A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first Chicago Fire story. I have been re-watching Chicago Fire and this was just something that stuck out to me. It's an alternate ending to 4x18. That's the episode that Brett could have gotten really hurt. Let me know what you think!
"No, no, no, no!" The man screamed as he threw his hands up in an attempt to defend himself. The silver barrel of the gun was the last thing he saw as several shots rang out and the light left his eyes instantly. Brett threw herself backwards on the ground, trying to scoot away from the man she had been trying to treat as she gasped in horror. Her eyes grew wide as the gun turned to her and she threw her hands up to show she meant no harm.
"I'm a paramedic. I just treat people." She pleaded as the gun leveled with her body. She prayed that Jimmy would return in time to see the man and tackle him to the ground. She knew that every call she took could result in something going wrong but she never imagined that it would be looking down the wrong end of a gun.
"No witnesses." His voice was gruff as his face twisted into a sick smile and he pulled the trigger not once, but twice. Brett screamed in agony as an excruciating fire burst inside of the chest and abdomen as all of the oxygen was forced out of her body. The force of the bullets threw her flat on her back on the ground as she struggled for air, trying desperately to get something, anything back into her lungs. Her hands dug at the gravel as she tried to get a handle on the pain that was overwhelming her entire body. She heard running footsteps in the gravel and silence a second later. She whimpered as she pressed her hands to her stomach to try to stop the bleeding. She could feel the hot liquid oozing over her fingers and down her sides and pooling underneath her.
"Oh my God, Brett!" Jimmy came back around the corner after calling for further assistance and stopped in his tracks as he looked in on the scene with horror. He sprinted to Brett's side and fell to his knees beside her. She flinched at the sound of the gravel moving but relaxed as much as she was able when she realized it was only Jimmy. "Oh my God!" He repeated as he snatched handfuls of gauze from the nearby bag. Brett let out a horrific scream when he pressed down on her stomach as more pain exploded.
"Stop!" Brett cried out as brought her arms up, weakly putting her hands on Jimmy's forearms, trying to stop him from pressing down on her wounds. In her pain fueled state, all she knew was that his hands were making the pain worse and she wanted him to stop. "Stop!" Tears started pouring from her eyes as she weakly pushed against his hands that were glued to her stomach. She didn't think that it was possible for there to be more pain but with the pressure of Jimmy's hands, her vision went white. There were two bullet wounds on her chest and abdomen, only a few inches apart. "Please." She gurgled as she coughed and blood came erupting from her mouth, splattering over her face. The pain felt like someone was ripping her insides out while punching broken glass into the wound.
"I know. I've got you." Jimmy tried to soothe her as he tried to control the panic he felt. He lunged for the nearby oxygen tank and got the mask over Brett's face. Brett gulped down the oxygen, grateful for the extra help. "My partner got shot!" He screamed into the radio. He barely even heard the panicked reply asking for his location as he stared at Brett. After the question was repeated frantically, he answered irritated, "Yes, it's my location!" Every question took away one of his hands from holding the lifesaving blood inside of Brett.
"Hurts." Brett said in a breath as her eyes started to flutter shut. There was a pain free blackness that was beckoning her as the pain started to shut her body down. She wasn't sure if she could keep her eyes open. She coughed again, crying out with the pain, as blood trickled down her face. More tears fell as the pain seared through her someone was holding a white hot poker to every nerve in her body.
"No. You stay awake." Jimmy's voice came out almost in a yell. He was terrified that if she shut her eyes, they might not open again. "Stay awake!" He screamed, startling Brett's eyes back open. She was breathing in shallow pants as her hands fell away from fighting Jimmy. She didn't have the energy to fight anymore. All of her remaining energy was focusing into keeping her eyes from closing and trying to breathe when it felt like her lungs had concrete blocks on top of them. Jimmy realized in horror that the knees of his pants were soaked through with her blood. The pool of blood was spreading out beneath her quickly. Brett's whole body started to shake as she went into full shock.
