In That Moment- A Chicago PD FanFiction

Chapter 18

Erin's P.O.V.

It's been an odd couple of months, things have been fairly uneventful at work, a rarity in our unit. I've been enjoying it though, it been nice to get back to normal without the stress of high profile cases. Things have been going great between me and Jay, I'm finally starting to feel like he's not going to get fed up with me. I smile to myself as I look over at him, sleeping peacefully next to me. It still feels like a dream sometimes, like I'm going to wake up and find the sheets beside me empty. I feel his arm tighten around my waist as he fidgets slightly, pulling me closer to him. It makes me jump as his voice breaks the silence in the apartment. "What you doing awake?" He whispers sleepily, his voice sounding loud in the silence of the night. I roll towards him, I can just make out his face in the dim light of the apartment. "Just thinking.." I reply, resting my head on his chest and closing my eyes. "You worry to much..." He whispers, pressing his lips to my forehead. I smile, "who said I'm worrying?" I laugh and he laughs along with me. "I haven't been this happy for such a long time..." I continue and I can feel him smile as I drift back to sleep.

I wake up a few hours later with a pounding head ache. I open my eyes slightly, the daylight adding to the throbbing in my head. I squeeze my eyes closed again. "Ugh.." I groan- this is not a good start to the day. "Erin?" I can feel Jay moving around in the bed next to me. "Mmm?" I reply to him, not opening my eyes, I can feel my head spinning and I know it's only going to get worse if I open them. "Erin?" He says again and I feel him place a cool hand on my forehead. I can't remember the last time I felt this awful."Erin?" He says again, putting a hand on my shoulder and shaking me gently. "You ok?" He asks sounding concerned. I open my eyes slowly, praying the room doesn't spin too much. Thankfully everything stays more or less stationary, the thumping in my head is increasing by the second though. "I'm fine" I mumble weakly, pushing the covers back. He frowns at me but I speak before he has a chance to say anything. "We're going to be late." I say, getting out of bed. He frowns but doesn't say anything as I walk slowly to the bathroom.

I'm surprised I mange to walk there in a straight line, as soon as I start walking my head starts spinning. I shut the door behind me and sit down on the floor for a moment. I need to get up and get in the shower but I don't think I could even stand up at the moment. This isn't the first time I've felt like this, it's never been this bad before though. I'd just dismissed it, figuring it would pass. I should have gone to the doctor, but I'm afraid- afraid they might say I can't do my job anymore. I guess that's the reason why I haven't said anything to Jay either, I know he will drag me to the doctor before I even have a chance to protest. I pull myself up off the floor, I need to get ready for work now. I'll have to deal with this later. I'm about to turn the shower on when the spinning in my head accelerates. I grab hold of the sink, trying to steady myself but I know it's no use as everything goes black.

Jay's P.O.V

I'm standing in the kitchen drinking my coffee waiting for Erin. She's taking an exceptionally long time to get ready today which is unusual for her. I smile to myself thinking about the way she usually makes fun of me for taking too long. Looking up at the clock I realise we are going to be late. I out my coffee down on the side and walk down the hall to the bathroom. I knock on the door and call her name. I wait but there's just silence coming from the other side. I frown for a minute, then I realise I can't even hear the sound of the shower running. I turn the door knob slowly and peer my head around the door.

It feels as though my stomach drops through the floor. Erin's lying there, sprawled out on the bathroom floor. "Erin?" I yell, crouching down next to her. I put a hand in either side of her face, praying she will wake up. This can't be happening. This is all my fault- I should have made her take the day off. Much to my relief she blinks sleepily at me. "Erin?" I say again, more quietly this time. She opens her eyes and looks up at me, frowning. "Ouch." She mutters, raising her hand to the back of her head. I bend down and scoop her up off the cold bathroom floor, carrying her through to the bedroom.

I lay her down on the bed and pull the blankets up over her to stop her shivering. I sit down in the edge of the bed next to her. "What's going on Erin?" I ask her quietly. I know she's stubborn and she hates taking sick days but this is a whole new level. She turns her head away from me, avoiding the question. I gently take her hand in my own and lean across, trying to look her in the eye. "Talk to me Erin, please?" I plead with her. I don't understand what's going on. She looks up at me and sighs. "I guess I've got some explaining to do..." She mutters, and it's like the whole world stops while I wait for her to explain what she means.