pairing: Jay Halstead x Female Reader (ft. Kelly Severide)
requested: no
word count: 1.2K
warnings: attempted carjacking, physical assult (non-graphic), brusing, minor injuries, emotinal distress, comfort after trauma, anxiety
summary: After an attempted carjacking leaves you bruised and shaken, the first to arrive is CFD and Kelly Severide. The second is the only person you want.
The first thing you remember is the sound.
Your own breathing.
Too loud. Too fast.
The alley had been quiet when you parked. Just a quick stop. In and out. You’d done it a hundred times.
Then the passenger door yanked open.
A stranger’s hand grabbed your arm.
“Out. Now.”
Your brain didn’t even process it at first. You froze. The smell of gasoline. His grip tightening. Your pulse roaring in your ears.
You tried to pull away.
He shoved you back against the car hard enough that your head clipped the window.
Your phone slipped from your hand and hit the pavement.
“Keys.”
Your fingers trembled. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t do anything.
A siren wailed in the distance.
The man swore and bolted.
You slid down the side of your car, legs giving out, staring at nothing.
Someone nearby must have called it in.
And because it was Chicago… the cavalry came fast.
Red lights bounced off brick walls as Chicago Fire Department rolled in first.
Truck 81.
You barely registered it until boots hit pavement.
“Hey! Hey, we got someone over here!” one of the firefighters called.
Then you heard his voice.
“Y/N?”
You blinked.
Kelly Severide was suddenly crouched in front of you, turnout coat open, helmet off, eyes scanning you from head to toe.
“What happened?”
You tried to answer, but your voice cracked.
“He…he tried to…”
Severide’s jaw tightened instantly. His hand hovered near your shoulder but didn’t touch until you nodded.
“Okay. Okay. I’ve got you,” he said, calm but firm. “You’re safe. You’re okay.”
Another firefighter checked your head gently where you’d hit the glass.
“Minor bump. No bleeding,” they reported.
Severide didn’t look away from you.
“Did he have a weapon?”
You shook your head no.
“Just… grabbed me.”
Sirens again.
Different tone.
Different urgency.
Severide glanced toward the street.
“Intelligence’s here.”
And suddenly your heart jumped into your throat for a completely different reason.
Chicago Police Department SUVs screeched to a stop.
Before the vehicle had fully settled, the door flew open.
And there he was.
Jay Halstead, your boyfriend.
He didn’t look at anyone else.
Didn’t wait for a briefing.
Didn’t even shut the car door fully.
His eyes found you immediately.
And something in his expression broke.
He crossed the distance in seconds.
“Y/N.”
Your composure shattered.
“Jay.”
He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands immediately on your face, scanning for injuries.
“Talk to me. Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Did he…”
“I’m okay,” you whispered, but your voice trembled.
His hands slid to your shoulders, grounding you.
“I’m right here. I’m right here.”
Severide stepped back slightly, giving space, but stayed close enough to hear.
“He ran before we got here,” Severide said quietly. “She hit her head, but she’s alert. Shaken.”
Jay nodded once, tight.
“You scared me, I heard the call come in over the radio.” he admitted under his breath.
You let out a shaky laugh that immediately turned into a sob.
“I didn’t even think. I just, I just wanted you.”
His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you into his chest like he was afraid you’d disappear.
“I’m here,” he said into your hair. “You’ve got me.”
Behind you, Severide stood, arms crossed, eyes scanning the alley.
Protective. Silent.
Watching Jay just as much as he was watching the scene.
“Witness said the guy ran west,” one of the officers reported.
Jay didn’t move.
Another detective approached cautiously. “Halstead, we can…”
“Two minutes,” Jay said without looking up.
It wasn’t a request.
The detective backed off.
You clutched Jay’s jacket like it was the only solid thing in the world.
“I couldn’t breathe,” you whispered. “I froze.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you.
“That’s not weakness,” he said firmly. “That’s survival.”
Your eyes were glassy. “I was so scared.”
His thumb brushed under your eye, catching a tear.
“I know.”
Severide cleared his throat gently. “Ambulance wants to take a look at you, just protocol.”
You nodded.
Jay looked back at you.
“They’ll just check your head and for any bruising, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
A few minutes later, you were sitting on the back step of the ambulance while a paramedic shined a light in your eyes.
Jay stood directly in front of you, one hand resting on your knee.
Severide leaned against the truck nearby, watching both of you with a subtle, protective presence.
