if Brett is here and can get her some Zofran?”

“I’m on it. I’ll be right back sweetheart.” Matt called, running out the door and toward the ambo that was parked on the apparatus floor. He wasn’t sure if you could hear him, but it made him feel less like he was abandoning you when you needed him.

“Breathe baby girl. Just breathe.” Kelly murmured, rubbing your back slowly. He didn’t like the pallor of your face or the way you shook in his embrace. He wants nothing more than to have shielded you from this or to switch places with you.

You were sweating and very uncomfortable. The nausea was hitting you hard and in waves. You were still in the first trimester and the morning sickness had been killer, but this was insane. Your emotions were making this so much worse. You gasped around a heave, shaking and crying as your body fought to rid itself of everything in your system.

“Baby. I need you to try and calm down.” Kelly whispered. “It’s okay. Try to take some deep breaths for me. You can do it.” He coached, hoping to help calm you down some.

You nodded to show Kelly that you heard him. You were really trying and you were hoping that Matt would be back with that Zofran soon. Everything was spinning. You were vomiting less, but your stomach kept heaving. You held your forehead with one hand and clutched Kelly’s arm with the other. You were doing your best to ground yourself, but it was a slow, and almost hopeless, process.

Matt came back into the room as you started just dry heaving. He had a needle full of Zofran and an IV with a bag of fluids in the other. “Kelly.” Matt called, grabbing his attention for long enough to hand over the needle.

Kelly gave you the shot of Zofran, took the sick bag that Matt must of pulled out of his pocket and put it in your hand. Kelly guided you out of the stall and lifted you gently to sit you on the counter by the sink. Matt flushed the toilet before coming back to you and Kelly with the supplies from Brett in his arms. You had the sick bag under your chin and your forehead resting on Kelly’s shoulder. Every now and then, you would gag into the sick bag, causing your forehead to bump into Kelly’s collar bone, but he held you steady and comforted you through it.

“Sh Sh Sh. Breathe sweetheart.” Kelly whispered, kissing the crown of your head and rubbing your back. “It’s over. It’s okay.” Kelly turned his eyes to Matt in the mirror. Matt was chewing on his thumb nail and studying you. “What is it?” Kelly asked Matt, drawing Matt’s attention to him.

“There was this kid on the call.” Matt said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think that’s what started this.”

You nodded into Kelly to confirm Matt’s suspicions. You were breathing a little slower now, practically melting into Kelly. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and snuggle with your boys.

Kelly nodded and kissed your head again. Since Kelly was sure you were done, he offered you some water to rinse with and some mouth wash. Matt switcher places with Kelly then handed over the IV to let him get the line in, seeing as Matt was shaking from the adrenaline high he was coming down from and did not have steady hands at all. You have always been a hard stick to begin with, so Matt wanted to save you from the torture of him digging for a vein and just let Kelly do it.

You closed your eyes, turning your face into Matt’s neck while Kelly did his thing incase you opened your eyes. You knew you needed these fluids now, especially after that episode and with the shot you were given. You didn’t like it, but it had to be done. Plus, the faster you complied, the faster you could lay down.

After the IV was in and the fluids were started, Matt held the bag while Kelly helped you change out and get into some sweat pants. The boys led you to their office, which they now shared. They laid you down and Kelly set off to speak to Boden about the rest of shift.

Matt sat down next to your half asleep form, pushing the flyaways off of your face. “Better?” He whispered, looking you directly in the eyes.

You nodded and hummed your affirmation. You were exhausted. You were fighting to stay awake to see what the rest of the shift would bring.

Kelly walked back in a few minutes later and found Matt carding his fingers through your hair. “Hey. Chief said that he called subs in for all of us. We can go home after you finished the drip or stay and sleep.”

“It’ll be quieter at home.” Matt said, looking down at you again.

“I’m scared to sleep. I don’t want to see it.” You whispered, covering your face with your hands.

Matt sighed and started pulling your hands away from your face. “I know. We will be there though.” Matt soothed, rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Finish that and then we’ll go home. You and the baby need rest.” Kelly said, coming to sit next to you on the other side of the mattress.You nodded and reached for their hands, using them as your life lines.

