My Brettonio stories

Always

Sylvie was enjoying a quiet evening at home on her night off. Usually she would be with Antonio on her night off, but tonight he was working a big case and knew that he couldn't see her tonight. Thoughts of Antonio made her smile. She couldn't believe that she was dating Antonio freakin' Dawson. She always thought he was hot, every women in Chicago thought he was. But like the others, she never thought she had a chance with him. He was the type of guy that if you didn't know him, you would think he was rude. But she knew he wasn't since he was related to her partner.

They have been dating for close to 5 months now, and she could honestly say this was the relationship she had been waiting her whole life. She was happy with Cruz at one time, but she never loved him. Not the way she loved Antonio. And she felt incredibly lucky that he loved her too.

She was watching Dirty Dancing and it was getting to her favorite part where Johnny was about to walk in and dance with Baby. She groaned when she heard a knock on the door. Since it was close to 11PM, she knew that Antonio would text her before coming over here. At least that's what she thought.

"Whoever this is, I'm going to kill for ruining my movie, and for banging on my door like that." She said as the knocks on the door grew more aggressive. She didn't even check the peephole as she opened the door and she gasped when she saw Antonio bent over, and he was bleeding.

"What the hell?" She said as she grabbed his arm and pulled him in her apartment. She helped him over to her couch and sat him down. "What the hell happened?" She asked.

"I—I got into a tiny fight. Nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about? You're bleeding, Antonio! You're bleeding all over my carpet."

Antonio laughed but then he winced. "You're so nice." He said, jokingly. "It's not as bad as it looks. As long as I'm still conscious, that's good."

Sylvie stood up, looking at him. "I'm taking you to Med." She said, worried for her boyfriend.

"No!" Antonio exclaimed which made Sylvie jumped. "Why do I need them? My girlfriend is a paramedic and the only one I trust right now."

Sylvie took a deep breath. "That's nice, Antonio, and sweet. But I'm not a doctor or nurse, I can't help." She was trying to tell him nicely, but she couldn't understand why he didn't want to go to the hospital.

Antonio leaned back on the couch, taking a deep breath. "Voight saw how close I was to this case and told me hours ago to go home and sleep." He said, explaining.

"But you didn't." Sylvie said, finishing his sentence. "And if he knows you got stabbed, you could get in trouble."

"Yes—well no, I mean when I went to the guy, I had my badge on, so it wasn't like I was doing it illegally."

"In a way you were. You didn't listen to your boss and went after a criminal on your own!" Why he wasn't getting this, she didn't understand. "Tell me the guy is still alive, Antonio. Tell me."

Antonio sighed and he nodded his head. "Yes, I mean obviously he got the better of me and I was fighting him off. So he's pretty beat up to, but he's still alive."

Sylvie nodded her head. She needed to take care of him before he lost anymore blood. "We'll talk about this later. And you are going to the hospital tomorrow. We'll come up with a story. Let me just patch you up for tonight." She promised as she stood up and walked into the bathroom. Thankfully she was a paramedic so she always kept a first aid kit handy in her apartment for emergencies.

After a few minutes, she remerged in the living room with towels, wet rags, the first aid kit. She walked into the kitchen and she grabbed a bottle of whisky for the pain. She walked in the living room and walked over to him.