It was a quite summer Chicago morning. Kelly Severirde had already gone and done his morning run and returned home to find that his roommate Shay had already and gone to the station for their shift that day. He showered and got dressed; grabbing his overnight bag he headed to his car. Getting into the black sleek car he pulled onto the busy street and headed towards Station 51. Turning on his radio he started jamming out to Queen "Another One Bites the Dust." He was only about 3 blocks away from the intersection, Kelly had a green light and preceded through the intersection, he never heard the honking horn of the 18 wheeler bellowing towards him.
Matt Casey was running late, his mother's case worker had stopped by and needed to talk to them both, making Matt run late. He was already flabbergasted because of that and now he was stuck in traffic, just 3 blocks from the station. He picked up his cell phone and called the station explaining the situation, when he heard the town go off, for a traffic accident just up the street, Matt asked Chief to grab his gear. He put his truck in park and ran up to the intersection.
People were screaming and he realized that the eighteen wheeler was on fire, and it was pretty close to a black sedan. He squinted his eyes trying to make out any other detail, when a bloody scream broke him from his trans.
"MY BABY! SOMEONE HELP MY BABY!" A mother in hysterics was holding a female child not older than 4-5 years old. The child was bleeding from a severe head wound.
"Give her too me, I'm a fire lieutenant with Station 51, my guys will be here any minute," he tried to comfort the mother. He turned his head when he heard the sirens grow closer to the horrific scene, "see they are here."
The mother reluctantly handed the girl to the blond hair man, he ran towards the ambulance. She followed closely behind, "Shay, Dawson, she has a severe head would. Take her, there are others." He handed the little girl to Dawson and turned to get his gear on. "Chief, I need Hadley, Mouch and Capp to help with extrication of a vehicle under the trailer of the truck."
"Casey, Kelly never showed up to his shift," Boden and Casey both stopped in their tracks, "Chief the car…" Casey turned and took off in a sprint, hollering for Capp, Hadley and Mouch to help him.
Coming up to the car, he bent down at the passenger side and peered inside. The left side of the car was inaccessible and any extrication would have to be done either through the back or the right side. "Severide?" He listened for a reply, "Capp give me your light." He shined the flashlight into the vehicle only to gasp at the sight in front of him.
Kelly Severide was bent over the steering wheel, blood running down his face. His legs could not be seen because of the dash and steering column. He was motionless, pale and pinned. Casey shook the thought of losing his fellow lieutenant. He turned back, "Mouch…Hadley…need the jaws, bring Shay or Dawson back with neck brace. We need to get Kelly out now."
"Kelly? Severide?" Mouch asked in shock. Casey shook his head and turned his attention back to the mangled car. Peering inside again, he meticulously watched for any sign Kelly was still alive. Relieved when he saw a slight rise and fall of the chest.