STAY
Summary:
When Erin is in a car accident caused by an intoxicated driver,leaving her on the line of staying or going. It also leaves the team to think about life and everything it gives and takes. Linstead.
AN: Some chapters are longer than some others. And just a heads up, the first chapter is one of those where the story starts off with an event that actually happens later on in the story. It comes together throughout the story,I promise. :)
Chapter 1: I hate Mondays.
Erins POV
I watched them,I watched them as they pulled my door apart. I watched as Gabby and Shay brought out the stretcher,reaching in and putting a neck brace around me. I watched as the guys from 51 pulled me the metal cube that was once my car,placing my body on the backboard,and then onto the stretcher. I looked over myself,seeing all the cuts from the shattered glass,blood dripping from my forehead,a bone just barely sticking out from the side of my left wrist;I'm sure there's some fractured ribs or at least severly bruised. I lglance over to my car,the whole driver side smashed in;I really liked that car too. "She's crashing." I hear Gabby yell out to Shay,who pulls the AED device out,as Gabby pulls apart my shirt,that was my favorite shirt too. "Charging at 200...clear!" I watched ass my body arched,with each shock. "Again! Charding at 300...clear!" I looked down at my hands, why couldn't I feel the shcoks,better yet,why couldn't I feel anything? "I have a pulse." Shay yelled out to the rest of her team. I saw Kelly blankly staring at the mess in the middle of the Chicago streets. We ended things over a year ago,but we remained good friends. I wanted to go over and hug,but I can't,all I can do is watch. "Gabby we've got to get her to Chicago med." Shay yelled. I turned my head back over to the ambulance,watching Shay close the doors as soon as her and Gabby got the stretcher with my body loaded up.I could hear Shay yell to the rest of 51,something about meeting them at the hospital. I don't know how i manged to do it,but I hopped into the passenger side of the ambulance as Shay took off. Maybe I'm in limbo,you know where you're not dead but you're not alive dead either.
I listened to Shay ramble on the radio to dispatch,"female,mid-twenties,motor vehicle collison,blood loss,internal bleeding." Guess I was worse than I looked. "Shay! She's crashing again." I turned around to see Gabby bringing the paddles up,getting ready to shock me again. From the corner of my eye,I could see a light,not very bright but not very dim either. "Clear!" i hear a thud,which distracts me from the light. "Charging again...clear!" I look around for the same light,it felt so warm and welcoming,but it was gone. "I've got her back." Gabby had tears welling up in her eyes. Oh Gabby,I'm here,dont you see? Gabby choked back her tears,before grabbing my good hand,"Erin,you have to be strong,you have to fight." I just stared at her while she held my hand,she pulled her phone out,dialing. "Antonio...it's Gabby. Yeah,no I'm okay." She kept fighting the tears,but they just spilled out. "I need you to get ahold of Voight,have him meet us at Chicago Med...it's Erin." That's all she said before she hung up the phone. "ETA Shay?" Gabby asked as she wiped her tears with her sleeve.
"Pulling up now,lets go." The back doors flew open and I could see a group of doctors and nurses around ready to go. To me they looked like vultures,circiling,waiting to cut. Then I saw him,Will Halstead;Jay's little brother. He just stared at the stretcher that carried my body. I knew he recognoized me. Did Jay know? I just continuously stared at Will,not once blinking,while he kept on staring,before someone yelled his name,breaking the trance. He immediatley jumped into action,yelling out orders,telling a nurse to get the OR ready. I watched as my body was switched over to a hopsital bed from the stretcher,and was wheeled down the hall to the OR. I stood there unsure if I should follow them or stay where I was. Did I really want to watch them slice me open and paly God? Not really. At that moment,realization hit me. Not even 4 hours ago, I was on my way to meet Hank,my psuedo father. I was a detective for the 21st district intelligence unit,I was a normal human being;and now I am the victim of an intoxicated driver, and one thing is for sure...I hate mondays.
AN: so there you have it. Chapter 1 of many more chapters to go. Alrighty folks,you know what to do. I'm already started on chapter 2,so keep an eye out for it.