One Chicago One Shots (COMPLETED)

Sick Day- Dawsey

AN: Alright, I realize not everyone may like these kind of stories but I love them! And I really enjoy writing them. And I really needed some Dawsey Fluff after seeing that promo. I'll include it after this story in case you didn't see it. Hope you guys enjoy! 😘

Dawson POV:

"Ambulance 61, person collapsed, 627 32nd street."

That is how I get woken up. I groan and slowly climb out of my warm, comfortable bed. I make my way down to the apparatus floor only to see Brett already there waiting for me.

"Gabby! Come on! Hurry up!" She shouts at me.

"Alright, just give me a second." I say as I lean against the ambo to try and push the sudden feeling of nausea away.

"Finally. You do realize this poor, sick person..." That's all I hear of Brett's rant before I completely zone out. "Hello? Gabby are you in there?" She asks after a while waving her hand in front of my face.

"What? Oh ya, sorry. It's way to early, you know I'm not exactly a morning person."

"Ya, your right. This is a really early call." She says as we pull up to the person's house.

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When we have finally dropped our patient off at Med I lean my head against the window trying, once again, to push past the nausea.

"Hey, Gabby, you alright? You don't look to good."

"I'm fine."

I ignore her for the rest of the way back. When we finally pull into 51 I jump out and run back up to my bed. I immediately lay down in it and feel the warmness overtake my weak, sick body.

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"Gabby?" I hear Matt's beautiful voice ask.

I moan as I roll over in an attempt to ignore him.

"Gabby, sweetie, it's noon. You need to get up. Shift ends in a few hours."

"Fine. Ju... Just give me a... A second." I moan as I notice just how awful I feel. My head is pounding, the nausea is back full force, and I feel so weak and lightheaded.

"Gabby, what's wrong? And don't tell me nothing, because this is obviously something. You look awful, I mean that in the nicest way possible."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"Alright, but I'm still worried."

I slowly climb out of bed and I immediately have to lean on Casey so I don't fall over.

"Hey, now will you tell me what's wrong? You look like you're gonna pass out."

"I... I... I'm okay." I say slowly pushing myself off of Casey.

"You have a funny way of convincing me of that. Gabby please tell me what's wrong."

I'm about to answer but instead I run straight to the bathroom. Once I'm in there my dinner makes a re-appearance. Soon I feel someone's hands gently rubbing my back, and holding my hair back. I lean back into him and moan.

"Gabby, how long have you been feeling sick?"

"Since I woke up for that call this morning."

"Sweetie, next time you need to tell me sooner so we could prevent this."

"I... I will. I promise. Matt... Can we go home?"

"Of course baby, just let me go let the Chief know."