Songs & Fire [Brett and Casey]

Time After Time

Song: Time After Time by Joseph William Morgan

Author's Note: Hi! I know it's been a while, but I figured I owed you all an update! I hope you're all staying safe and healthy during these crazy times.

*Thanks to Emma (my guest on Fanfiction) for suggesting this song! I know you suggested this song forever ago and I am just now getting to it, but I hope you enjoy!

Thank you all again! Enjoy!

If you're lost, you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall, I will catch you

I'll be waiting

Time after time

"What do you mean, Kelly? Where's Matt?"

"Sylvie..."

"Where is he?" Demanded Sylvie as loud as she could in the Chicago Med waiting room.

"Sylvie, it's not good. He's in surgery right now. I tried to get him out as soon as I saw the ceiling collapse on him. We all did."

Sylvie felt her heart drop to her feet. "What do you mean you tried? How bad was it?!"

"Sylvie, it wasn't good. The ceiling was already burning when it collapsed."

Sylvie gasped and almost fell back before she felt two strong arms grab and stabilize her. When she looked up she saw Chief Boden's teary expression.

"He's going to be fine, Brett." Whispered Boden as he gently led Sylvie over to the nearest chair.

As soon as her body hit the chair she broke down. She couldn't lose him. He was her everything.

"No. Please, God. Please, don't take him away." Cried Sylvie.

You say go slow

I fall behind

If you're lost, you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall, I will catch you

I'll be waiting (I will be waiting)

Time after time

She cried for hours. The tears wouldn't stop coming. There was no telling how many boxes of tissues she had actually gone through.

She felt guilty. If she had been there with them on this call it wouldn't have happened. Right? They wouldn't all be here waiting to see if he was going to make it or not.

"Stop blaming yourself. Kelly's already doing enough of that for the whole CFD."

Sylvie looked up and nodded at Stella as she sat down and handed Sylvie a cup of Chicago Med's finest black newspaper-tasting coffee.

"I just...If I had been there...it wouldn't have..."

"Sylvie, stop. There is really nothing you or anyone else could have done. Okay? You can't blame yourself for doing your job and being on another call. Casey wouldn't have wanted you there anyways."

Sylvie nodded and stared at the styrofoam cup in front of her. Stella was right. She couldn't have done anything, and Matt wouldn't have wanted her there.