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Trying to get into the habit of posting once a week. I’m taking turns on this account and my other account, @multifandomfangirl93. Since I JUST decided this, im gonna post something I wrote a while back TOMORROW!

My goal is to post EVERY Friday. Give me grace, as I may miss a week seeing as I’m still working, interning, and in school, but I need to do something I love and THIS IS IT!

[sevcasejay1chicago]

The Possibility- Buddie x surrogate!reader [part 1]

Summary: Eddie didn’t think he would consider having more kids UNTIL he saw Buck holding Jee for the first time.

Warnings: none

Authors note: Had a long night and can’t bring myself to do my tag list. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Eddie didn’t think he could ever want to start over. Though he loves Chris and his nieces and nephews, Eddie doesn’t miss those sleepless nights or diaper changes. He definitely doesn’t want to go through this pre-teen stage with all the angst that comes with it.

Then, Eddie sees Buck holding Jee for the very first time. She looks even smaller cradled in her uncle’s muscular arms. Arms that lift full grown adults and 300 pound weights. Arms that have picked Eddie up and carried him when Eddie didn’t have the strength to carry himself. As a firefighter, Buck has to keep up his physique to keep up with the demands of the job, but not here. He’s soft and pliable. The strength of his muscles gently cradle his niece close to his chest as tears of joy fall down his face. Eddie has never seen Buck so soft; not even on their wedding day. Buck definitely cried as Bobby walked him down the isle to meet Eddie and give him away, but it wasn’t like this. Eddie would do anything to see Buck like this with a kid of their own.

The thought shocked him to his core. He and Buck haven’t even discussed having more kids. Not in a real conversation anyways. They’ve both teased when delivering babies or during rescues or outings when they came across babies, but they never mentioned it behind closed doors. Their lives revolved around three things: Chris, each other, and family. Always in that order. Though work isn’t included, their 118 family means more than most of their biological family anyways. Being on shift with them overlaps into that category

Buck is superstitious. Third times a charm. Three leaf clovers are always a good luck charm. Three is a balanced number that teeters toward positive growth. Their “three” is perfect to him. Eddie has heard Buck say it again and again in his ramblings that Eddie absolutely adores. Would Buck even consider it?

“Hey babe. You wanna hold your niece?” Buck asks Eddie, snapping him back to reality. Buck was smiling widely at him, gently holding the baby in his steady hands to skillful transfer her into Eddie’s hold.

Eddie hadn’t realize he was staring. Buck probably thought Eddie was impatiently waiting his turn. So, Eddie mentally shook off his thoughts and returned Buck’s smile as he gently reached for Jee. “You sure?” Eddie asked, not yet taking the baby from his partner completely as he shifted slightly to wipe the tears from Buck’s cheeks.

Buck laughed, gently handing her over. “Of course! Gotta get a picture for Chris!” Buck replied, quickly getting his phone out once Eddie had Jee tucked safely in his arms. Eddie smiled down at the sleeping newborn. Sometimes he forgets that Chris used to be this small. Buck snapped the picture with a coo. “This is officially my new wall paper. I’m an uncle!” Buck quietly cheered, dimples showing as his face split into a wider grin.

Maddie and Eddie laughed at their Buck. Always the biggest goof with the softest heart. Eddie grins widely, with tears in his own eyes, when Buck gently lowers himself into the hospital bed by his big sister. He makes sure not to pull out the Iv that is giving her fluids as he carefully tucks Maddie into his side. He fusses over the blankets covering her shivering form and kisses her head, muttering something to her that Eddie can’t hear. By the way Maddie wipes a few tears away and snuggles into her brother’s embrace, Eddie knows Buck said something cheesy and sentimental, but completely spot on that has Maddie relaxing comfortably in his arms.