“Concussion unlikely,” the paramedic said. “But if you feel dizzy, nauseous, call it in. We also noticed some bruising on her shoulder and hip. She’ll be sore but she’ll be okay.”
Jay nodded.
Severide finally stepped closer.
“You sure you’re good?”
You managed a small smile. “Yeah.”
He looked at Jay. “You good?”
Jay’s jaw flexed.
“I will be.”
Severide held his gaze for a second, a silent understanding between them.
Then he clapped Jay lightly on the shoulder.
“We’ll hang around until you’re clear.”
Jay gave a small nod. “Thanks, Sev.”
Severide shrugged like it was nothing.
It wasn’t.
When the scene finally started to quiet down, Jay crouched back in front of you.
“Do you want to go home?”
You shook your head slightly, leaning into him again, exhaustion settling in now that the adrenaline was gone.
Severide watched for a moment longer, then stepped back toward his truck, giving you privacy but not leaving entirely.
Jay pressed a kiss to your temple.
“You don’t ever have to go through something like that alone,” he said softly.
You tightened your hold on him.
“I know.”
And for the first time since it happened, your breathing slowed.
You were shaken.
But you were safe.
Later, Jay’s Apartment
The city was quieter here.
Dim lights. Soft shadows.
You were sitting on the edge of Jay’s bed while he knelt in front of you again but this time with an ice pack.
“Let me see,” he said gently.
You slid your jacket off.
The bruise on your shoulder was deepening, purple already spreading.
Jay’s jaw tightened again, but he kept his voice soft.
“He grabbed you here?”
You nodded.
“And here,” you added quietly, lifting your shirt just enough to show the faint mark along your hip.
Jay exhaled slowly, like he was holding back everything.
He pressed the ice gently to your shoulder.
You winced.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
His hand never left you. Even while holding the ice, his thumb brushed small circles against your arm.
Grounding.
“Talk to me,” he said.
You hesitated.
“I keep replaying it.”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t know what to do. I froze. It all happened so fast.”
“You survived,” he corrected.
Your eyes welled again.
“I just wanted you.”
His composure cracked a little at that.
He set the ice aside carefully and stood, pulling you up with him.
Then he wrapped you in his arms.
Fully, protectively.
Like he could shield you from the world itself.
“You have me,” he whispered into your hair. “Always.”
You pressed your face into his chest.
His heartbeat was steady now.
Strong.
“Stay here tonight,” he said.
“I am.”
He helped you lie down, adjusting pillows so your shoulder wouldn’t ache.
Then he slid in beside you.
One arm around your waist.
The other resting lightly over your bruised shoulder, protective but gentle.
“I love you, Y/N”, he whispered.
Your breathing finally began to even out.
“I love you too, Jay.”
Down the block, sirens wailed faintly in the distance.
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Warning: this story contains some strong languages and sexual content.
This is part two of Kenny Rixton One-shot, Enjoy !
Y/N paced her apartment like a madwoman. Her mind was a mess, a storm of emotions swirling in every direction.
Kenny’s words kept repeating in her head. I made a mistake letting you go.
He meant it. She saw it in his eyes, felt it in the way he spoke. But it didn’t erase the years apart, the pain, the unanswered questions.
She loved him.
That was the part that made her crazy. That was the part she couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard she tried.
“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, gripping the edge of her kitchen counter.
This wasn’t something she could figure out alone.
There was only one person who had always been brutally honest with her, who knew more than he ever let on.
Her father.
Without wasting another second, Y/N grabbed her keys and stormed out the door.
---
The drive to her father’s house was short, but it felt like an eternity.
When she pulled into the driveway, she barely put the car in park before she was out and knocking on the door.
Hank Voight opened it almost immediately, his sharp blue eyes scanning her face. He knew something was up before she even spoke.
“Come in,” he said simply, stepping aside.
Y/N walked in, arms crossed, the weight in her chest pressing down.
“I need to talk to you,” she started, voice tight. “About Kenny.”
Hank sighed, closing the door. “I figured.”
She turned to face him, brows furrowed. “You knew?”
“I always know,” he said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. He gestured for her to do the same.
Y/N hesitated but sat across from him, her fingers tapping against her knee. “Why did you bring him into Intelligence?”
Hank leaned back in his chair, studying her. “You think it was random?”
She exhaled sharply. “I don’t know. But I need answers.”
For a moment, he said nothing. Then, finally—
“The day I went to Kenny’s house to offer him a spot in Intelligence, I saw something.”
Y/N frowned. “Saw what?”
Hank’s expression remained unreadable. “A picture of you two.”
