Linstead: What Was Meant To Be

Gabriela Dawson's POV

"Sargent Voight? What have we got?" I asked, a little surprised to see him.

"It's Lindsay. She and Halstead were kidnapped and...well...she ended off worse." Voight husked as he speed-walked with me down the corridor.

"What?" I gasped slightly out of worry for my friends.

"Yeah. All but one of the suspects are D.O.A. We're trying to get the full story out've Halstead but he's kind of a wreck." Voight continued.

"Well can you blame him?" I shrugged as we turned a corner.

"Not at all. We've pieced together as much as we can, and as far as we know, Lindsay took and did most of the damage.

We walked into an ominous-looking room and in an instant, I was slapped in the face by the smell of iron in the air.

A group of four bodies were strung out in all corners of the room, each badly beaten.

Then I saw her.

Detective Lindsay was laying breathlessly on the floor in a growing puddle of blood; an emotional Jay gripping her hand and stroking the hair from her pale face.

"Gabby! Oh god, please help her! She was stabbed! She...uh...she keeps fading in and out of consciousness but she was trying to talk a minute ago." Jay explained, his voice cracking with worry.

"Alright, Erin? Erin can you hear me?" I asked loudly as I knelt down beside her.

She groaned fearfully and nodded in response, before opening her bloodshot eyes to look directly into mine.

Lindsay's eyes were flooded with fear.

"Alright girl. We're gonna get you through this. Jay, please. I need you to back up a little so I can do my job. Try to calm down ok?" I instructed Halstead, before Kevin Atwater and Adam Ruzek began pulling him out of the way slightly.

"Shay? I need a backboard now! It's Lindsay." I yelled into the radio.

"Copy that!" Came my partner's crackling response.

I then set about attaching Erin to a Cardiac Monitor and gaining IV access. The veins in her arms were shot and almost invisible, however I managed to get the IV in.

I started her on a bolus of fluids in an improvised attempt to replenish some of the blood she'd lost, and also gave her a dose of Morphine for the pain.

Then I tore open as many packs of gauze as I could in order to put proper pressure on Erin's torso until Shay arrived with the second jump bag.

Poor Lindsay began to cough up blood just as Shay walked in.

"Holy crap!" She said, diving to her knees and placing the backboard and extra jump-bag she was carrying.

"Gabby..." Erin coughed and rasped, her mouth dry and tears streaming down her face.

"Don't talk Erin. Save your energy sweetie." Shay replied.

"Just...tell me...how it is. Am...I gonna die?" Erin asked, barely able to suck air into her strained lungs.

"You obviously don't have that much faith in us." I joked, making Lindsay smile faintly.

"We need to get her on oxygen." I said as I inspected the wound.

"I'm on it." My trustworthy partner stated.

"Curlextion tape and 4x4 gauze." I ordered professionally.

With the tape and gauze, I successfully created a pressure dressing that slowed the bleeding significantly.

"Backboard." Shay said as she placed it in position next to Erin and prepared to roll her.