false god | k. severide [REWRITE]

three

iii. season one, episode three professional courtesy

emeraude sat on the end of the couch with mouch while herrmann sat in one of the chairs beside the couch as he watched whatever was on the tv. mouch had dozed off and emeraude was almost there with him as her head rested on the arm rest. at the sound of static coming from the tv, mouch woke up. "what the hell just happened?" he questioned.

herrmann pressed a few buttons on the remote but nothing worked. "ah, damn things fried."

mills had entered the room and glanced at the clock. "two hours left in the shift and no calls yet. that happen very often?"

mouch and herrmann turned to each other, both shocked that he would say that. emeraude slowly sat up and turned to face mills who's eyes were darting between the three confused on their reactions. "he did not just say that." emeraude groaned.

right on time the alarm went off.

"accident. truck eighty one. squad three. ambulance thirty nine."

angela came into the room, an annoyed glint in her eye. "who said it?" everyone pointed to mills and angela glared at him. "damn you, candidate."

emeraude and angela rushed to get out of the ambo as they arrived on the scene, squad three just in front of them. emeraude threw open the back doors and grabbed the back board out before helping angela get the stretcher out. the two made their way over to the van that was upside down and almost falling over the railing.

"give us ten more seconds, boys." severide said to truck eighty one as they held the car down so it wouldn't go over.

"you got eight." herrmann groaned.

angela went to one side of the van to look at the passengers while emeraude was stood beside where severide was and looking in at the driver. "hey, sir, just sit tight there for me, all right? don't try and unbuckle yourself." emeraude told the driver.

"is he all right?" the man spoke. "my son? he's not saying anything."

emeraude leaned in front of severide to place her gloved fingers on the son's neck to feel for a pulse. the brunette looked to the driver as she nodded. "yeah, he's alive, sir."

"oh, thank god."

angela pulled her radio closer to her lips and spoke quietly into it. "we're gonna need ambo sixty one."

"two more!" casey yelled over to angela. "driver of the first car over there." angela nodded and requested for another ambulance as well as ambo sixty one.

"i need two back boards." severide called. "where's those jaws?" capp handed them over and severide struggled to get the door open. "we're gonna go through the windshield. all right, get me a pick head."