She swallowed.
“And an engagement ring.”
Silence crashed between them.
Y/N felt like the floor had been ripped from under her. “What?” she whispered.
Hank nodded. “He had it, Y/N. He was going to propose.”
Her breath hitched.
Her father continued, his voice calmer now, less like a sergeant, more like a dad. “I knew then that you leaving wrecked him. But I also knew he still loved you.”
Y/N’s heart was racing.
“All this time…” she trailed off, shaking her head.
Hank watched her carefully. “I gave you hell when you were with Jay.”
Y/N let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, you did.”
Hank smirked, but it faded quickly. “Jay’s a good cop. A good man. But he wasn’t the right one for you.”
Y/N inhaled sharply. “And Kenny?”
Hank leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “I’ve watched him, Y/N. Watched how he looks at you, how he acts around you. I see the way you look at him, too.”
She clenched her jaw.
“As your sergeant, I don’t get involved in my team’s personal lives,” Hank continued. “But as your father? I’m telling you to follow your damn heart.”
That was it. That was all she needed.
Without thinking, she stood up and threw her arms around him. Hank, a man who wasn’t big on hugs, actually held her tightly.
“Thanks, Dad,” she murmured.
He pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head. “Go get him.”
And she did.
---
Y/N had never paced so much in her life.
She was on Kenny’s front porch, wearing a path into the damn wood, her hands shaking.
Just do it.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
Kenny stood there, barefoot, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a black t-shirt clinging to his body. His hair was slightly messy, like he had run his hands through it a dozen times.
“Y/N?” he said, confused. “What are you—?”
She pushed past him, stepping into the house. “I need to talk to you.”
Kenny closed the door and turned to her, crossing his arms. “Okay.”
Y/N took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. And I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s making me crazy.”
Kenny watched her, silent.
“So I went to talk to my dad,” she admitted.
Kenny’s eyebrows raised slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.
Y/N exhaled, her chest tight. “He told me why he brought you into Intelligence. And what he saw that day at your house.”
Something flickered in Kenny’s eyes, something raw.
“He saw the ring,” she whispered.
Kenny’s jaw tensed.
He swallowed hard. “The day we broke up,” he finally said, “I was going to propose.”
Y/N’s stomach twisted.
“But before I could,” he continued, “you told me about your job offer in L.A.”
She blinked, feeling like the air had been knocked out of her.
“You were so excited,” Kenny said softly. “I didn’t want to hold you back.”
Her throat tightened. “So you let me go.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Yeah.”
Silence stretched between them.
Then—
“My answer would’ve been yes.”
Kenny’s head snapped up, his blue eyes locking onto hers.
“If you had asked me that night,” she said, her voice shaking, “I would’ve said yes.”
Emotion flashed across his face.
“I still would,” she added, stepping closer.
Kenny inhaled sharply.
“I love you, Kenny,” she whispered. “I never stopped.”
For a split second, nothing happened.
Then, suddenly, Kenny grabbed her face and kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, raw, years of longing pouring into one earth-shattering kiss.
Y/N melted into him, kissing him back just as fiercely.
They stumbled backward, hands roaming, pulling, grasping.
Somehow, they made it to his bedroom.
Clothes hit the floor.
Hands mapped familiar territory.
Mouths met in frantic, passionate kisses.
It wasn’t just sex.
It was everything—love, pain, time lost and found again.
When it was over, they lay tangled in the sheets, bodies pressed together, heartbeats syncing.
Kenny brushed his fingers over her cheek. “I’m serious about us, Y/N.”
She met his gaze, still breathless.
“I want everything,” he murmured. “Marriage, kids—the whole package. I let you go once. I’m not making that mistake again.”
Y/N swallowed hard, staring into those blue eyes she had fallen in love with so long ago.
She cupped his face, running her thumb over his jaw.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised. “It’s us. Forever.”
Kenny let out a breath of relief before pulling her into another deep, lingering kiss.
And for the first time in years, everything felt right.
As stated before: no, no one asked me to write this. Yes, I thought about all this. Yes, I’m doing listening excersizes (just like in junior high aaaaaaalllllll over again) for the dialogues.
Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.
CHAPTER 2
I had just parked outside of the 21st District’s Police Department, my brother’s phone in my passenger’s seat on top of my coat. I cozied up before getting out of my car.
That idiot doesn’t lose his head because God was nice enough to super-glue it to his neck.
I made my way inside and notice the woman at the desk, she looks imposing, a woman with authority.
She must be the desk Sergeant.
