Matt looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks and meeting with the falling rain. The chill in the air bit at the exposed skin of his body. There was no equipment, no fire, no reason for her to be dead. No reason except for metal meeting flesh, tearing and ripping through muscle. He could still hear her crying, yelling for God to save her. And the team tried, 51 working quickly, but the second metal was removed there was the gushing of scarlet blood. Matt and Kelly were covered as Otis put pressure on the area to buy time, but they knew she wouldn't make it.
Matt held her hand and reassured her it would be okay, that everything was going to be fine. His lack of faith in God didn't stop him from reassuring her that God was waiting, that there'd be no fear or pain once she was in Heaven. The team surrounded them as Brett and Mills worked to stop the bleeding, to secure the tourniquet. Their hands were slipping as they hurried.
She smiled at Matt, caressing his cheek. "I'll be okay," she rasped, blood staining her lips. He smiled sadly with tears in his eyes. It was always hard to lose a victim, always hit hard.
"I love you," he told her, clutching her a little tighter. She smiled at him again.
"I love you too, Matt," she replied softly before he gently kissed her. When he pulled away, a smile graced her face one more time before her eyes drifted shut. He held her close as he sobbed, Kelly and Herrmann pulling him away from her body so that she could be transported to Lakeshore.
Matt looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks and meeting with the falling rain. The chill in the air bit at the exposed skin of his body. There was no equipment, no fire, no reason for her to be dead. No reason except for metal meeting flesh, tearing and ripping through muscle. The sky was grey the day Gabby died.