Note: I don't own any character of the series.
My english is still bad, but I hope you can understand it.
If not: Any suggestion might be helpful.
I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it a one shot or continuing writing.
Here we go...
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Erin looked at the mirror while she washed the her hands, which were covered with blood. It should be her. Actually she should have been lying on this hospital bed, monitored by machines and equipment.
Not Halstead, who only gave her back up to protect her during this horrific situation.
Still shaky she made her way to the waiting area, nervously waiting for further news. Joining Ruzek, Olinsky, Voight and Dawson didn't change anything. Jay was still in a critical condition. Till now no one knew how things would work out for him.
Only one of the doctors, who entered the hall around two hours later, was able to give a shaky diagnosis.
"Chicago PD. Any information on Jay Halstead?", Voight wanted to know and walked to a hesitating doctor, who normally wasn't allowed to share detailed information with strangers. Just Voights badge told him different.
"He's not out of the woods yet. We were able to stop his inner bleedings but he's not stabilized. We're gonna monitor him closely."
"Can we see him?"
The doctor wasn't happy about this question.
"Just one at a time. He needs to rest."
"Okay, thank you."
Voight looked at Erin, pointing at the upcoming direction.
"Lindsay, go along with him", he twinkled to her, before the doctor started to speak again.
"Right here", he started walking to show her the way, which directly leads into a sterile hospital room…
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The hours passed while she was sitting on his bed side.
He still wasn't awake. He lost a lot of blood, which must be replaced.
His face was covered with stitches and wounds. A bandage was wrapped around his chest, which was visible under his hospital gown.
Not to mention the tubes on his arms and hand.
The monitor beeped steadily.
Apparently he looked pretty bad. His face was white as a wall and he seemed to be in a very bad condition.
Erin did a hard job to fight the upcoming tears in her eyes. She felt guilty for not being on his position. It was her fault. She should have known better than she acted before.
"Hey big guy. Don't give up on me, okay? We need you here."
There was no move, no reaction from his side.
"Honestly I can't work with another partner. You're the best friend I've ever met before, one of the most important persons in my life. And I don't want to lose you like Jules."
The water in her eyes started to flow around her face and touched the skin of his hand. Emberassingly she whipped the tears away.
Just some seconds before his long lashes started to move.
"Erin?", he whispered with a weak voice which made her touching his fingers.
"Hey, cowboy. Glad to have you back", she whispered softly, stroking the palm of his hand.
"You scared me. How are you feeling?"
"Like hell", he answered shaky before she nodded understanding.
"Do you have any pain?"
"I'm getting good dope", he smiled weakly. Halstead didn't like to talk about his feelings, so he asked a further question.
"What about Jones?"
Erin smiled sadly.
"Don't worry. Voight and Dawson are going to find him."
They shared a concerned glance when he pointed at some mug on his night stand.
"I'm dying of thirst. Can you give me some water?"
Their views met on the white table.
"For sure", she took the drinking straw and moved it to his mouth to feed him, until he had enough.
When recognizing the tears in her eyes, he took a deep breath of air.
"Erin, don't cry. It's just some scratches. I'm going to be okay."
She hardly bit her lips, still catching for not breaking down completely.
She wasn't able to look him straight in the eyes.
It felt like it took three hours after the shot to get the adrenaline out of her body.
Seeing her in such a condition made him squeezing her hand for comfort.
" I wanted to thank you but.. honestly you shouldn't have done that. It was my fault. My reaction was too slow. I should have known better", she whispered when he denied her thoughts.
"And let you die in the dirt? That's why you have back up. Remember?"
After that moment it was over. She couldn`t handle it anymore. Silently crying she covered her face with her hands and letting go of the fear which occured during the last hours.
Helplessly Jay remained quiet, just looking at her worried while his thumb stroked cycles around her arm.
She needed some minutes before she recovered from her personal breakdown.
"You're okay?", he whispered weaker.
Sniffling she whipped her tears away.
"You should be getting some sleep, cowboy."
"Not sure if I can."
Erin smiled because of her upcoming thought.
"I won't leave your side. Order from Voight. If you don't want to sleep you have to listen to some girls-stories all night. And trust me, it's nothing you would prefer in your position."
Halstead tried to smile, which failed because he felt a sharp pain in his leg.
Erin, who didn't miss his grimace changed her face into a worried impression.
"Should I call a doctor?"
"No, I'm just fine."
She didn't believe him but kept quiet about it.
"Isn't that strange? Your dad claimed that he doesn't tolerate any in- house romance. And now you're sitting here, on my bedside?"
Lindsay shrugged her shoulders.
"He's probably gonna testing us."
His eyes gained weight and he felt the tiredness kicking in.
"Definitely", he whispered when he felt Erin starting to stroke his arm.
There was an upcoming silence who leads Halstead in closing his lids.
"You saved my life today", he heard Erin saying like she was miles away.
"I would do it again. Every time", were his last words before he drifted away.
"Sleep tight big guy. You gonna need a rest", Erin whispered while holding his hand, as she watched him peacefully sleeping, recovering from an ongoing nightmare...