I made my way over to her, a polite smile on my face.
“Hi, I’m intern Dr. Lillian Halstead… my brother works here.” I say to her, she looks at me, genuinely shocked.
“I wasn’t aware Chuckles had a sister.” she said, I snorted at her nickname for my brother.
“Chuckles? That’s a good one Sergeant…” I read her name tag “Platt. Pleasure to meet you.” I added.
“Pleasure’s mine. So, what did Chuckles do now?” she asked, I pulled out his phone.
“Idiot forgot this at my place last night when he left after watching the game together.” I say, the woman let out a hearty laugh.
“Men and their sports.” she said, then she looked at me again. “Come on, we’re going up through the back, I heard those knuckleheads will be back any minute now.” she said, coming out from behind the desk, asking someone to cover for her and nodding with her head for me to follow.
We went around the back and went upstairs to the locker rooms, we exchanged numbers and she went back to the desk. I heard everyone come back and Antonio comment on the things they’d missed, then Sergeant Hank Voight gave some orders for the guys to go out again.
“Actually, I think I'm gonna do this by myself, O.” said the new guy, Atwater
“Oh hey, everyone, Atwater's been in the unit two minutes and already he's put himself in charge.” said detective Olinsky, Jay had told me about him.
Everyone started clapping and I did too, decided it was time to show myself.
“I’m not even in this unit and I know one of its most important rules.” everyone turned to look at me, even Voight, who had started to make his way to -what I assume is- his office, I had taken off my winter coat and had my lab coat on top of my blue scrubs. Jay looked surprised to see me there.
“And what’s that rule kiddo?” asked the sergeant, I smirked.
“Whatever Sergeant Voight says goes.” I said, he let out a small chuckle.
“Smart girl.” Voight said, then Jay spoke.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked.
“You left something very important at my place last night.” I answered.
“No I didn’t.” he said, I could see everyone following our conversation as if it was a tennis match.
“Yes you did.”
“I would’ve notice it.”
This man.
“Alright smartass, could you maybe call me? I think I left my phone in the car.”
Jay reached to his front right pocket, then to his left, then both his back pockets with a face of pure terror. He sat down, open his drawers and, alas, no phone. I decided to have mercy on him. I pulled out his phone from my lab coat pocket.
He look at it, sighed in relief and walked over to me.
“I guess I did forget something. Thanks.” he said, reaching out his hand for the phone.
“Fully charged and updated.” I slapped his hand away and gave him a serious look. “Please, for the love of God, don’t loose or break it. Remember that I gifted it to you for Christmas last year.” I added.
“I’m not that careless.” Lies!
“Tell that to your previous three phones!”
“Colateral damage during UC ops.” I slapped him behind the head this time. “Ow! Sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t begin to cut it when it comes to that. You know I worry, and yet, you go and still do UC work. You’ll make me go gray before my time!” I exclaimed, I heard some snorts and laughs.
“You brought me my phone back, charged and updated, for that I’m gonna hug you.” he warned me, I shrugged and accepted the hug. “I’m gonna lift you.” I panicked at that.
“What? No. Jay-!” he wouldn’t let me go.
“Ready? On three. One…”
“Don’t you dare Halstead!” I warned.
“Two.”
“I swear to God! Jason!” he ignored me again.
“Three!” and true to his word, his hands went to my hips, and he lifted me, turning us both around. I started laughing along with him.
“Ok, ok, I give. I give! Jay!” I said in between laughs, then he placed me back on the ground, he tighten his hold on me, leaving a kiss on my forehead.
“I love you, you know that right?” he asked me, I snorted.
“I could say the same thing to you.” I said, we pulled apart and I finally gave him his phone. He pocketed it.
“Gonna introduce us to the pretty lady?” asked, who I can only guess is, Ruzek.
“You haven’t told them about me?” I say in a fake offended tone, Jay let out a sigh.
“Drama Queen.” he mutter under his breath, then spoke in a normal voice. “Alright, everyone. This is my baby sister, Lilly Halstead. She’s finishing her internship at Lakeshore.” he said.
“There’s two of you?!” asked Ruzek in disbelief.
“Yeah… and I’m the prettier one out of the two of us.” I say in a stage whisper, he pushes my head to the side, I laugh.
“We’re both good looking. Let’s leave it at that.” he said, I nodded. Just then, my phone ringed. I raised my finger to signal I’d take the call
“Dr. Halstead.” I answered.
“Where in God’s name are you?” it was my attending, pissed.
Shit.
