Hello fanfiction readers !
Here is my new story ''This thing that bind us'' : it's based (again) on the event in the end of season 3, which is Matt's ''missing''. We are two writers : Justicerocks and I !
This idea was in my head before the first fanfiction (''Who will help our hero ?''). In fact it was just after the last episode of season 3. So I asked to Justicerocks to help me (if she could help me) and she accepted ! She really liked the idea and helped me, to correct my lines and to write some chapters (even if she is busy) or give me ideas. So thank you so much for your help !
We write this fanfiction in a particular way: we mark each change of perspective to facilitate understanding: to give a different view of several characters about a situation or to explain what is happening at the same time somewhere but also when there are flashbacks. In every change of persepective, we explain in what situation it is (if there is nothing, it takes the continuation, otherwise we explain it). And it's rated M because of this flashbacks
At the beginning, I wanted to update this fanfiction in english and in french (so publish two new fanfictions, one for each language), but French writers/readers can read english (otherwise they wouldn't be in this site!). So we will update only in english (and if you want the french version, ask me and I upload it). GygyFr
I've really enjoyed helping GygyFr with this story and I really hope you all like it. Justicerocks
So here is the summary : Matt is missing and the Intelligence Unit makes all they can to find him beofre it's too late. Some clues/evidences are given to them, and after four days, they found him, and took him to the hospital. But he isn't the same anymore, and both Gabby and Severide know that. Dr. Bennett (Matt's doctor, head of ICU), Sonia (Matt's nurse) and Dr. Charles (head of psychiatry) try to find how to help Matt, but his friends too. They hide something... Will they find out what happened and what they hide ?
Disclaimers : We don't own these characters : All the characters of the shows Chicago fire, Chicago PD and Chicago Med. But we own Dr. Bennett, Sonia and the other characters who aren't mentioned.
We don't know how much chapters we will write, but we have all the lines of this fanfiction. Of course, we accept some ideas, suggestions, comments, etc...
Thanks for reading it ! Justicerocks and GygyFr
External POV
All the firefighters were in the waiting room. Some gnawed nails, and other crossed and re-crossed their arms or sighed. But all had the same mindset: one of their leaders was in a pretty bad shape. Hours ago, Antonio and Voight found Matt. Immediately, he was taken to the hospital. But the cops said nothing about Matt. Severide looked up for the first time, he saw a doctor get into the nurse station. The doctor spoke softly with a folder in his hands while the nurse nodded and wrote something on the computer. Instinctively, he jumped up and ran toward him.
"How's Matt Casey?"
The doctor jumped and looked him in the eyes. Severide could see the surprise in the physician's, and the physician couls see anxiety and anger in Severide's. The doctor swallowed.
"And you are?"
"Kelly Severide, his best friend and roommate."
All firefighters had risen, all worried and waiting for a response. The doctor sighed and took a deep breath. He held out his arm and his hand toward Severide.
"I'm Dr. Bennett, I'm taking care of your friend. Can alll of you sit down please?"
Firefighters obeyed after Severide shook the doctor's hand.
"So... I repeat my question: how is Matt Casey?"
This time the doctor didn't flinch nor jumped, not surprised by the question and its brutality this time. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath.
"I will not lie to you, it would serve no purpose. He is in critical condition but he is out of the wood. We have struggled to stabilize him. He is very weak and has not regained consciousness. He was hungry, thirsty and tortured... Pretty badly, in fact. He has several minor fractures, numerous bruises, cuts and hematomas all over his body. We rehydrated him with fluids and nutrients intravenously and fed him through a nasogastric tube. In the next days he will get better physically. But I think he's going to need your help and support to overcome what he experienced during the four days of hell. I can allow both of you to go to his room to ICU, but no more."
The doctor smiled slightly. A nurse appeared in the hallway holding his left arm, running as fast as possible towards the group of firefighters, but especially to Dr. Bennett.
"Doctor! Your patient... Your patient is awake!"
The firefighters sighed with relief. This was not the case of the doctor.
"Already? He had to stay asleep for a few hours at least..."
"He... He became uncontrollable doctor! We tried to hold him, but... But he got scared and... He hit the other nurse, and removed all... He locked himself in the bathroom!"
"The ba... ? Oh my God..."
Bennett sighed, closing his eyes. The firefighters were silent, not knowing what to think or say. They were in shock.
"Page Dr. Charles immediately and ask him to join me in room 397 intensive care."
The nurse of the reception formulated a "right now" very brief, before Benett will return to the group of firefighters.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, but you can't see him yet."
"I don't understand doctor. YOU don't understand: Matt has never been a violent person."
"I want to believe you, but what he went through, he may have changed. This is probably post-traumatic syndrome. I'm not an expert, but Dr. Charles is the head of psychiatry department. He will enlighten you better than me."
"I don't trust Dr. Charles! I don't even know him!"
"Kelly! That's enough!" exclaimed Boden. "I have seen him work during the explosion in this hospital. If anyone can help Casey, it's him."
