"Look we're doing everything we can but there's no strong leads we can use right now." Jay informs Sharon Goodwin of CPD's latest news about the state of emergency the city of Chicago was currently in.
"I have people in quarantine Jay and the press isn't helping us at all." Sharon told him. "This isn't something out of the blue. Someone has to be behind this mess."
"We're doing everything we can but that's all I can give you right now."
"Incoming!" Maggie calls out. She swiftly joins the group. "We can't keep up Sharon."
"Is it NF?"
"Yes it is. Y/N and Riley are bringing them in."
At the mention of his girlfriend Jay's heart sunk. He knew how dangerous your job was on the daily but now he truly understood the pressure you had on your chest.
It only made him work harder in figuring out who is behind this mess.
He saw you a lot but never for long enough. After it was debunked that the virus is spread airborne or through contact, you were able to hug and kiss Jay quickly whenever the two of you saw each other at Med. But nothing more than that.
Jay worked late at the District and your 24-hour shifts were long and hard as they were. Adding the outbreak heavied on the both of you.
The sound of heavy footsteps coming from the entrance alerted everyone and soon people stepped aside to let you and Riley through.
"Jasmine Black. 23 years old with necrotising fasciitis. I think we'll need to amputate her leg. It's... Gone." You informed the nurses. They did their job with you and called Crockett Marcel, hoping that he will be able to save her.
Your worried eyes spot Jay and the only thing you can do is nod sadly. You've been exposing yourself to the bacteria continuously, and each time you risked your life for someone else's it never ended well. So far, you didn't bring anyone who came out of the OR alive.
And that broke you.
"Do you think she'll make it?" Sharon asked Riley and you when you joined their little circle.
"No we don't think she will," Riley started to explain. Jay wrapped his arm around your shoulder and supported you for as long as possible. Soon, you and Riley will be back in the outside world in the heart of the outbreak. "The bacteria spread out in her leg, it's impossible to try to save her without amputation. And even with that we can only hope that she survives."
"Oh God. How are you girls feeling?" Goodwin placed her hand on your forearms in a soothing matter.
"We're tired but okay." You told her.
"I should probably get back to the District. If you find anything that can help us call me." He squeezed your shoulder and removed his arm before you could even stop him.
On que, your radio informed you of your new victim. "That's our que."
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"Sir you need to lie down!" You command the man you're currently bringing into the ED. His arm is infected but he doesn't waste a beat when trying to get off the gurney.
"N-No!" He screams. Like a fish, the man flops off the gurney and tries to get away in a wonky run chase.
"For God's sake!" Riley exclaims. "Sir you are stuffed with anesthetics! You can't get away from us!"
You shoot her a look of pure invitation to help and she joins you in the chase. Using your running skills you accomplished by taking daily morning runs with your boyfriend, you appear in front of the drowsy man and once again command him to stop.
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FanfictionA series of Chicago P.D. themed one shots from my Tumblr account (+exclusive content for Wattpad only). Stories range from 1,000 to 3,000 (at most) words and are fairly easy reads. Ideas behind them go to my Tumblr followers. I do not write for One...