“As I asked you before leaving. I said I had to go and deliver my brother’s phone to him. I’m at his place of work.” I said, taking a deep breath, I could feel everyones eyes on me.
“I never gave you permission to go.” My expression showed my frustration and annoyance.
“Yes you did. If you’d actually been listening instead of checking half of the female interns’s asses-”
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that. I’m your attending, and I could very well punish you for that sentence.”
“You gave me permission to leave.” I repeated.
“I did not. I want you back at the hospital. Now.”
“You have no idea who my brother is, do you?” I asked him, done with his attitude.
“No, and I don’t care.”
“You should Dr. Hobber… you should. By the way, how’s your wife? Does she know that you’re cheating on her?” everyone’s eyes, even Voight’s, were as wide as saucers at my question.
“Excuse me? How dare you-?” hes started to defend himself, I cut him off.
“Does she know that you do it with girls who are half her age? And how are your kids? I hear your eldest had a big soccer game last week? Is he still going to go to that private elementary school you bragged about?” I asked him, tone denoting my smirk.
“Halstead, don’t try me, you know I just need to say a bad comment about you and you’re out.”
“You even dare to go after my internship and I swear to God I’ll ruin your life… guess having a CPD detective working in the Intelligence Unit, for a brother does wonders to your observation skills.”
“Wait what? Your brother’s a cop? Halstead-!!” I hung up on my boss.
“And that is how you deal with your jackass of an attending.” I said, everyone clapped, I gave small bows. “Thank you, thank you, but I really gotta go. I bet he’ll want to have my ass for this.”
“Hey, he tries anything and I’ll swing by, badge on full display so he knows to back off. Maybe even add the bulletproof vest.” Jay said.
“Even I can pay you a visit.” Voight said, we all turned to him, shocked.
“Really?” asked Erin, my brother’s partner.
“Yeah. Put the fear of God in him. Show him no one messes with one of our own.” I was impressed by that.
“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it, but I have a folder about yay big with all the evidence of this guy being the worst kind of scumbag. It includes pictures, testimonies, forwarded screenshots, and a recorded phone conversation transcript between him and one of the girls who wants him out, pretty much everything to get HR to fire him.” I said, giving an estimate size with my fingers. Jay side hugged me and kissed my temple.
“That’s my girl.” he said, I smiled.
After another quick hug and promises of a drink later that day, I left the precinct back to the hospital. As soon as I parked back at the hospital staff’s parking lot, I took out the folder from it’s safe place.
“Show time.” I said to myself and walked inside, straight to the administrator’s office.
I love the banter at the beginning of 2x17 (Say Her Real Name) I love moments like that between the team especially when it happens before a heavy case like what was in this episode;
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Summary: You’re out on a call with the rest of Firehouse 51 when a guy you thought was unconscious surprises you with a bullet to the chest. And while it seems like your life is fading away, your boyfriend Kelly Severide is struggling with the possibility of you being gone.
Warnings: gore?, gunshot wound, medical jargon, angst, possible fluffy ending.
A/N: And now I’m finally getting to Chicago Fire lol (Y/A: your age)
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Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61; possible house fire at 2243 Aberdeen Rd.
As soon as the call started, everyone was up on their feet and headed towards the vehicles. You caught the eye of Lieutenant Kelly Severide, aka your boyfriend, just as he was pulling up his fireman’s pants and sliding the suspenders over his broad shoulders. He smiled and gave a quick wink before you were rushing to the ambo where your partner, Sylvie Brett, was waiting for you behind the wheel. Once, your passenger door was shut, the sirens were on and off 61 was to the house fire.
You had been working at Firehouse 51 for almost 2 years now; the rest of the inhabitants of the second shift were your family. You had been partnered up with Brett for your whole time at 51 and you could honestly say that she was your best friend. Other than her, you were also close with Herrmann, Otis, Stella and of course, Kelly. As the trees and houses sped by, you tried to get into work mode; which meant building a wall between your emotional side and the victims.
You arrived at the address, and saw that the house hadn’t yet been engulfed in flames, but gray smoke was escaping from the open windows of the 3-story house. You got out of the ambulance and grabbed your bag from the back of the truck, Brett pulled out the gurney and the oxygen tank ready for anyone who would come out with smoke inhalation. As Chief Boden was yelling orders to the guys on truck and squad, you looked over to the side of the house and caught a pair of legs peaking out from behind a fence.
