Title: Out of the Fire
Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago Fire, or any of these characters.
Author Note: I would just like to say that I wrote and posted this entire fic before I saw the promo for the season two finale.
Chapter One
Casey
The truck pulls up to a large, office type building. My first thought is that this is a death trap. It looks like it could cave in at any second, but there could be people inside so we have to search it. I rush into the burning building with Mills, Mouch, and Hermann on my heels. Severide and his men are checking out the top 2 floors. While Mouch and Hermann are searching the fourth floor, Mills and I have the third, second and ground floors. I yell "Fire Department, call out!" The floor is clear and just as I turn around to tell Mills to go to the next floor I see a fiery beam right above Mills start to fall. NO! I AM NOT LOSING ANYONE ELSE! "Mills Move!" I yell and dive. I knock Mills out of the way just in time. But I am not quick enough to get myself out of the way. The fiery beam falls on top of me and I fall through the floor all the way to the ground level. I land on my back and I see the fiery wreckage land on top of me. Then everything goes dark.
Severide
I hear a crash and immediately get my team out of the window onto the ladder we used to get up here. I get out and see Mills anxiously speaking with Boden and I run over. "Casey fell through two floors, Kelly get in there and find him." I don't even respond. Hermann follows me into the building. We are searching the ground level when I see a limp figure under a pile of burning debris. "Hermann I found him!" We run over and begin to pull everything off of him. The first thing I notice is all the blood. I mean my god, where is he cut!? And his coat is almost burned through in the chest and abdomen area. I am about to pull off a pipe when I notice that the said pipe went right through Casey's left abdomen. "Hermann be careful this pipe is in him." Hermann visibly gulps and continues ripping off the debris. We finally get all the shit off of him. I'm really worried by the fact that he hasn't so much as moaned since we started moving things. "Hermann help me pick him up and carry him out."
"You got it Kelly" Hermann replies. We pick Casey up and start to lift him up, that's when I notice that his oxygen mask is cracked. Shit. "Hermann we gotta move, his mask is cracked and who knows how long it's been like that." Hermann and I all but run out of there carrying Casey out.
As soon as we are past the doorway Shay and Dawson are there with the collar and backboard. We carefully set Casey down and Shay puts the collar around his neck. Hermann and I each pick up a side of the backboard and we carefully place him on the stretcher. I can see a grim look on everyone's face as Casey is loaded into the stretcher. I'm sure we are all flashing back to Darden's death, and I know that I cannot lose another close friend. I don't even ask, and just hop in the back of the ambulance with Casey. The sirens come on and we are rushing down the street towards the hospital. Casey crashes twice while we are driving.
It's been an hour since they took Casey back to the operating room. No one has been out here to update us, and I don't know anything about Casey's condition. It is quiet in the waiting room as everyone wonders about his condition. Mouch, Hermann, Dawson, Shay, Boden, and Cruz are all sitting near each other and occasionally will reassure one another. Mills is here too but he looks a little worse for wear, and is obviously blaming himself for what happened. I get up to go talk to him. I sit down in the seat next to him and say "Mills it's not your fault this happened."
"I know you're just trying to be nice Severide, it's my fault and we both know it." I'm about to respond when he cuts me off by saying "If I would have been paying attention, I would have seen that beam and gotten out of the way in time." He lets out a deep breath and puts his head in his hands.
All I say is "Mills this isn't your fault and we both know it." I get up and walk back to my hard, uncomfortable waiting room chair.