Eddie is content just holding his little niece. He gently bounces and sways, walking over to look out the window as the sun starts to set. He quietly whispers to Jee in Spanish, sometimes singing along with whatever Buck is singing to sooth Maddie to sleep. Eddie knew that was Buck’s intention. They had finally convinced Chimney to go home and take a rest, but Maddie was a little anxious about being without him after giving birth a few hours prior. Though Eddie and Buck were there, and she loved and trusted them with her and her daughter’s life, she had wanted Chim. Now, as Eddie turns slightly to sit on a chair close to the window, Maddie is finally sleeping in Buck’s arms.

Buck looks relaxed. He is completely content with holding Maddie while also secretly filming Eddie with their niece. Buck puts his phone down gently when he meets Eddie’s gaze and smiles softly. “You ever think about having another?” Buck whispers, looking longingly at Eddie and Jee.

Eddie’s eyes grow wide, but the smile on his face reassures Buck that he isn’t put off or upset about the question. “What’s funny is that I was just wondering if you would be open to the idea.” Eddie answers back quietly, adjusting Jee on his chest as he leans back. “I bet we could adopt. The process isn’t easy from what I’ve heard from Hen, but I’d be willing to fight that battle with you.” Eddie says, smiling as he runs a hand over Jee’s back.

“Or we could look for a surrogate.” Buck says, leaning his head back and stealing some of Maddie’s covers as he speaks. “ I did give my sperm a few years back to a friend, remember? . If your okay with it, I’d like to do it again. Then we would have one of you and one of me.” Buck says, smiling fondly at the idea.

Eddie chuckles lowly. “Well, that does sound amazing. Though, another Buck might be too much for this world.” Eddie jokes, winking at Buck across the room.

Buck’s face grows warm with mock indignation. “Hey! The world could use another Evan Buckley-Diaz.” Buck whisper shouts, making sure not to wake Maddie.

Eddie just smiles. “Yeah. The world could use another ball of sunshine like you.” He whispers in a slightly more serious tone.

“Can we start looking immediately?” Buck asks without hesitation, throwing Eddie the best puppy dog eyes he can.

And Eddie caves, just like he always does when it comes to his Buck.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

You taking requests hon?

Always! I may not get to them very fast if it’s a hard write (basically anything outside of a sickfic is something I really have to think through), but I’m always taking requests!!

[sevcasejay1chicago]

So it begins- Severide x reader x Casey, best friend! Jay

Summary: When you collapse on a call and pass out, your boys make sure to take care of you.

Warnings: Minor cursing, vomiting, sickness, possible bad medical care

Authors note: I’ve had this one stored away for a while. It’s honestly pretty long. Just thought I should give this account and you guys some love. ❤️

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Before becoming a firefighter on truck 81, you were an army ranger. You worked side by side with Jay Halstead, who is still your best friend. You followed him home to Chicago when you got word that your mom died, which was your only loving relative, but Jay wasn’t going to let you be alone with a family who didn’t really care. He knew what that was like, except he had Will and none of your siblings really cared for you.

Now, several years later, you are dating Matt Casey and Kelly Severide. Jay approved of your decision, especially with how well they take care of you, but also because they trust Jay with you and don’t stand in the way of your friendship. Jay was like the big brother you always wanted and needed. Matt and Kelly enjoyed his company and the way he always had your back, which happened on and off the clock.

This morning, you had woken up and rolled out of an empty bed. Matt was up making phone calls to his employees with his construction business and Kelly was just getting back from a run, making breakfast in the kitchen. You knew you were sick as soon as you were conscious. Sore throat, stuffy nose, pounding headache, dizziness, chest tightness and nausea all hit you as soon as you woke up, but you weren’t about to let your boys go on shift without you. So, to avoid their worried fussing and refusal for you to go to work with them, you jumped in the shower and took some meds that would hopefully help.

When you came into the kitchen, Kelly was just coming around the corner to grab you and ended up engulfing you in his arms when he almost plowed you down. “Shit sweetheart.” Kelly breathed, pulling you in to stop you from potentially falling, “You okay?” He asked, kissing you on the forehead. “Your warm.”

