Support Each Other(A Chicago Fire fanfic)

Confrontation....Good and Bad/ Bad News

The next day, I got a call from Voight while I was at work. He wanted me to come to PD to identify the arsonist. As I was driving to PD, anxiety welled up in my body. When I got there, parked, and got out of my car, I saw Voight waiting for me at the door. As I walked towards him and as he led me to the room where I was to identify the arsonist, anxiety kept building up. "I'll be in there with you the whole time. Relax." Voight assured me. I took a deep breath and we went in. The lights on the other side switched on and four men stood against the wall. I pointed to the third man and told Voight, "That's him." The lights in the other room switched off and Voight and I walked out. "Are you alright?" Voight asked. I shook my head and said, "Flashbacks....I'm having terrible flashbacks of the time when my dad was critically injured in an arsonist attack. Of course, he's fine now.." I choked up and felt tears welling up. Voight pulled me into a hug and said, "I understand." I took a deep breath, wiped my tears, and told him that I will be alright.

Just after I arrived back at 51, I got a call from the hospital saying that the female victim, Chloe, from the fire was awake. After my shift, I headed straight to the hospital to visit her. Once I got there, I asked for directions to her room and a nurse pointed me to it. Once I stepped foot into the room, I saw Voight and the Halstead brothers on each side of her bed. I introduced myself to her. She was sweet, but was scared. We talked about what happened, how she was feeling, and I told her that her and her husband, Scott's attacker was in jail. She was relieved. She asked, "Can I hug you?" I replied, "Of course." After we hugged, Dr. Halstead pulled me aside. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "She was three months pregnant...she lost the baby as a result of all the smoke. She was in respiratory distress when she was brought in." His voice broke as he explained what happened. I put my hand up and said, "I-I get it. Does she know yet?" "No, she doesn't know yet." He replied. "Tell her." I told him. My phone rang, it was Jimmy. "Excuse me. It's Jimmy." I said. Halstead nodded and went back into the room. "Hey Jimmy. What's going on?" I answered. "There's a fire at Sylvia's school. Everyone is out, including Sylvia. Hurry to the station, get your suit and gear, and come!" He explained, his voice was shaking. "I'm on my way, honey." I told him. I hung up, walked to the doorframe, and motioned to Voight that I had to go. I ran out of the hospital, got in my car, raced to 51, grabbed my suit and gear, and sped towards the school. When I arrived, I quickly got out of the car, suited and geared up, and rushed into the building without question. "Fire Department! Call out!" I yelled. "We're over here, Borrelli!" I heard Cruz yell. We kept yelling toward each other and I followed his voice to a room on the second floor. He and Otis were breaking down a door where two people, from what Cruz told me, were trapped. Once the door was broken, we stepped in and got the people out, Cruz and Otis rushed with them out and I saw Hermann behind them. We called out to anyone else who might have been trapped. We checked the last floor, the third floor and called out. We heard another voice and followed it. We broke down the door, found the victim, and rushed with them out of the building. I heard the roof starting to collapse just as we stepped out of the door. I looked back to see the building collapse and a piece of burning wood shooting towards us. I yelled for Hermann to take cover and the plank struck me in the back of my left leg. Severide and Jimmy rushed to and caught me as I fell. They carried me to the ambulance and laid me on my right side on the gurney. Jimmy told me that he would cut the big part of the plank with a chainsaw and treat the burn as Severide and Stella put the plank's fire out. As they worked on my leg, Boden knelt down and held my hand as he said, "You are one of the toughest firefighters I have ever met. You hang on, alright?" I nodded. I yelled in pain as Jimmy and Severide started to slowly pull the rest of the plank out. I let go of Boden's hand and gripped the side of the gurney. As soon as I felt the plank out of my leg, I took a deep breath. Stella and Jimmy lifted me into the ambulance and Jimmy climbed in the back with me. I lost consciousness.

I woke up three hours later in a recovery room. Jimmy was kneeling beside me, praying. "Jimmy? Honey?" I whispered. He looked up, tears running down his face. "I'm okay. What happened right after I passed out?" I assured him. He sniffed, wiped his tears with his sleeve and told me, "You had emergency surgery. They.." he gulped and put his hand on his forehead, ".....they couldn't save that part of your leg. They had to amputate below your knee." We were both in tears. "What will I do now?" I asked Jimmy. "You can either get a prosthetic leg....or retire." I heard Dr. Halstead say. I looked up. He had a worried look on his face.