A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Eleven

Ambulance, it's a weird place. Eventough everything feels slightly okay, it always turn extremly stressful and cold when you get into the ambulance.

When the sirens break through, Sylvie has already begun and there are flashlights, needles and other stuff everywhere. She probably don't know what's going on with Jennifer, neither do I. She just collapsed. But I can see that she's doing her best to figure it out.

"Do you have any idea of what could have happened?" She ask, shining with a flashlight in Jennifer's eyes one more time.

I look anxiously at Jennifer, she was all right before she collapsed and became the pure opposite of okay. Her fight with Cal might have been tough but it couldn't have been tough enough to hurt her this bad.

Then, as if the coincidence wanted me to notice, I note that her soft and small finger tips are slightly red, not because of the cold, not because of the wound on her forehead, not from the grazes, but from elsewhere, it's blood on them. And I remember how her arms hugged, or almost cramped around her belly as if it was something painful centered there, when I carried her toward the ambulance.

I grap the zipper of her jacket and slowly drag it down until the jacket is completely open. When I see it my heart skipped a beat and I almost held my breath.

"Of course" I say and sigh. She must have been stabbed during the fight between Cal and her, then she hid the injury from us

The black t-shirt is fully covered in blood and her beanie has been pressed against the black t-shirt and is secured with help of the red shirt that is tied around her belly. I well recognize the shirt from the day when she got caught.

Sylvie notice the blood as quick as I do, she also seems to be as shocked as me.

One time when I was playing around in a tree, waiting motionless for a friend to come by, I dozed off and fell ten feet to the ground, landing on my back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything.

That's how I feel now, trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the thoughts bounces around inside my skull. That's not because I'm a weak little person, it's because I'm so shocked and to be honest, I'm really angry.

I know Jennifer is good at hiding stuff and that we always has to push it out of her but this, she is 19, she must have known that it was more than dangerous to hide this from us, no one would be angry, not even close to angry if she just told us from the beginning. I can bet that not even Voight would've been angry. But now he will, I promise. If Jennifer survive this, Voight will beat, or at least scare the shit out of her so she never does anything like this again.

"I know you want to help but whatever you do, don't touch her.." Sylvie begin to say but she stop, to think "Creation, or whatever she has done" She say and grab Jennifer's right hand. She squeeze the wrist a few times to reveal the veins and insert a cannula.

I sit on my seat, waiting for something to happen. Wait. Sounds easy, right? Thirsty. Hungry. Cold. Aching muscles. Bored. I'm supposed to wait here until we reach the hospital, and then I have to wait again. I'm already so stressed up I'll probably just walk around like a scared chicken when we reach the hospital. Maybe sounds easy too? But have you ever waited for several hours and then get the answer that the one is still in surgery or that they can't tell you? You are probably lucky and haven't, but if you have, you know what I'm talking about and it's a very strange experience.

Sylvie start the Cardiac Monitor and grab the two electrone stickers. There's a thin film on the sticky side, so they don't lose their "stickyness", she remove those and stick the stickers underneath Jennifer's t-shirt onto her chest.

Jagged lines appear on the screen, it looks normal. The same says the figures, in the upper right corner there is a little heart and a number that tells the amount of beats a minute, it says 59. I remember that from school, a normal resting heart rate for adults ranges from 60 to 100 beats a minute. A heart rate above or below may signal a problem. Her heart rate varies between 58 and 59, it is good, it feels good.