“Just got out of the shower.” You said, brushing him off with a pat on the chest. You went around him, beelining for the coffee pot to keep up appearances. You made yourself a to-go cup and made a quick breakfast sandwich from what Kelly cooked before kissing him on the cheek and yelling good bye to Matt, saying you had a meeting with the other Molly’s partners before shift.

Once you got outside, you dumped the coffee and sandwich in the trash can on the corner before getting in your car and turning it over. You drove to the station and went inside, sneaking past first watch as you headed straight for Kelly and Matt’s office. You shut the curtains from the bunk room and adjacent office, but left the blinds on the window cracked. You opened a book and got under the covers, placing it in a way that wouldn’t look suspicious incase the boys found you before morning briefing, set an alarm, and took a cat nap.

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You woke up before the boys came into the office. The sound of slamming lockers and talking startled you awake as first watch switched with your crew. You got up, drank some water from one of Matt’s bottles that he keeps in stock under his bed, turned off your alarm and went out to face your crew.

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So far, you have been able to hide how awful you’ve been feeling. You managed a cup of coffee with your company, a snack while playing games with Squad, and running a few calls within the first 5 hours of shift. Now, you were utterly exhausted.

Just when you were on your way to rest in Matt and Kelly’s office again, the bells went off, “Squad 3, truck 81, ambo 61, Warehouse at 1911 Broyhill rd. Partial building collapse, trapped police personnel. Emergency plan 1.”

Sighing, you run through the bunks and onto the apparatus floor. You jumped into your gear and hopped into the truck behind Stella. You zoned out on the ride to the scene. You knew Jay wouldn’t be inside, or at least you hoped so, but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry. You were so exhausted.

Arriving on scene, you were immediately sent in with Matt, Herrmann, and Mouch on the second floor to assist squad in search and rescue. You tried to keep your breathing slower as you ran up the stairs behind your boyfriends and team members.

Once upstairs, you came face to face with the collapsed floor. None of you could go any further, so you all began clearing rubble to search for survivors. After sending three people down, Boden called you all out of the building in fear of a full collapse. You made it out the door, with only Matt and Kelly behind you, before falling to your knees a few yards away.

“Y/N!” Matt and Kelly yelled, quickly taking a side and dragging you further before the building collapsed right behind you.

Matt and Kelly ripped your gear off, removing your helmet, mask, oxygen tank and turn out coat. Suddenly, Jay appeared over your face, having been a few feet away when you collapsed.

“Y/L/N, can you hear me?” Jay asked, putting your head in his lap and tilting your face up. “What the hell happened?” He yelled, looking between Matt and Kelly as they checked you for injuries.

“I don’t know.” Kelly grunted, “She was fine.”

Matt was silent, but frantic as he looked you over.

Jay looked down as your eyes fluttered open. “Hey you.” Jay soothed. “Your okay. We gotcha.” He wiped the soot from your face and suddenly felt the heat. “Uh, guys?”

“Yeah.” Both Kelly and Matt answered, still checking you over.

“She’s burning up.” Jay mumbled. “Hey! Get me a couple water bottles and a towel or something.” Jay yelled at anyone who would listen that was surrounding you, your team and Jay’s team concerned about you.

“Help me get her out of her gear.” Kelly said to Matt, who helped lift you and slide you out of your turnout pants.

“Jay?” You finally murmured, reaching up to touch his face to make sure he was real.

Jay smiled gently down at you, taking your hand in his and placing it across your chest. “Yeah. Just relax. Your okay.”

Stella came sprinting back with Kevin next to her. Stella had a medical bag and Kev had the water and towel. Matt took the supplies from Kev and got to work on wetting the towel while Kelly went through the go bag, pulling out a thermometer.

Kelly sighed, shaking his head at the reading he got. “103.5.” Kelly murmured, showing the device to Matt.

“Shit.” Matt replied, looking up and meeting Jay’s eyes. Jay stayed calm though, not wanting to scare you as you still kept your eyes locked with his face, but he wasn’t sure if you were even aware of what was happening.