"I, I have loved working w-" Brett gasped out each word as more blood gushed over her lips, cutting off the rest of her sentence. She tried to open her mouth again to talk but nothing but the gurgle in the back of her throat came out. Jimmy shook his head hard as tears started to fall. He knew that Brett thought she was dying. She was trying to tell him that she had loved working with him because she thought she was dying and he didn't want to hear it. She was going to be okay. There was just so much blood.
"No, you're not dying today." Jimmy looked around frantically, hoping against hope that the other ambulance, a police car, anyone would show up. "You're going to be just fine. No." He added forcefully when Brett let her eyes close. The color was draining out of her normally pale face quickly and her breaths were growing shallower with each passing minute. Brett whimpered as she tried to force her eyelids apart but it was like they were stuck together. She was shaking harder and harder as she wheezed, trying to force the air into lungs that were failing her. "Open your eyes!" Jimmy cried out as he shook Brett's shoulder, leaving a bloody hand print. His ears perked up as the distant sound of sirens broke through. "Help's almost here!" He shook her shoulder again as her eyes opened to tiny slits but they were glazed over and unfocused as the blood continued to drip from the side of her mouth. The blood continued to flow around Jimmy's fingers as he pressed down harder, determined to keep his blood inside of her. She let out a whimper at the increased pressure as her eyes rolled back. Her body was shutting down.
"What happened?" The paramedic, Jack, jumped out of the rig before his partner had even come to a full stop and sprinted to Jimmy's side. "What can we do?" Brett had worked at his house for a few months and he knew that she was one of the kindest and best paramedics that existed.
"She, she got shot!" Tears were now falling down Jimmy's as full panic set in. He stared at her face as he heard the sounds of a bag being unzipped and then electrodes being attached to her chest as Jack and his partner, Charisma, got to work stabilizing Brett.
"She's lost so much blood." Jimmy whispered as he maintained pressure on the wound as he watched them insert an IV and get a blood pressure. Her blood pressure was in the toilet and according to the monitor, she was getting barely any oxygen. He knew that it meant her lung had collapsed and God knows what else damage. More tears fell as he realized that her eyes had fallen closed. He pressed just a tiny bit harder on her stomach, trying to force a groan or a whimper or anything but there was no response. "No. No!" Jimmy was horrified as Jack nudged him out of the way so he could keep working. They finished cutting her jacket off and replaced the blood soaked gauze with fresh gauze that turned dark red instantly.
"I'm intubating." Charisma was already grabbing the equipment she would need and didn't wait for anyone to say anything. She had the tube placed smoothly within a few seconds and was bagging Brett. "Let's get her to Med." Jack and Charisma transferred Brett on a backboard and lifted her up on the gurney as Charisma kept pumping oxygen. It was like his heart was imploding as he took in the scene in front of him. Blood was everywhere and Brett was whiter than the sheet was on. Jimmy ran alongside of the gurney, holding her hand when they got her into the ambulance. They raced towards Med.
"You're going to be okay." Jimmy kept talking to Brett. He had no idea if she could hear him or not but he had to hope that she could. Brett was strong and she was a fighter. She was going to get to the hospital and they were going to fix her.
"She's crashing! Start compressions!" Charisma barked at Jimmy as the line on the monitor started alerting. Jimmy felt like he was just looking through to someone else's nightmare as he started pushing on Brett's chest, forcing her heart to do the work that it wasn't doing on its own anymore. They screeched to a stop at the emergency entrance at Med and Will Halstead, April, and several other nurses were there to greet the ambulance and reached to help grab onto the stretcher. "She went down maybe two minutes ago. She was shot two times in the chest and abdomen. Last BP was 60 over 40. She's lost a lot of blood." They all rushed into the room that Maggie directed them into.
"We'll do everything we can." Dr. Halstead told Jimmy as he was pushed out of the room. Jimmy kept walking back until he hit the desk and slid down to the floor as he started to cry. There was a trail of Brett's blood that led to the door that Brett was behind. He looked down at his hands and they were completely saturated in her blood. He was completely numb as he stared at the door, trying to believe that she was going to be okay.