Severide didn't like to know his best friend as aggressive and vulnerable. Bennett went back to Matt's room. Gabby and Severide turned to the group, who saw them insistently. Boden gave them the green light by moving his head up and down and looking at the ground to say "go". The two friends looked at each other and swooped toward the room and intensive care.
Matt's POV, at the same time
My mind was immersed in a large thick fog. So thick that when I held out my hand, I couldn't see it anymore. I heard a strange noise in the distance, far. This noise froze my blood. My body was heavy, very heavy. And I had a headache. In fact, it hurt all over my body. The fog dispersed and suddenly I understood. I understood where I was. I knew I was no longer in that cold, damp room. I hadn't opened my eyes. I was too scared. The noise became louder, it gave more headache. I tried to feel my environment with my other senses. I felt something in my nose, another thing on my face and on my left arm, and three things on the chest. I was in bed, warm. I felt a presence beside me, two to be exact. I opened my eyes, enough to see what was around me, but not enough to be noticed. I had not moved but I knew my heart was accelerating. So I focused on two forms groaning around me. After thirty seconds of extreme concentration, I could see two men. My God, it was them... It was them, they came back?
"Hey Mark! Look, his pulse is racing."
"It is probably going to be awake."
"Sir? Sir, can you hear me?"
One of them, the one to my left caught my arm. Not understanding why or how, I jumped and walked away from the hand that touched me, while fully opening my eyes. I felt my breathing jerky.
"Sir, sir, calm down!"
I didn't have enough to calm down. These two men touched me again, and again. Like... I had to... I had to leave. The left man continued his approach, while the other was petrified. Suddenly, without warning, my fist struck the man with such force that he was thrown to the ground and banged his head into fall unconscious. I looked at my hand. It was shaking, my breath too as it was superficial.
"Mark!"
The other man was trying to hold me now, but not to avail for him. I struggled too hard for him to do something against me. Igripped his left wrist, strong enough to feel his bones crack under my grip. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground holding his wrist, the one I'd probably break. I took off very fast my infusion, oxygen mask, the tube in my nose, wires on my chest and tried to leave the room. But reaching the threshold of the door... I was paralyzed. There were too many people, too much... Too many men... No, I couldn't go out like that. A wave of panic overcame me, my legs were shaking, my breath still fast. I looked around me and saw the only room where I could definitely feel safe at last. I ran and shut the door, back glued to it to make sure no one else could go in. I was in total panic. I could feel the sweat running down my forehead, going down my cheeks and falling to the ground. After a few seconds it was joined by my tears. Large, heavy and hot tears. I didn't know why I was crying. And I was shaking like a leaf. I felt nothing but fear. I really had to feel something else... Something else...
External POV
Bennett arrived in room 397 a little out of breath accompanied by the nurse had come explain the situation. The other man was still on the ground unconscious. Two doctors came to take him and look after him in another room.
"He hurt you ?"
The nurse jumped. Some sweat beads on his forehead ran.
"Yes... I think he broke my wrist."
"You're going to have to get treatment, but first I want you to tell me in detail what happened."
The nurse nodded and told him the whole story of what he remembered. He too was panicked. Panicked by so much violence in a body as weak as the fireman's body.
"Go get treatment. If he attacked you, it's probably because you are a man and you remember him his captors. It's not your fault. He could tackle any of us."
"If you say so."
The nurse left the room, accompanied by a doctor. Then came Dr. Charles.
"You paged me?"
Suddenly, a noise coming from the bathroom interrupted them. Something has broken and has fallen on the floor. Dr. Charles turned to Dr. Bennett.
"The fireman?"
"Yes" he says nodding. "He awoke and panicked. The nurse you saw out has a broken wrist and another is still unconscious. He has a moderate head injury and a big headache upon awakening. According to the words of the nurse, he would have tried to escape before retracting and shut himself up in the bathroom."
"It's typical of people in post-traumatic stress disorder. He probably saw every doctor in the hallway and panicked. He took refuge in the only room where he could be alone and feel safe."
"The bathroom?"
"Exactly."
The two doctors looked into the eyes. Bennett lowered his.
"I... I was talking with his friends when he woke up. I thought that because of the bathroom..."
"That he had been sexually abused?" Dr. Charles finished for him.
Bennett nodded again, this time with eyes closed.
"And this is the case?"
"I... I didn't do the tests. I didn't think it was useful, there were no marks indicating he had been. No trace of blood or semen, nothing."
"In such cases, you should always prepare for all eventualities. If he was drugged before being tortured, then there will be no trace because he could not defend himself or tense. And there is more than penetration with sexual abuse, doctor. I think he took refuge here because it was the one piece at his hands. If this room was a broom closet, that would not have changed something. He would be locked himself in."
"What do we do then ? If he broke the mirror as we think, he could cause injury if it is not already done."
"You have someone they trust, someone who knows him in the heart. Don't rush. If you open the door and force it, he reacts as if he had done something wrong, it would only worsen the situation."
"I'll do it."
