A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Fortythree

"So, you are very bruised up and have two pretty bad wounds from the rubber bullets that hit you, all that has given you a total of twenty three stitches. You also have a moderate concussion and a couple of broken ribs that has lead to pneumothorax" he say.

"And in english?" I ask.

"It means punctured or collapsed lung. The treatment for that is different depending on the situation but we decided to put you on oxygen therapy which is what we're doing now, giving you oxygen through the nasal cannula" he say.

"And how long will I have this?" I ask concerned.

"It varies between a couple of hours to a couple of days. But due you other injuries will we keep you here a couple of days even if we by time will reduce the amount of oxygen" he say.

I sigh. I hate being forced to stay at places.

"You were lucky though" he say.

"That's a strange definition of lucky" I reply quickly. 

He laughs. "Well, you know the drill around here, I'll be back to check on you in a while. If you need anything you can press that button or ask anyone who's around" he says and leaves.

I'm left alone, no tv, no phone, no music, no book, no magazine, no playing cards and absolutely nothing to do.

But it luckily doesn't last for so long because Voight enters, arms in his pockets and empty expression as usual. When he reach the bed he stop and lean agains the wall.

"How you doin' kid?" He ask, and for once he sounds nice.

"Honestly, like shit" I reply.

"We couldn't get to the abducters before they escaped, we'll have a patrol officer outside your room and I'm going to send up a forensic to get some pictures going" he says.

"You know the drill, I'll have to ask you some questions" he say.

"Hit it" I say.

He go with the usual questions, who were they? Do you know why they chose you? What did they want?

When he's done he simply just stand up, grab his jacket and start to leave.

"Get well" I he says as he leaves.

Once agin I'm left alone and I still don't have anything to do. I decide to go to sleep because what else is there I can do?
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I wake up to the smell of fries and cheese sauce. And when I actually open my eyes I see the box of fries standing on the table that's over the bed.

The draperies are open but I don't see anyone who could have dropped off the food recently, I only see the patrol officer who's guarding my door.

I give a hundred percent focus to the food and start stuffing my mouth full.

As I'm in the middle of enjoying my fries, there's a knock on the glass door. I don't bother to look up because I'm all busy in eating.

"Come in" I say, mouth full with food.

I hear the door opening and how someone comes in.

"I would like to ask you some questions" A voice says and hearing who it is makes me almost choke on the what I just swallowed.

Oh my god. This can't be right.