Upstead comfort fics

10.05

(Using a request for Hailey hiding a concussion and throwing up then passing out and putting it in with having the team and Jay more involved with 10.05. He's still in Bolivia for this one, but is involved. Oh, and someone else makes a return!)
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"I'm fine, I'm fine," Hailey moved away from the paramedic that was cleaning her cut. It stung.

"You have a concussion, you need to go to the hospital," he said but Hailey pushed away.

"You already stitched me up, I'm fine," she insisted and walked away. Her head hurt, but she wasn't about to admit it. She needed to find the girl.

Voight stopped her the minute he saw her, but she brushed him off and insisted she was all good. Everything was just fine. It had to be. She had to help this girl.

As the day went on, Hailey's head kept hurting, but she took some extra strength Tylenol and kept going. It hurt, physically and mentally. She missed Jay so much and their boss saying she was losing her mind didn't help. Everyone was trying their best to keep her included and be there for her, but she didn't want that. She wanted Jay. She wanted normal. However, Hailey knew Jay needed this so they could be okay.

Kim had driven them back to the district after Hailey found the pictures on the computer. Hailey had been crying, and Kim took her wrist and led her to the passenger seat of the Jeep and opened the door. Once she was in, Kim went and drove them back.

"Hail, I'm always here, okay," she said gently and Hailey nodded as she calmed herself down. She was quiet the rest of the drive but composed herself and threw herself back into her work.

The unit kept an eye out for her as the day progressed. They knew Hailey, and she wasn't okay, not by a long shot. She just wouldn't admit it.

Hailey hit her wall when the girl, Abby, jumped off the roof. When Kim got up there, Hailey was sitting on the ground, crying. She jumped violently when Kim placed a hand on her shoulder, making the brunette step back and raise her hands in surrender.

"Sorry," Hailey whimpered, resting her head on her knees, which she'd pulled to her chest.

"I didn't mean to scare you. It's okay, Hail. What happened?" Kim asked carefully as she crouched down beside the blonde.

"She jumped. I tried to talk her down, to stop her, but, I, she, Kim," Hailey's voice became tight and her tears fell faster as she shakily reached a hand to Kim, looking for something to ground her. 

"Hey, it's okay. It's not your fault, Hailey. I know you, and I know you did everything you could. Breathe for me," Kim held her hand as she spoke, worried at how labored Hailey's breathing was.

Hailey squeezed her hand and put her head between her knees. She needed Jay. Jay was the best when it came to her panic attacks. He knew. She could faintly hear Kim talking to the others through her radio and asking for space on the roof for now.

"Hail, come on, listen to me and breathe. I know it's a lot, seeing her jump is hard enough, but you're also having a hard time and I know your head hurts. Breathe for me, you're okay. It will all be okay, just breathe with me," Kim was doing her best to calm Hailey down, but she knew it wasn't an easy task without Jay.

Hailey tried to breathe, but she was struggling and her head really hurt. She squeezed Kim's hand tighter and Kim brought their hands to rest on her stomach.

"Can you feel this?" She asked Hailey, waiting until she nodded. "I need you to match my breathing, Hail. Copy me, feel my breathing," Kim said, using her other hand to pull Hailey's hair out of her face.

Slowly, Hailey's focus shifted to feeling Kim's breathing, and she copied her. When she could actually breathe again, Hailey gave Kim's hand one last squeeze before she let go and wiped her cheeks.