"Bets on what the OD is?" Foster joked from the driver's seat as they headed toward their latest call. "It's heroine, it's always heroine, junkies just have a taste for it." Sylvie sighed, she hated these calls, it was always the lowest point in someone's life, and they had to come pull them out and hope to god that they survived. "It's not a joke you know." She scolded Foster for being insensitive. "I know but this job we do we have to find the humor somewhere." Foster gave a Sylvie an apologetic look and focused her attention back on the road to get them to the victim as quickly as possible.
Sylvie jumped from the ambo, grabbing the bag out of the back she quickly approached the first officer she could find, "where's the victim?" She asked. The officer pointed her in the direction, and she noticed the commotion and headed that way with Foster trailing behind. "Okay, medics are here clear back." An officer yelled and the twenty or so people started clearing a path. "How long has he been down?" Sylvie asked as she approached noticing an officer giving CPR. "Three or four minutes tops." He huffed between compressions.
Sylvie hurried her steps, reaching the officer and victim in a matter of seconds. Sylvie froze, she couldn't move as she stared down at the man on the ground. She shook her head and pushed the officer out of the way, "Dammit, someone call Sergeant Voight in the Intelligence Unit!" Sylvie screamed as she tried her hardest to keep her emotions at bay. She was failing and tears were beginning to fall.
Foster was watching Sylvie's reaction to the situation and trying to help stabilize the victim at the same time. "Ma'am, this isn't an Intelligence case." The officer pointed out. "Don't you think he might want to know that one of his detectives is laying on the ground trying to die." She spat back at him. "Or are all of you just too stupid to check for ID because you would have found his credentials right here." She grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket where she knew it was and threw it at the officer hitting him in the chest.
Tears were falling and she could barely see what she was doing but she persisted, trying to save his life. "Brett, what's going, who is this?" Foster whispered concerned for her friend.
"It's Antonio, my ex" she choked out between sobs. "Someone get over here and help us get him on the gurney." She yelled at the officer who was just watching. Foster was dumbfounded, she knew she had dated him but to find him in this situation, Brett had to be dying inside she thought to herself.
"Detective Halstead said the team will meet you at Med." Sylvie nodded at the officer and started pushing the gurney toward the ambulance. "Get us there quick!" She growled at Foster. "You have a police escort." The officer informed her as she shut the doors and hit the wall indicating to Foster she could drive.
The ride was the longest six minutes of Sylvie's life. The ambulance doors flew open, Will and Ethan started pulling the gurney out as Sylvie started rattling off vitals to Maggie, "He was down about five minutes in the field and he crashed on route" she was trying to explain through tears. She felt arms wrap around her and heard Foster whisper something but her attention was elsewhere. She followed the crowd as they moved Antonio into a trauma room and began to work on him.
Maggie pulled Sylvie from the room, "Intelligence is here and they want to talk to you." Sylvie only nodded and followed to where the team was waiting. Sylvie was full of emotions, she didn't know what to feel but she knew one thing for sure, she was pissed that his team wasn't looking out for him, he didn't OD from using one time and with how closely they work there was no way none of them noticed.
"Brett, how is he?" Jay asked as soon as she entered the room. Sylvie ignored him, looking around the room for Voight, "Where's Voight?" She asked with a tinge of venom in her voice, she was going to lay into him. "He's dealing with another issue right now." Jay informed her; she turned her attention to him. "An issue more important than Antonio fucking OD'ing in a car? What the fuck is going on?" Sylvie noticed them all trying to avoid eye contact with her. "Look, Brett, there are some serious issues going on in the unit right now. Antonio is one of them and Adam is in jail, that's where Voight is." Jay explained trying to calm Sylvie a little.
Kim stepped forward to say something, but Sylvie cut her off before she could even start, "Don't you dare fucking say anything to me, you're supposed to be his partner. He would have never let you fall this far." Sylvie was in her face. Foster was watching from the corner of the room, she had never saw Sylvie act like this. She had never been the least bit aggressive and had never cursed in front of her. This was a brand-new protective side of Sylvie, she obviously cared very deeply for him.
Kim was holding her hands up in front of her as Sylvie screamed at her. "Now can someone please tell me why the hell none of you noticed or cared that Antonio was using?" She looked around at the faces in the room and they were all giving her a sympathetic look. "We knew and we cared, that's why he went to rehab, and he has to check-in with Kim daily, he's been clean for months." Kevin explained as he pushed his way towards her.
"Months? How long has he been using? What's he using?" Sylvie was starting to calm down, realizing that the team was trying to help him. Kim moved back in front of her, "I think right after Al died and Gabby left, he hurt his shoulder and got hooked on pain pills." Sylvie stared at Kim a moment, "You should have told me, you're my friend." Sylvie started to cry again, and Kim wrapped her in a hug. "I wanted to so badly and almost did several times, but Voight wanted to keep it in house, Gabby doesn't even know." Kim explained.
"It still needs to stay inhouse." Jay chimed in looking at both of the paramedics, "Officially he is having a bad reaction to prescribed medications, which he has a valid prescription for. That is what your report needs to reflect, Adam and Antonio's lives depend on it." Sylvie looked back at Foster in the corner, Foster nodded at her agreeing with what Intelligence was telling them. "Okay." Sylvie agreed.
The door opened and everyone's eyes fell on Will, "Who's his next of kin?" he asked. Kim raised her hand, "I am." She said as she moved forward. "How is he?" she asked, knowing everyone had the same question.
"He's stable, we have him sedated and a breathing tube in, he's in the ICU. We had to pump his stomach, that coupled with the Narcan given on scene probably saved his life. He ingested a large amount of opioids, probably oxy, it looks like a suicide attempt." He looked around the room at all the stunned faces.
The room was dead silent aside from Kim clinging to Sylvie while they both cried. "I can allow two of you up to see him." Will informed them, knowing it would be a tough decision because they were all his family. Jay spoke up, "Take Kim and Brett up, I need to inform his family and Platt."