Songs & Fire [Brett and Casey]

Only Love

Only Love

Song: Only Love by Jordan Smith

How much more are we gonna take

How many nights do we have to lie awake

How many tears are we gonna cry

We can wish until the well runs dry

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. One minute Casey was sitting in the kitchen relaxing with Otis and Severide and the next he was answering a call from Foster saying that the love of his life was in the hospital. He didn't know what to think or what to do; all he knew was that he needed to get to her and fast.

TWO HOURS EARLIER

"Okay, Sir, let me take a look at your arm," Called Brett as she tried to examine the elderly man's cut that would most likely end up in stitches.

"Dad, let them look at your arm. Please." Begged the man's young daughter.

As Brett tried to gently grab the man's arm he kept pulling it out of her reach not wanting anyone near him or touching him.

"I'm sorry he has dementia, so he doesn't react very well to new people."

"It's okay. We understand. Um, Foster, can you run down to the ambulance and get more bandages, please? I can't get the bleeding to stop on this side."

"Sure, Brett."

Just as Foster left the room, the elderly man seemed to have some type of explosion. He started throwing his arms up in the air and began to twist, turn, and shake knocking Brett down the hard, steep stairs.

"Oh my God! Dad! Dad! Hep!" Yelled the worried daughter.

So what happens when the sky above

Runs out of every single shooting star

And what if every good intention's only meant

To go so far

"Foster, what happened?" Asked a worried Matthew Casey as he and the rest of Firehouse Fifty One ran into the emergency room's waiting room.

"I'm...I'm not a hundred percent sure. I ran down to the ambulance to grab some more bandages, and when I got back Brett was laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs unconscious. I think she may have been pushed by our elderly patient who had a seizure." Stammered a broken Emily.

"Have you heard anything about her condition?" Asked Stella.

"No. Not yet. They rushed her back as soon as we got here. I had to call another ambulance to help get her and the man."

The group of worried friends waited in the waiting room of the hospital for what seemed like hours, but in reality, had only been forty-five minutes.

"Hey, guys." Called Natalie as she walked into the waiting room.

"How is she? Can I see her?" Asked and anxious Casey.

"One question at a time. She's okay and expected to make a full recovery. She has a full concussion, about four bruised ribs, and a ton of bruises on her face and arms where she went down the stairs."

"But...she's okay?" Asked Foster.

"Yes, she's fine. We are going to keep her overnight just so we can monitor her and make sure there are no further complications."

Everyone let out a heavy breath they didn't know they were holding. Silently thanking God for all the answered prayers.

"Now the rest of you need to go home and check on Brett tomorrow. And Casey, you can follow me."

Everyone in the waiting room wished Casey a good night and gave him strict instructions to call immediately if anything changes.

"Brett...?" Casey apprehensively asked as he took in the copious amount of bruises that were etched upon her face and arms.

"Hey." She softly called as she opened her eyes and took him in for what felt like the first time.

"Oh, Brett. I was so worried, they wouldn't tell us anything while we were waiting."

"I'm okay. Just a little banged up. I promise."

"I hate that I wasn't there."

"Casey, don't do that. This was a routine call; no need for firefighters. Okay? Don't blame yourself."

"I know. I just...love you."

"And I love you too."

Only love, only love can save us now

Keep the world from burning down, down, down

To the ground, ground, ground

Only love, can look inside a human heart

And see us for who we are

And who we are would be enough