“Give me the towel and a water bottle.” Jay murmured, reaching for the items. “Hey sweetheart, I’m gonna put this on your head and pour some more water on it. It might run into your eyes.” Jay said, leaning over you a bit more. “Can you close your eyes for me?”

You closed your eyes, but began wiggling in discomfort. “Matt? Kelly?” You whispered, blindly reaching for your lovers.

Each of the boys took your hands as Jay worked, laying the towel over your forehead and pouring more water onto it.

“Jay? Want one of us to do that? Water will just run off our turnouts.” Matt said, finally realizing this once he knew you just passed out from overworking with a fever.

“Nah. I got her.” Jay answered, looking down at you. “If you let go, she might freak out. Made that mistake once when we were in the desert.” Jay shook his head, like he was trying to shake memories away.

Hailey came up then, having ushered everyone else away. “Does she need an ambo?” Hailey asked, crouching down next to Jay.

“Nah. She just needs to cool down and rest I think.” Kelly answered, rubbing your arm and watching your breathing pattern. Matt sat on your other side, monitoring your pulse and nodded his head in agreement with Kelly.

“We can take her back to 51. Let her sleep in our office.” Matt said, kissing the back of your hand.

“Or I could take her back to my apartment and stay with her until you guys get off shift. I’ll even have Will drop by and check her out.” Jay suggested, looking between your two boyfriends.

“I could drop them off. We can spare him until you guys get off shift tomorrow morning.” Hailey said, placing a hand on Jay’s back. “I’ll even be home later to help out and be an extra set of eyes.”

Matt and Kelly looked at each other and had a silent conversation with their eyes. “Alright.” Matt said.

“If you guys need anything, call us and we will have 61 dispatched with us behind it.” Kelly said. “You okay with that baby?” Kelly asked you, leaning over and caressing your cheek.

“Mhmm” you responded. “M tired.”

Matt laughed, caressing the other side of your face. You were cooler now, but still running hot. “Think you can get up and let us help you to Jay’s truck?” Matt asked, not wanting to move you until you were ready.

“Yeah.” You breathed out.

Jay took the towel off of your head and wiped off the left over water. Matt and Kelly gently pulled you into a sitting position and waited as you swayed.

“You good?” Kelly asked, kneeling back down next to you as Jay did the same, supporting your back with his leg.

“Dizzy. Gimme a sec.” You mumbled, burying your face into Kelly’s shoulder.

Matt stood by, prepared to pick you up and take you to one of the ambos. He was getting worried, seeing you in this state was not usual and it scared him.

“Carry me?” You asked Kelly, latching onto his turnout coat.

“Sure baby.” Kelly murmured, picking you up with ease and tucking you into his chest.

Jay led the way to his truck, which Hailey already had running with the AC on. Matt followed close behind with your gear in his hands. Jay slid into the back seat, taking you from Kelly as Matt placed your stuff in the passenger side next to Hailey.

“Take care of her.” Matt called. “I love you sweetheart.”

“Call if you need anything. We love you baby.” Kelly echoed, rubbing your exposed calf as you curled up against Jay’s lap.

“Love you both. Stay safe.” You called, waving at them.

“Always.” Matt and Kelly replied before shutting the doors and standing back as Upton pulled off the scene.

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“Alright you.” Jay said, replacing the cloth on your neck. “What’s going on?” Jay asked, leaning back and making eye contact with Hailey in the rear view.

“Head, stomach, throat, everything.” You whispered, laying on your left side, facing away from Jay.

Jay sighed, rubbing your arm and not saying anything else. He was thinking of everything Will would do for you and what he had at his house. As if reading his mind, Hailey called Will and told him what happened as she drove, making sure they didn’t need to divert to med.

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Once Upton pulled in, Jay picked you up and carried you in. Hailey left, saying she was going to drop your stuff off at 51 before reporting back to the district. Jay kissed his girlfriend, thanking her for you both, after she opened the door and helped Jay get you inside.

You sighed and buried your face into Jay’s chest, hiding your face as you wrapped your arms around your tummy and tried not to groan. Jay looked down and stopped short in the hall in between the bedroom and bathroom.

