The next shift they work, things between her and Matt seem fine. They're still just barely friends, but she's as comfortable around him as she can be considering she's still getting over the fact that he's seen her naked (among other things).
The bells go off and while on their way to the scene a Mayday call blasts over the radio.
"Mayday, mayday! This is Squad 3 to Main! Truck 81, Truck 66 have collided on the corner of 24th and Wabash. Gonna need ambulances! As many as you can get! This is bad!"
"That's Severide!" Shay yells, holding her hands out in front of Sylvie. "Hold it!"
Holy shit! That's Casey and his crew! She slams the breaks and looks to her partner for an answer. "That's like 5 blocks back! What do we do?"
"61 to Main! We're nearest to the accident. Request to take the accident instead," Shay asks into her radio -- looking as anxious and frantic as Sylvie feels.
"Stand-by, 61."
"Standy-by?" Shay asks in outrage to no one in particular. "This is life and death, you idiots."
"Affirmative, 61. Take in the accident."
She's turning the ambo around before Shay even has to ask.
By the time they pull up on the scene most of the firefighters are out of the wrecked trucks and helping save their colleagues. It's a shocking sight to see when they step out of the rig. Usually these guys are the ones doing the saving and this time they need to be saved themselves. She does not like the worry flowing through her entire body. They'll be fine. They'll all be fine.
"Shay!"
The worry eases at the sound of Matt's voice calling out for their attention. Her eyes follow Shay as she catches up with Casey. Brett's still grabbing the jump bag.
"Casey!" Shay calls back. "You alright?"
He nods. "I'm okay. We got a lot of guys who need help."
She's still crossing to the scene so she misses his detailed rundown of injuries. She walks up to them mid spiel.
"Mouch got banged up."
He meets her eyes with a silent assurance that he really is okay and, despite the cuts on his face, that's good enough for her.
"Okay, I'll go check on Mouch," she tells them as she sprints away.
The scene is chaos. Mouch is close to panicking over not being able to see out of one eye. Cruz is spiraling into a pit of guilt and self doubt. Once Mouch and MacFarland are in the Ambo it gets even crazier because all they do is argue the entire ride to Med. Fingers are already being pointed in one direction or the other.
She hears Shay let out an exasperated breath through the window into the back of the rig and knows they're all in for a long few days.
They drop off Mouch and MacFarland. Sylvie sticks around with Mouch while Shay goes to keep an eye on MacFarland and wait for Severide. Once Mouch has been treated and assessed, she walks away to find anybody else from 51.
She just so happens to find Matt first, pacing next to the nurses' station.
"Hey," she says as she stops in the middle of his path.
He pauses just short of mowing her over. "Hey."
She glances at the cuts on his face and realizes he hasn't stopped to get himself treated. She opens her mouth to ask but he speaks before she can.
"What's the word on Mouch?" Casey asks.
"He'll be fine. Doc says his vision will be fully restored," Brett answers.
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Fanfiction[Brettsey][AU - Canon Divergence][slow burn - eventual romance][friends to lovers] Our lives are a series of events and subsequent choices. If any of those events change then our choices and our path change along with it. This story will explore a m...
