A Linstead Life

I Hate Hospitals

Erin's POV
When we entered the room the first thing I saw was voight, the only thing I had that was close to a family was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood with two bullets in him. One to the shoulder. One to the chest. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe, I stood there, stuck to the ground, frozen in time. I could see the unit rushing around. Jay was putting pressure on Hanks chest to try and stop the bleeding, Antonio was calling for an ambulance, Ruzek and Atwater were clearing the back of the building and Al was speaking to Hank, but was getting no reply. Suddenly, my vision started to go blurry and I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. Just as one escaped and trickled down my cheek the paramedics ran past me and before I could process what was happening they had Hank on a board and were carrying him out of the building. I felt a warm embrace engulf me in a tight, bear like hug, it was Jay, I broke down, and I started crying uncontrollably. I felt his hands rubbing up and down my back as he mumbled something in my ear, I couldn't understand him but I nodded anyway. The next thing I knew I couldn't feel the ground under my feet, I was being carried.

Jay's POV
By the time I carried erin outside the building the ambulance was already speeding away, towards the hospital, sirens blaring. As I got to the car I put Erin in the passenger seat and buckled her up. Once I reached the drivers side of the car I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned round to see Antonio there, he gave me a nod and a pat on the back and walked away as I got in the car. I whizzed through the streets of Chicago desperately trying to get to the hospital. The car journey was silent. Erin's distraught wails had turned into gentle sniffles, the tears however were still streaming down her face, followed by big black steams of mascara. We reached the hospital in no time and as soon I had parked the car we both jumped out of the car. Erin was speed walking towards the hospital, so I had to log to catch up with her. As I got to her side I put my arm around her shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. As we approached the door I gave Erin a quick kiss on the head and whispered in her hear, "It's Hank, he is as tough as old boots." She looked up with a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and replied, "I hope to god that you are right.".

Erin's POV
As we entered the hospital I headed straight for the main desk to for any updates on Hank. We were told, after a long procedure about it only being immediate family that they give information too, that he was in surgery and that there is a waiting room down the hall that we can wait in. We had been sitting in the waiting room for over half an hour when the rest of the unit walked in. As soon as I saw Al I ran straight up to him, I hugged and started crying again. Al had always been there for me and for Hank, for as long as I could remember, he was sort of like and uncle to me, he helped me whenever Hank wasn't around, which wasn't very often, he helped teach me how to be good police. The rest of the unit had all taken a seat and eventually I broke the hug with Al and he gave me a quick kiss on the head and went to sit next to Antonio. I returned to my seat next to Jay and lay against his, side. After a while he moved his arm allowing me to snuggle right into his side, which some how made me relax ever so slightly. Two hours had past and we hadn't heard a thing. It was going on the third hour when a doctor came into the waiting room, "Family of Sargent Hank Voight?" We all stood up in unison. The doctor nodded and then began speaking, "we have managed to remove both the bullets form Sargent Voight and we have managed to repair his lung that was punctured by the bullet he took to the chest, he flatlined twice in the ambulance and once on the operating table, however he is now stable but not out of the woods yet....." missed the end of what the doctor said, which I later found out was that he was being kept in for a week to monitor his progress, but that didn't matter. He was stable. He was alive. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard Ruzek asking when we can see him. The doctor told us he had just been moved to a room on the third floor and that we could visit him but only two at a time as he needs his rest. Once we had reached the third floor it was an unspoken rule that I was going in first, however I didn't want to go in by myself, "I don't want to go in by myself, Jay will you..." I trailed off "Of course I will.", and all of a sudden I felt that calming feeling reappear from earlier, somehow Jay always made me feel calm and relaxed even in a time like this.
I slowly pushed the door to Hanks room opened and I walked in with Jay by my side, I felt myself starting to well up but before any tears could escape, Jay's hand Bentley grabbed mine and gave it a small squeeze, promising me that everything is all right. I went and sat in the chair next to Hanks bed and gently took his hand in mine. He hands flustered slightly at my touch so I decided to speak to him, "HeyHank." I whispered, with tears streaming down my face, again. "Hey kid" he replied "there's no need to cry, I'm fine." I chuckled quietly to myself, "Fine?" I questioned "Hank your not fine to took two buckets one to the shoulder and one in the chest which punctured your I might add." I said with a certain amount of sass. "But I'm fine now" he replied with a horse throat, well at least more horse than usual, so I grabbed the cup on the nightstand next to his bed and filled it with water out of the jug, put a straw in it and held the cup for him to take a drink. As I was putting the cup down he mumbled "I feel like a five year old." This causing a chuckle from Jay, causing Hank to sit up slightly in his bed to get a better look at halstead. "Now I know how you feel when she wont let you drive." This earned a laugh form all of us, although Hank was in more discomfort than Jay and I, he still insisted on laughing.