“Hey. You alright?” He whispered, not wanting to hurt your head.

You shook your head no and Jay knew the problem. He knew you hated puking. Out of all the years you and Jay had been friends, you had only puked around him twice, and both times were your living nightmare. Jay quietly diverted into the bathroom, setting you down on the floor next to the toilet. He sat with you, lifting the lid and helped you adjust onto your knees.

“Your alright.” Jay sighed, rubbing your sides as you sat hunched over the bowl, head resting on your arms. “Want me to call Matt or Kelly?” He asked, knowing that they had a better handle on these kinds of situations recently, but this was more for your comfort. He could handle this just fine.

“No.” You whispered, reaching back to hold onto one of his legs. “Stay.”

“I’m not goin anywhere.” Jay mumbled, pulling your hair further away from your face and off of your neck. “If it’s gonna happen, let it happen. I’m right here.” Jay soothed, rubbing your back with his free hand.

You rocked slightly in your kneeled position. It was like Jay knew you were fighting it and the feeling was getting overwhelming. You lifted your hands to tie your hair back more securely to give Jay his other hand back. “Can you just….” Your thoughts died on a heave and you stopped to get your stomach back under control. Jay waited quietly. “Text them?” You breathed, holding your forehead up with one of your hands and holding Jay’s leg with the other.

“Alright.” Jay said, pulling out his phone to start a group chat with Matt, Kelly, and Will.

Jay: Hey guys. Y/N’s not doing so hot. Fever is not as bad as before, but she’s close to puking. She’s freaking out a bit, but doesn’t want me to call. Just said to shoot you a text. I added Will to keep everyone informed at once.

Jay sighed as you dry heaved again, breathing rapidly and groaning when another heaved ripped through you. Jay just rubbed your back and shushed you while reading the wave of text he was receiving.

Kelly: Chief has offered for us to leave. I can’t focus knowing she’s so sick and I’m not there.

Matt: I know she is in good hands with you, Jay, but I agree with Kelly.

Will: I’m on shift, but sounds like the flu. Keep me on the chat and in the loop. Let me know if you need anything.

Matt: Kelly and I are on the way. Should be there in 10.

Jay sighed and rubbed your back again. He was fine with taking care of you, but he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. “Hey sweetie. The boys are on there way.” Jay whispered. “Want me to get you some clothes?” Jay thought as he waited for you to reply. He was gonna need to send them with a blanket and bucket at the very least.

“Please don’t.” You choked out, throat tight as you held back a gag. “Don’t go.” You had tears pouring down your face and your whole body was trembling.

“Okay. Okay. Just relax.” Jay urged, rubbing your sides again. “I’m here. I’m right here.” He kissed your back, feeling bad for not being able to help. He knew that Matt and Kelly had your keys, which had a key to his place, so he wasn’t going to have to leave for the door when they got there.

You gagged again, this time bringing up a little bit of coffee. You hummed, rocking back into Jay and leaning your face into your upper arm.

“There we go. Let me get you some water, okay?” Jay asked, not liking this. You were pale and barely had enough energy to hold yourself up. He wasn’t sure how much longer you could keep yourself up and he needed to get you some water sooner rather than later.

You couldn’t answer. More of the coffee from this morning made its way up and you couldn’t hold this one back. You sobbed loudly when you finished spitting out the rancid liquid and Jay practically ran back to the bathroom.

“Breathe. It’s okay. Your okay.” Jay rushed out, dropping back next to you and placing the water bottle on the edge of his bathtub. Jay scrabbled to flush as you turned and buried your face into his shirt.

“I-I wa-ant K-Kelly an M-Matt.” You sobbed out, clutching onto Jay like a child. You were so tired and in so much pain. You knew Jay wouldn’t judge you for wanting your boyfriends or being extra clingy.

“We’re here.” Kelly said, panting as he tried to catch his breath in the doorway.

“Perfect timing.” Jay muttered, passing you off to Kelly and placing a kiss on your head as he went to go talk to Matt.

“Kel.” You whimpered, burying your face into his chest.