“Hey, I think I see something.” You said, stretching out your neck to see if you could see more from your spot. Just as you and Brett were starting to move towards the possible victim, a woman and her child ran out of the fire coughing and covered in soot. You looked over to Brett and nodded your head towards the woman, “You take her. I’ll check on the person over there.”
“You sure?” Brett asked, looking over your shoulder at the pair of legs with have yet to move.
“Yeah, go.”
And with that, you grabbed your bag and jogged over to the fence. Behind it was a man in his possible late 20s, beard and puffy vest over a sweatshirt. One of his arms was near his head while the other was tucked under his torso, like he fell from the building. You kneeled down and checked for a pulse, before pulling out your stethoscope from your bag. “Sir, sir can you hear me?”
You started to listen to his heartbeat to make sure he wasn’t in B-FIB, not even noticing that the guy’s eyes had opened and was glaring at you. You saw from your peripheral that the victim started to move and was about to look up when you heard the clicking of the safety being taken off a gun.
“Don’t move.”
---
Kelly had just come out of the building holding a young man and escorted him to the ambulance where Brett had been bouncing around between two victims. He did a quick look around and didn’t catch you anywhere, which was weird. You never would just leave your post for no reason. “Hey, Brett. Where’s Y/L/N?”
“She went to go check on a possible victim behind the building.” She explained, grabbing her last tank of oxygen and getting the mask over the guy that Kelly had brought over’s head. The man stopped her and pulled the mask away, turning to Kelly.
“There-There, there was a guy. He came into the open house, and started,” The man coughed, quickly taking some puffs of oxygen before pulling the mask away, “started spewing about God and his righteous will or something. He had a gun.”
Kelly and Brett looked at each other, and just as Kelly called out Chief Boden’s name, there was a gunshot. Everyone jumped, not knowing where the shot came from. Kelly then started looking around frantically, and saw part of your paramedic bad peaking out from behind a fence, and some splattering of blood.
“No...” Kelly whispered as he started walking towards your bag, slowly at first before breaking into a sprint. “No, no, no.”
“Severide!”
The yell from Boden didn’t deter him at all as he finally reached your bag, and found you on the ground with a bullet wound in your chest. Kelly quickly kneeled down and put some pressure on your wound, blood seeping into the material of his gloves. “HEY!! OVER HERE!! Y/L/N HAD BEEN SHOT!!!” He yelled over his shoulder before turning back to you. He looked around the area, but whoever had shot you was gone. You coughed, blood escaping your throat and speckling your lips and chin, gaining his attention again. Finally, Brett and Chief Boden arrived, Brett stumbling for a second at the sight of you like this before kneeling down and getting to work.
Boden, without looking away from your body, grabbed his radio and pressed down on the button, “Main! We need a second ambulance, man down! Gunshot wound to the chest!!”
“K-Kelly..” Your eyes rolled over to Kelly as he still kept pressure on the gunshot wound, your eyelids fluttering as if they wanted to close.
“Hey, hey. You are going to be fine. You’re going to be fine, okay?”
“Kelly, we got to get her out of here.” Brett said, finally moving Kelly’s hands and adding gauze to the wound. Otis and Capp ran over with the gurney and a backboard, and the lot of them got you on the backboard before hoisting you onto the gurney. Just as they were pulling her around the building, the second ambulance arrived and two medics jumped out, immediately going to grab the gurney.
“Hey, we got her.” Brett said, then pointed to the couple of people from the fire, better than before, “Help them.”
The 2 paramedics nodded and rushed over to the people from the fire, pulling them over to their ambulance as we started to move the gurney again towards 61. Stella, who had been in front of the building next to Casey ran over and helped load the gurney into the back.
“Brett, I’ll drive. You stay in the back and help Y/N.”
“I’m coming with you.”
Everyone turned to Kelly as he said that, determination all over his face. Brett looked towards you in the back before turning to Chief Boden who paused before nodding, knowing nothing was going to stop Kelly Severide from being with Y/F/N Y/L/N. Kelly quickly jumped up into the back as someone from 81 shut the doors, slapping down on the vehicle and then the siren was on and they were off.
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“Y/A year old female, bullet wound to the chest.”
Kelly jogged with the gurney holding you as you finally got to Chicago Med; Brett and Stella helping as members of the ED started to come over and assess your injuries. Maggie rushed over and looked over your body, looking over to the members of 51 in shock. “It’s Y/N?”
“Some bastard shot her.” Kelly said, as the team directed the gurney further into ED.
“Okay, we’re going to Baghdad. Someone call Dr. Rhodes!” Maggie shouted. The gurney was pushed into the trauma bay and you were moved from the ambulance gurney to the hospital’s.
