Chapter 2:

A week has passed since Lucy started her training at 51, and she has finally felt like she is starting to settle in her new role. Lucy was sitting on the sofa reading, when she felt someone come down and sit beside her. Her eyes peeled off the words and looked to her right. "Hey." She said to the woman sitting beside her. "So Lucy, there is this very attractive man standing out front claiming to be your fiancé!" Dawson said with a big cheesy grin. "You have been here a whole week now, and not once did you mention your hunk of a man!" Lucy giggled a little. Then looked towards the windows spotting the man pacing back and forth. "He looks nervous about something." Dawson said, smile slowly fading when her eyes watched out the window as well. Lucy let out a sigh, closed her book, and placed it on the table beside the couch. She got off the couch, and straightened her shirt before heading to the door. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, gasping a little as the cold wind took away her breath. Being from Georgia this was not something she was used to. "What are you doing here Jonah?" Straight to the point. He looked at her and back to the ground. "When are you going to set a date?" He asked as his eyes met hers again. "I did it again Lucy and I don't feel the least bit guilty." He finished saying. Lucy just slowly closed her eyes to try to force back the tears that were threatening to fall. Jonah walked over to her, and lifted her chin with his finger. "Honey it's your fault. You know what you need to do." He let go of her chin and started backing away. "Need an answer soon Lucille." After his words he turned back around and headed to his truck.

Lucy's POV

Hearing him pull away from the curb, I felt a few tears escape. I knew the second I opened my eyes, the flood gates would open. I slowly opened them, blinking a few times to see, I felt as tears rolled down my cheek. I walked towards the building and leaned up against the wall. Letting the cold air send shivers down my body. I couldn't help but hear the same words over and over 'it's your fault'. "What are you doing out here, you're gonna freeze to death." I heard someone say as they began to approach me. I quickly turned to where my back was facing him. I closed my eyes hoping I could magically make all signs of crying disappear. "You ok?" He quickly asked when he noticed her quick turn. I felt his hand on my arm, and his face was quickly looking at me. "You sure?" He asked again. "I'm fine Lieutenant Severide." I responded and quickly turned away walking quickly back to the door. I could feel his eyes staring at me, uncertain at what he just witnessed, but I kept it together and just kept walking. The sound of the call tone snapping me from my thought. I met up with Brett and Mills at the ambulance and we all hopped in.

As we approached the warehouse I began to get a little queasy. Not really sure why, but I did. We followed Squad 3 up the stairs of the factory to where a conveyor belt system was. Then I saw it. I literally stopped dead in my tracks. Peter noticing this stops and walks back to me. "Lucy, not the time to freeze on me. Come on let's go." He said before walking towards the man that had managed to get his arm stuck in the very large machinery. There was blood. Lots of blood. I finally snapped out of my trance and immediately began doing what I was ordered to do. "We have to disassemble part of this belt guys!" I heard Kelly shout. The sound of power tools retracting screw after screw, bolt after bolt, echoed throughout the room. With no warning, there was a loud pop and I watched as Lt. Severide grabbed his head and fell to the ground. "Casteel check the Lt.!" Mills barked at me as him and Brett were preoccupied trying to keep the patient stable. I quickly ran over to him and knelt down beside him. "Lt. Let me see." I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his head. I winced at the sight of the gash on his forehead. That has to hurt I thought to myself. I reached into my kit and pulled out the things I would need. "You're going to need stitches." I told him as I cleaned the area of the wound the best I could. I grabbed some gauze and applied pressure as I felt around for my tape. He smiled and handed the roll to me when he noticed I couldn't reach it. "But you'll live." I smiled as I took the tape and wrapped his head. "Do I have to go get stitches?" He asked. "Afraid so Lt. Severide." I looked back over towards the conveyor belt, they just freed the man and were loading him onto the gurney. "You can hitch a ride with us." I said as I helped him to his feet. My mistake I stood him up to fast, because he started to sway. I quickly grabbed him and threw his arm around my shoulder for stability. Unfortunately he was a little bigger than me and my 5'4 petite frame was having a very difficult Tim supporting him. Matt jogged over and threw Kelly's other arm over his shoulder and helped me escort him to the ambulance.

After Shift

Kelly's POV

I was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed trying not to think of the pounding headache I was experiencing at the moment. I was waiting for the official ok to leave this place. I hate hospitals. Something about them that are just depressing and cold. I watched around me as I watched nurses scrambling around, phones ringing off the hook, Drs coming and going, but out of everything, one thing in particular caught my eye. I saw Lucy sitting next to an elderly man lying in a hospital bed. She was reading something to him, and I would watch as he would speak and she would just smile back at him. I saw someone approaching me with a few sheets of paper. "You're free to go Lieutenant." I smiled and nodded as I took the papers and got up. I walked over to the room Lucy was in. "Lucy?" I asked with a smile. She returned the smile "how are you feeling Lt. Severide?" She asked. I let out a chuckle, "please call me Kelly or Severide." I watched as she nodded her head. "I'm gonna live. Killer headache yes, but I'll live." She looked back at the older man laying in the bed. I turned my attention to him. He looked awful, very pale, and weak. But whenever he looked at Lucy, he just smiled ear to ear. "Well Henry I need to go home now. I'll be back tomorrow, ok?" She said as she gave him a gentle squeeze on the hand. He just smiled and nodded and drifted away to sleep. Very quickly I might add. Lucy stood from her chair and walked away, me following right behind her. "Need a ride?" She asked not missing a beat in her stride to the elevators. I watched as her brown waves bounced with each step she took. I hadn't really noticed how long her hair was. I guess because it was always in a ponytail at the station. She turned around after she pressed the elevator button, her piercing blue eyes staring into mine. "Wait what?" I quickly asked when I realized she asked something. "Do you need a ride? She asked again with a slight chuckle escaping her lips. All I could do was nod and say thank you.

I followed her out to he garage and smiled to myself when I saw the beauty she was driving. "69 Chevy C-10?!" I asked almost too much like a little kid on Christmas morning. "She's my baby." Lucy replied as she motioned for me to hop in. I walked around the truck one time admiring it before I got in. "I can't believe you drive this." I said in complete awe as I was checking out the clean interior. "Why because I am a girl?! I'll have you know I worked my butt off restoring this beauty. With no help from any man I might add." She said very proudly. All I could do is laugh. "That's hot." I added while still looking around the inside. She cranked the truck and started driving. I gave her directions to my place, and just stared out the window at all the busy people walking up and down the streets of Chicago. "So who was that man?" I finally asked breaking the cone of silence. She grinned a little, revealing her dimples. "That was Henry Tucker. I met him at church. Unfortunately he is dying with cancer, and is suffering from dementia . First time I met him 3 weeks ago, he thought I was his wife. Her name was actually Lucille as well. After he was hospitalized 2 weeks ago I visited him almost everyday. His wife died 30 years ago from a stroke, and I just didn't have the heart to tell him any differently. He's dying and I know he will be with her again soon, so why make him feel lonely in his final days? I wouldn't want that." She said and looked over at me. All I could do was stare at the young woman beside me. "Wow." Was all I could manage to say. I looked out the window again. I felt lonely. Ever since shay died, that's all I have felt. Loneliness.