Linstead: What Was Meant To Be

General POV

"Oh my god, Erin!" Jay gasped in great relief upon being reunited with the woman he loved. But after than he could finish his sentence, he knew something was deathly wrong.

Erin slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, however the tears dripping from her cheeks seemed to weigh her face down towards the ground.

"I've got you, alright? I'm here, we're gonna be fine." Jay attempted to comfort her, however his efforts proved useless.

"Jay...I..." Disoritentation.

Halstead grew even more concerned as he started to check her over for injuries. The fact that she was gripping her stomach tightly set off red flags.

So Jay gently took Erin's hands in his, and instantly felt a warm, wet substance on his hands.

Blood.

Jay saw the blood leaking into her shirt and was engraved with a panic like no other as he put the pieces back  together of what had happened inside that room.

Erin had somehow managed to turn the gun back on the 4 kidnappers, and had been locked in a desperate struggle with them all.

Jay quickly glanced over to the one man who wasn't lying dead on the concrete.

He felt the colour drain from his face as he noticed what was in the beaten perpetrator's hand.

A long, serated knife.

Most of it was doused in dark red blood.

Erin's blood.

"He...stabbed...me." Erin moaned.

Jay was frozen, and Erin was gasping and groaning in unimaginable pain.

"Okay, okay, okay Erin, stay with me. Look at me, keep your eyes on me. You're gonna be fine. Absolutely fine. Keep looking at me." Jay begged desperately trying to compose himself in order to be able to deal with the situation in the most effective way possible.

He saw nothing loose to apply pressure to the wound with, so he wrestled his way out of his jacket, balled it up and placed it firmly on the affected area.

"God!" Erin winced as the pain was exacerbated by Jay's hands.

"I know, I'm sorry!" Jay said, continuing to hold pressure.

But there was so much blood everywhere and so little light that he had absolutely no idea whether he was stopping the bleeding or making it worse.

To his utter relief, sirens finally sounded outside.

"CHICAGO POLICE!" Jay heard the unmistakable voice of Hank Voight echoing down the corridor.

"HALSTEAD? LINDSAY? WHERE YOU AT?" Shouted Kevin.

At this point, Erin was beginning to fade out. Her eyes were fluttering and her hands became loose as they held onto Jay's.

So Halstead laid Erin down on the floor to protect her from falling, and so he could help her more.

Her skin tone had fallen into a grey shade of pale and the sparkle in her eyes had faded.

She winced in pure agony as Jay put pressure on her wound.

"KEVIN! VOIGHT! 6th ROOM! TELL THAT AMBO TO KICK IT IN THE ASS! LINDSAY HAS BEEN STABBED!" Jay yelled as loudly as he could.

"Stay with me Lindsay. C'mon partner, fight it!" He growled through gritted teeth.

"You are gonna be fine. Everything's going to be fine. You have to be fine! COME ON!" He continued, tears now seeping from his handsome eyes as Hank Voight and Kevin Atwater bundled into the room.

"Oh my god." Voight hissed upon taking in the horrific sight.

The tyres and sirens of ambulance 61 screeched and blared outside as the scene kept unraveling like a ball of yarn rolling unattended down a hill...