Dr. Rhodes soon rushed in, slapping on his latex gloves and quickly making his way to your side. “What do we got?”
“Single gunshot wound to the chest, conscious in the field but she passed out in route.” Brett yelled, backing up from you. Her, Stella and Kelly all tried to keep watching as you were worked on, but it was getting crowded in the trauma bay fast.
“Okay,” Dr. Rhodes said as he listened to your heart with his stethoscope before looking at your stats on the monitor. “That bullet’s got to come out. Maggie, call up to OR.”
Before Maggie could pull out her phone, your stats started to dwindle, the beeping of the monitor causing everyone to shut up. The team working on her rushed around faster than before, if that was even possible.
“BPs down!”
“She’s not breathing! We need to intubate!”
“Got it!” From the ED Dr. Halstead ran into Baghdad, moving to where your head was and grabbing the laryngoscope before moving the tube down your throat. Once the bag was attached to the tube and Dr. Halstead started squeezing in rhythm, everyone watched as your stats started to get better. “BPs going back up.”
“Okay, let’s go!” Dr. Rhodes yelled as everything needed was piled up on your gurney and you were rushed out, Dr. Rhodes following but Dr. Halstead staying behind.
“Will,” he turns as Kelly walks up to him, “Is she going to be okay?”
Dr. Halstead strained a smile and slapped a hand on Kelly’s shoulder, “Dr. Rhodes is going to do everything he can.”
With that, Dr. Halstead walked away, leaving Kelly to finally look down at his gloves, which are covered in your blood. He quickly peels them off and chucks them in the nearest trash bin before taking a deep breath and heading towards the waiting room.
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Hours seemed to pass in a dull blur; members of 51 slowly piling into the waiting room as the surgery went on. Kelly had gotten into the routine of sitting for about a half an hour before getting up to pace for just as long, then sitting back down and continuing the cycle. His heart felt like it could break at any moment; any time someone walked out of the doors leading to the surgical wing Kelly would brace himself for Dr. Rhodes to come out and tell him that the love of his life was gone. And as more time went by, the more he started to believe it would happen.
After about 4 hours, Dr. Rhodes finally stepped out of the double doors from the surgical wing, his surgical cap still on his head as he made his way over to the group of firefighters. Kelly stood up from his seat and rushed over to the doctor.
“How is she?” Kelly asked.
“We were able to retrieve the bullet, it had barely grazed one of her lungs which is why she didn’t have to be intubated until she got to the hospital.” Dr. Rhodes explained. There was a pause as he looked over everyone who had been waiting for news about you, and as his eyes made their way back to Kelly, Dr. Rhodes sighed, “Her heart did stop, but we were able to bring her back and with a little time I think she will be back to work in a month or so.”
There was a collective sigh as relief washed over the group, Cruz slapping Kelly on the shoulder like a congratulative pat. Kelly closed his eyes as the news settled in; you were okay, you were okay, you were okay...
“Can I see her?” Kelly asked, and Dr. Rhodes nodded and was about to start showing him the way before Chief Boden called his name.
“Take some time. Y/L/N is going to need you.”
Kelly quirked his lips into a small smile, “Thanks chief.” And then he was following Dr. Rhodes down the halls of the hospital. After a few turns, they stopped in front of room 238 and Kelly could see your unconscious form from the window. “She’s really going to be okay?”
“We’ll keep her under observation for the next few days, but yes, I think she is going to be just fine.” Dr. Rhodes patted Kelly on the shoulder then walked away, leaving Kelly to finally enter the room.
You were laying helplessly on the bed, wires and tubes connected to you as they showed your progress of living. The nasal cannula was resting under your nose as Kelly watched your chest rise and fall, something he was thankful for even seeing after what he witnessed at the fire today. Kelly pulled the chair in the room closer to your bedside and sat down, gingerly taking your limp hand in both of his.
It was cold, which Kelly didn’t like; your hands were always warm and it gave Kelly a great excuse to hold your hand during Chicago’s bitter winter a year ago when you started dating. Finally just sitting by your side, the adrenaline and absolute terror that he was feeling before had ebbed away, and tears started to form in Kelly’s eyes. He almost lost you....He almost lost you.
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Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Your eyelids felt heavy and like they were glued together as noises started to filter into your ears. Was that your alarm? When did you fall asleep? And who was holding your hand? You felt yourself murmur something, a mumble and a groan as you tried to pry your eyes open. Just then someone squeeze your hand and then moved to hover over you, “Y/N?”
