What happens in Vegans Definitely didn't stay there

Chapter 7: Secret's Out

Sylvie treats a friend, gets mistaken for her former title and tells Antonio everything that happened. They take their relationship to the next level

Squad 3, Truck 81, Ambulance 61. Hazmat incident at Cermack and Loomis.

Sylvie jumped into action, Mills following behind her. The drive to the scene wasn't far, and as they pulled up they could see the plumes of smoke rising into the air. Their role was support and to transport anyone who got too badly off, so they watched Matt and Kelly getting onto the roof and getting the injured men off before getting called into their own action.

"Mills, Brett! Check those people coming out of the doors," Boden yelled over, and they ran across, helping people out and checking heart rates. There wasn't much could be done till hazmat arrived, so truck and squad were helping move people away from the building. Sylvie got the last man out and into 61, and Mills drove them to Med.

The ER was even busier than normal, and a red haired doctor grabbed their patient with barely any words. Sylvie was packing the ambulance up to head back to 51 when she saw Kelly coming through the crowded area.

"Can I get a ride back with you? Had to take apart a machine around a guy's leg but I've no ride back to 51 unless I get a cab, and I'm still in my turnouts." He motioned to his filthy clothes and Sylvie smiled.

"You can hop in the back, don't worry. Help me get the gurney up? Mills is inside getting gauze for us." Kelly helped her lift up the gurney legs, pushing it into the back of the ambo. They stood there waiting for Mills as a man came by looking drunk. She ignored him, focusing on seeing her partner's head going through the ER. Without warning, the drunk guy turned around and Sylvie realised he was wearing a bomb on his chest.

"Brett, down, now!" She was pulled down and halfway under the ambo, Kelly holding her still as the shock raced over her. She lay there motionless for a moment before rolling out from under him, and staring at the scene that lay before her. There was blood pumping from Kelly's chest, and she grabbed her gauze and started packing, screaming for help. Kelly was barely breathing, so she grabbed her kit and tubed him, tears streaming down her face as she attached the ambu bag and breathed for her best friend. There wasn't much structural damage to the building itself, so when her shouts were heard people ran out to investigate.

"Kelly Severide, 35 years old. Blast trauma from an IED strapped to a man's chest, shrapnel injuries and a lot of blood lost outside. Packed his wounds with gauze before you could get out there."

"We've got it from here, thanks Brett," the doctor she'd seen earlier said, pushing her away from Kelly so they could treat him. She stared through the window for a moment, until she looked down and realised her hands were coated in her best friend's blood. Sylvie nearly retched as she ran to the bathroom to get it off her hands.

Once they were clean, she sat in the waiting room, staring at the door into the ER. The entire house was there after they'd heard what had happened, waiting for news from the docs inside. Matt sat to her left as he gripped her hand in comfort. The rest of the house wandered the waiting room, too keyed up on adrenaline to do anything except pace. It didn't take long for the red haired doctor to emerge, his face grave.

"You're with Severide?" He asked, staring at the firefighters who were present.

"Yeah. We're down as his next of kin, Matthew Casey and Sylvie Brett. What's going on?" Matt spoke for the two of them, helping Sylvie to her feet.

"The two of you can head up to the surgical waiting room, but the rest of you have to wait here. He's got a lot of shrapnel in his chest, and we've got surgeons starting to remove it. It's a slow process, and there's some near his heart that isn't making things easy. It's touch and go right now." Matt clenched his fist and Sylvie clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her gasp. She stared straight at the doctor, begging him to give any further news.