*Hank Voight's House: Sometime Between Shift*
"Dad!" I called as she used her own key to unlocked the door and sprinted inside. "You said you weren't gonna hurt him."
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, Pumpkin. What's going on?" He wondered, getting off couch with a confused expression.
"Matt, Daddy." I chocked out, eyes glazing over with tears. "He got jumped walking home from the store. He's in the hospital."
Hank clenched his jaw in anger.
"Hey, look at me. I payed them 5 grand just to scare him a little and I made it very clear they weren't supposed to touch him." He promised.
"All right, I believe you. I- I gotta get down to Grey-Solan." I muttered.
*Grey-Solan Memorial" A Little While Later*
I rushed into the room she been directed towards and, ignoring Antonio Dawson on the left side.
"No cracked ribs. You're next in line for the CT scan." Hallie informed, pulling out her stethoscope. "Will you sit up for me?"
Matt did so, groaning in pain and revealing the bruise marring his left side in the process. I let out a shaky breath at sight of Hallie had him take couple deep breaths declaring that his lungs are fine. Meanwhile, I finally looked away from Matt as Wallace and Lucas appeared in the room, nodding at us.
"It sounds clear. That's good. You can lay back." She assured, helping him return to his previous position.
"Casey, how are you?" Wallace wondered.
"I'm okay, Chief." He assured, laying back on the bed and holding the icepack to his head.
"No faces from these guys? Markings? Anything distinguishable?" Antonio inquired.
"One of them had a tattoo. Forearm." Matt recalled as the detective clicked his pen and began writing in his notepad.
"Left? Right?" Antonio questioned.
"Left. Oh, God, maybe right?" Matt groaned.
"Think." The detective pushed.
"I'm thinking!!" Matt snapped, slamming the icepack on the bed before returning it to his aching face.
"All right." Antonio stood up. "All right, rest for a few."
He left the room and Matt slammed the ice pack down again before bringing a hand up to pinch of his nose.
"Matt. MATT!!" Lucas hissed, stepping closer. "Believe me, I know what you're going through, and I know you're thinking. But we are gonna figure out how to do this the right way." he assured. "Do you hear me?"
"Yeah." the Lieutenant sighed.
"Okay." He nodded, walking out of the room to deal with the rest of the friend group members who were currently watching them through a window.
"Matt." I swallowed, looking at the ground as I finally spoke up. "You remember Hank Voight??"
"Yeah. He's your father." he said, as I nodded in confirmation, tears welding up in my eyes.
"Come here. I promised you. He isn't going to do this to me I got this." he smiled.
"Thanks Matt." I smiled as he grabbed my hands.
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Fight Her
AdventureY/N Voight, is the daughter of Hank Voight and Maggie Lockwood, and has been a firefighter with the Chicago Fire Department, since 2006. She known Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, and others since babies, their half-siblings. We have all clicked togethe...