Finally your eyes fluttered open only to slam back shut from the lights of the room you were in. It took a couple of seconds before you felt okay to open them again, and when they did, you got a good look of Kelly standing over you. He was still dressed in his turnout gear, his jacket off but you could make out the red of his suspenders over his Squad 3 t-shirt. You blinked a couple a times, and then as your vision cleared up, you got a look at Kelly’s eyes, which were red and puffy like he had been crying.
“Kelly?”
“Oh thank god.” Kelly sighed, his whole being deflating in what looked like relief, before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead. “You had me scared there for a second, sugar.”
“What happened?” You asked as Kelly moved to sit by your side again, but this time on your bed. Looking around, you could guess that you were in a hospital, the beeping from earlier had to be the heart monitor keeping track of your heartrate and the bed was not the one in your apartment.
“You went to help the guy behind the building and he had a gun.” Kelly explained.
“Is everyone else okay?”
“Yeah, witnesses said that he was only waving the gun around before setting the house on fire. After he got away, the Intelligence Unit found him totally coaked out in a warehouse nearby, rambling about God and stuff.”
“Jesus.” You sighed, leaning back into the pillows of your bed. Kelly just seemed to watch you for a second, his eyes trailing over your features with a delicateness he wasn’t even aware he had. You looked back at him once you felt his stare, his eyes so full of love and relief that it caught you catching your breath. “Kelly?”
Kelly blinked and took in a deep breath, looking around like he didn’t know what he was doing before standing up, giving your hand a squeeze. “I’m going to let a nurse know that you are awake. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
He got up and kissed you again on the forehead before heading out of the room. After a few minutes, he returned along with a nurse and Doctor Rhodes. “Y/N, how are you feeling?” Dr. Rhodes asked.
“Well, I can say positively that I’ve felt better. But I’m okay now, must be the good drugs you’re pumping through me.” You joked, chuckling before gasping a little and grapping at your chest. Kelly was by your side in an instant, holding your other hand while Dr. Rhodes came to your other side, pulling out his stethoscope.
“You might want to take it easy, that bullet grazed your lung so you might have trouble breathing for a while.” Dr. Rhodes explained as he listened to your breath sounds. “I want to keep an eye on you for a couple of days, and after everything seems healed up, I would like you to attend some physical therapy sessions. Just to make sure that lung won’t be a bother when you are back on the ambulance.”
“Okay. Thanks Dr. Rhodes.”
“Alright, I’ll leave you to get some rest. I’m on call for the night so I’ll be back in a couple of hours to check on you again.”
Dr. Rhodes and the nurse both left, leaving you with Kelly who was still holding onto your hand. It was silent for a while; Kelly had sat back in his seat at your bedside while continuing to hold your hand as his thumb moved back on forth on your skin. You looked up to his face just as his stare moved from your conjoined hands and he sent a weak smile your way, one you returned.
“You okay?”
Kelly let out a laugh, bitter and dry as he looked back at your hands, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re the one in a hospital bed.”
“I know, but I think somehow you look more like a wreck than I do.” You said, trying to lighten the mood but you could feel that Kelly wasn’t budging. “Kelly, I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because clearly I scared you with what happened. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
He sighed and tightened his grip on your hand before letting go and moving to sit at your side on the bed again. His eyes were glassy with unfallen tears as one of his hands moved to cup your cheek. Without even thinking, you leaned into his calloused touch which made him smile. “You’re my salvation, you know that, right?”
You turned to look at him, eyes wide. “What?”
“You are my salvation; this light in my life that no matter how bad things get, you are always there by my side to help get me through it. And when I was there in that back alley watching you bleed out right in front of my eyes, I couldn’t see how I would get through it without you.” Kelly explained. “I love you, Y/N. So much that this whole day has been agonizing because it made me think about what life without you would be like. And I never want to try and imagine that again.”
“Kelly...”
“So I know its a bit hypocritical to ask since I do what I do, and because I know how good at your job you are, but-”
“Kelly,” You said, stopping him short as your hands went to his own cheeks, wiping away the tears that had escaped. “I love you too. And I’ll try to be more careful, I promise.”
With a sigh of relief, you pulled Kelly’s face towards you and gave a gentle kiss. When you pulled back though, Kelly was quick to pull you back in and deepen the kiss. You two sat there for a while, just reminding each other that you were okay and that you both loved one another; hearts beating almost in synch as Kelly cherished this moment with you. You were okay....You were okay.
