"I don't know"
„Are you planning on eating all that stuff?" Cruz looked to the other side of the table where Gabby was just starting to eat her pancakes with bacon and eggs on the plate in front of her. It was the beginning of their shift and they were usually having breakfast at this time in the common room.
"What?" Gabby gave him a gaze. "Are you afraid there will be nothing left for you?"
"No. I'm afraid you won't fit through the doors anymore if you finish it. OUCH!"
Cruz didn't manage to duck as the fork came flying in his direction.
"Are you out of your mind?!" He asked her. But Gabby didn't answer the question. She just looked at him and if looks could kill, Cruz would be dead instantly.
Gabby opened her mouth to start yelling but before she could start, the alarm went off.
Ambulance 61, gunshot wound, 85th street, Kingston Ave.
"You jinxed it. I'm really hungry and this food will better be there when I come back or I swear, I'll eat you alive." With that Gabby rushed through the doors towards the ambulance, followed by a confused looking Brett.
"Dawson, what the hell was that?" She asked as she climbed the passenger seat of the ambulance.
"I was really hungry, well I still am and…I don't know." Gabby focused on the street, trying to avoid any more questions.
"You don't know, what?" Brett didn't let go that easy.
"Nothing. Let's do our job."
They found the victim lying on the pavement as they entered the scene. After taking a quick examination they took him to Chicago Med.
"Oh great, another one is joining the party" Will Halstead shook his head. "It's the tenth gunshot wound this morning. Thought the cold weather would stop them."
Gabby wanted to say something but instead she went green and ran into the nearest bathroom.
"Did I say something wrong? Is she alright?" Will asked Brett, who was still standing next to him.
"I don't know, Will. But I'll find out. That's for sure."
She left him standing in the ER and entered the bathroom. From a closed stall she could hear Gabby throwing up.
"Gabby!" She knocked at the door. "What the hell is wrong with you? And don't you dare telling me you've eaten something wrong! Because I know you haven't!"
"I don't know, Sylvie." Gabby was sobbing inside the stall. "I really don't know."
She opened the door and walked to the sinks, where she sprayed some water into her pale face. With watery eyes she turned to Brett.
Brett eyed her partner thoughtful, considering if she should make a guess. She decided against it. Instead she hugged Gabby and waited until the sobbing stopped.
"Come on. Let's drive back to the house. I'm sure your breakfast is still waiting for you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I bet Cruz is still shaking."