“Shhh. It’s alright hunny.” Kelly whispered, kissing your head and wrapping you in his arms. “You all done?”

You shook your head and spun back around, finally letting go now that Kelly was here. Matt and Jay heard the commotion and went sprinting into the bathroom. Kelly was up on his knees behind you, one hand on your chest and the other rubbing your back. Matt moved to sit on the edge of Jay’s bathtub, brushing some fly aways back and holding your upper arm. Jay stood in the door way, eventually sliding down to wait it out with you all. He didn’t want to leave your side, but you needed and wanted your boyfriends.

“Your alright hunny. It’s okay. We gotcha.” Matt said, continuing to hold back your fly aways.

“I-hugk” you tried to talk, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Shhhh. Don’t talk. It’s okay.” Kelly said, thumping your back when you choked up.

“Just get it out. Your doing so good baby.” Matt praised, watching your face.

You were pale. It was like all the blood had left your face and you were shaking under their hands. Not to mention the fact that you had started swaying again, looking like you were about to pass out.

“Jay.” Matt called, catching Jay’s attention from whatever he was doing on his phone.

“Yeah.” Jay replied.

“Has she had anything to drink?” Matt called, “also, can I get another wet rag for her?”

“She didn’t get a chance.” Jay said, standing and heading to the sink. “I was just telling Will about that. He thinks she might be dehydrated from the fever and now the puking.” Jay summarized as he handed the wash cloth to Matt. “He said she can have sprite if she won’t take water. I’ll be back. I have some stashed for her in the kitchen.”

Jay took off down the hall as Matt placed the wash cloth on your neck. The cold from the rag made you shake even more, but Kelly made sure to hold you firmly against his side.

“Matt.” Kelly said, drawing his partner’s attention. “This isn’t good.” He whispered, shaking his head and letting Matt see the fear in his eyes.

Matt nodded in reply, leaning forward to catch your forehead in the palm of his hand. “Sweetheart. Hey baby. You gotta breathe.” Matt urged. “You gotta slow down. Your alright. Take a breath.”

At this point, the measly amount of food and coffee was already up and all you were doing was dry heaving and bringing up small amounts of stomach acid. You nodded and slumped back a little, leaning more into Matt’s hand and into Kelly’s hold.

“Here.” Jay said, coming into the bathroom with the sprite in hand. “I got some of the carbonation out. Will said it might make her feel worse if it’s fully carbonated, but I know she won’t drink it flat.” He had it in a glass with a straw. Matt and Kelly have never been more grateful for the Halstead brothers than they were right now.

“Thanks Jay.” Matt said, giving the man a small smile and taking the drink. “Sweetheart. Take a sip of this water, rinse and spit. Then you can have some sprite.” Matt bargained, trying not to sound authoritative, but wanting nothing more than you to get some fluids.

Kelly pulled you further back into his chest, looking at Matt with a little hope when you let Matt pour some water in your mouth to rinse and spit. You were able to take a few sips of sprite before you pushed the glass away, turning to bury your face into Kelly’s chest.

“I got her my army sweatshirt and some sweats for the ride home.” Jay piped up, figuring he should tell the boys while all was quiet. “Also found my extra mop bucket just incase.”

“Thanks Jay.” Matt nodded and smiled at the man. “For everything. I know this wasn’t ideal or the way you planned to spend your day.”

“Hey.” Jay whispered, eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you and then back at Matt, shaking his head. “I’d do anything for her. She’s like my little sister. It’s not a problem at all.” Jay paused for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. “In fact, I would have been more than happy to keep an eye on her, but she wanted you guys. It makes me happy that she trusts you both when she is at her most vulnerable.”

Kelly smiled into your hair and kissed your head. “It’s something we have been figuring out goes both ways.” Kelly said, slightly turning to Jay. Suddenly, Kelly realized you went limp in his arms and looked down. You were snuggled up to his chest, clutching his shirt and Matt’s hand. All the boys sighed at how fast you were out, given that you don’t normally fall asleep fast or at any given moment, but your breathing was calm and you looked peaceful so they tried to take the win.

“You guys can stay for a while if you want. I don’t have clothes that’ll fit you guys, but I do have some that’ll work for her. She’s more than welcome to crash in my bed and I’ll just change the sheets later.” Jay offered, not really ready to leave your side, much less put you in a moving vehicle at the moment.

“We don’t wanna impose man.” Kelly said, glancing at Jay and then at Matt.

Matt stayed silent and contemplated his options. “Kel. Let’s check her temp and see where we’re at. If it’s high, I might take you up on that Jay. We are closer to Med here.” Matt still didn’t like how pale you were, even if you were sleeping peacefully for the moment.

Jay grabbed the med kit Will left for him and found the forehead thermometer. The boys waited on bated breath as Jay took your temp. “Woah.” Jay whispered, turning the reading from Matt to Kelly. 102.8

“Better than earlier but I still don’t like it.” Matt murmured, reaching out to flip the wash rag on your neck.

“Can you turn down your bed? Possibly have a light cover?” Kelly asked, looking down at you and checking your pulse.

“Yeah. I got a top sheet. I know she won’t sleep without covers.” Jay said. “Hails is the same way and gets hot at night.” Jay smirked and shook his head, turning to leave the room.

“I’ll take her Kel.” Matt murmured. “You got less downtime than me. Maybe you should nap with her while Jay and I go get some supplies.” Matt said, lifting you from Kelly’s arms and walking to Jay’s room with Kelly close behind.

“Are you sure? I’m good to go babe.” Kelly said, rubbing Matt’s back as they stood and waited for Jay to finish pulling back the covers.

“I’m sure.” Matt said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll change her out while you go grab your go bag and change.” Matt suggested, then looked to Jay. “Do you have any fans? If not, that’s okay.”

“I do actually. In the office. Give me a sec.” Jay said, jogging out of the door and closing it behind him.

Kelly left just before Jay, so Matt set about pulling you out of your clothes and into Jay’s. He wasn’t a fan of putting you in sweats, but he figured Jay ran it past Will and it would be okay. Sweat it out and all.

Kelly slipped in right as Matt was getting you comfortable. Once Kelly saw that you were decent, he opened the door for Jay, who had a tower fan in his hand.

“Here yah go.” Jay said, going and plugging it in on his side of the bed, where you were sleeping, before turning it on its highest setting. “You guys stay as long as you need.”

Matt and Kelly nodded their thanks as Jay stepped out, closing the door behind him. Kelly was already changed and slid in next to you. You immediately curled into his side and Kelly smiled lovingly down at you.

“I’m gonna go talk to Jay and go get some supplies. You gonna be okay with her for a while?” Matt asked Kelly. He wasn’t doubting his lover, but he was so worried and he knew that you had wanted both of them.

“Yeah.” Kelly breathed, looking down at you. “I got her. Just hurry back. I know her PTSD can get bad when she’s this sick.” Kelly mumbled, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead. He knew Matt’s question didn’t have some sort of hidden agenda. He was just as worried.

“We will be as quick as possible.” Matt said, leaning down and kissing Kelly full on before placing a kiss to your forehead. “Love you both. Call if you need us.” Matt said, shooting Kelly a wink before heading out the door.

Kelly sighed and snuggled into you. You were trembling again, but your face was mostly peaceful. Kelly reached back and grabbed the thermometer, checking your temp. 102.5. Slowly lowering. Maybe that’s why you were shaking, but he couldn’t be sure. All medical logic told him that shaking would heat you up, but your fever was going down. Out of instinct, Kelly shushed you and kissed your forehead. He rubbed your arms and consoled you as best he could while watching your body language. Sure enough, you relaxed again and stopped shaking. Kelly sighed and held you tighter. So it begins.

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Buck, after watching Eddie drive away: I know it’s not the same, but can I ask how you felt?

Chimney: When I said goodbye to Hen? I—

Buck: No, not when—when Maddie left.

Chimney: It felt like she took my heart with her.

Buck: Yeah, that sounds about right.