A/N: The newest Chicago Fire was amazing. And by amazing, I mean crazy emotional with brilliant acting. I enjoyed every single second of it and I am wicked excited for the crossover event in a couple of weeks. Anyway, here's the third chapter of this story and I'm glad you guys are enjoying it so far. :) Oh and by the way, I have some knowledge about medical stuff from a few EMT apps on my phone, but I am by no means an expert, so sorry if I made any mistakes and feel free to bring them to my attention.

Cerebrospinal fluid: Clear liquid that floats in between the brain and skull.

Epidural hematoma: When blood accumulates between the skull and the thick membrane covering the brain.

Flat bags: Inserted under heavy objects and inflated with an air pump to lift the object.

Cribbing blocks: Rigid rectangular materials used to support a load as it is being lifted, moved, or leveled.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Lakeshore, Shay's POV:

I get the ambulance parked in the drop-off spot at Lakeshore, and jump out. I quickly make my way to the back of the rig and pull open the doors, Rafferty coming out with the gurney seconds later. "Anything happen on the way here?" I ask, helping her push Matt inside the hospital.

"Cerebrospinal fluid started to come from his ears but other than that, his pulse remained weak and his heart rate is still slow." She answers as a group of nurses meet us once we're inside the hospital.

"What do we got?" One of them asks, looking up at Rafferty and I.

"Matthew Casey, thirty-one years old, has blood coming out of his nose and ears as well as cerebrospinal fluid. His pupils aren't responding to light and has irregular breathing. He had an epidural hematoma a few months ago." Rafferty tells them as they continue to push Matt's gurney down the hallway and towards the OR.

"Alright, thanks." The nurse says, and Rafferty and I both stop when we can't go any further.

"I'll fill out the paperwork," Rafferty tells me, sighing a little as she heads towards the desk in the center of the room. I nod and follow her, spotting Kendra behind a computer.

"Hey Kendra, do you mind giving me a call when there's news on Matthew Casey's condition?" I ask, giving her a pleading look.

"I'll try my best, but we're really busy here," She answers, briefly glancing up at me.

"Yeah I understand, thanks," I tell her, nodding.

"Alright, we're ready to roll," Rafferty says finishing off the paperwork and heading back towards the ambulance. I follow her out, grabbing a new backboard and gurney on the way. I put them in the back of the rig before jumping in the driver's seat and heading back towards the chaos.

Scene of bombings, Kelly's POV:

"I found somebody!" Mills shouts, and I turn towards the sound of his voice. He's about fifty feet away from me, peering into a small pile of concrete and brick. I jog towards him, and he moves so I can get a good look at the victim. I take my glove off and reach my hand under a slab of rock the man was under, and check his pulse.

Nothing.

"He's DOA," I mutter, pulling my arm back out and putting my glove back on.

"Are you sure, Lieutenant?" Mills asks, looking at me unsurely.

"Yes, Mills, I'm sure," I say tiredly, really not in the mood for his questioning behavior.

"Well we still have to get him out there." He replies matter-of-factly.

"We look for alive victims first, Mills, because every minute we spend rescuing somebody who's already dead we're putting somebody elses life in more danger. Their life is the one on the line. We get everybody alive out first, then we work on the deceased. Got it?" I may have been a bit harsh and blunt, but Mills is still new to Squad, and he needs tough love.

Then again, I also thought Jones needed tough love, and I was definitely wrong about that. I sigh softly to myself, knowing I couldn't blame Jones' suicide on myself. I didn't know where her head was at and I definitely had no clue she would do what she did.

"Got it, Lieutenant." Mills says, nodding before he continues searching, while I walk back over to where I was before.

Whaley walks over and searches next to me, and I take the opportunity to make small talk. It may not be the best place, but I needed something to get my mind off of the situation. Off of Matt, off of Gabby, of off Jones, off of everything that was happening.

"How's Renee?" I ask, briefly glancing up at him before continuing to look through the piles of rubble.

"She's doing great." He answers, somewhat surprised by my question given the circumstances. "She's got a good job, found a great guy, and even got a dog."

"That's good," I say sincerely, nodding. "I'm happy for her."

"Yeah, well, you're the one to thank for that. If it weren't for you, she'd still be working at the strip club and depressed out of her mind."

"She would have done the same for me if the roles were reversed," I shrug, looking through a pile of concrete.

"All the same, thank you." He says, continuing to carefully make his way around the debris.

I'm about to answer him, but the light from my flashlight lands on a figure. I look closer, and make out a man's hand. I take my glove off and reach through the rubble, searching for the vein in his wrist since I couldn't reach his neck. His pulse was weak, but it was there.

"I found someone," I announce, looking up at my men as I put my glove back on. "Mills and Tony, go get a couple of flat bags so we can lift this concrete. Clarke and Capp, go get a couple of cribbing blocks so we can stabilize this and we don't risk collapse."

"On it," Capp says, and I watch as the four of them carefully make their way out of the structure.

"Need my guys to help with anything?" Whaley wonders, looking over at me from across the pile of rubble.

"Nah I think we've got it handled," I answer him, shaking my head. "But thanks."

"No problem, just let me know if you need our help." I nod in response, looking at the man underneath the concrete again.

"Hey man, can you hear me?" I ask, not surprised when I don't get an answer. I take off my glove and reach for his wrist again, noting that his pulse is getting weaker. "Hey Shay, you back yet?" I ask through the radio, pulling out my arm again.

"We just got back Kelly, what's up?" She answers back.

"We need you and Rafferty in the hospital. I've got an unconscious man with a weak pulse."

"On our way, what else do you see?," Rafferty's voice comes crackling over the radio.

"Not much," I answer her, trying to get a better look at the man. "The majority of his body is underneath concrete, I can only see his left arm and part of his head."

"Alright, we'll be right there," Rafferty replies just as Capp and Clarke come jogging back into the structure with the cribbing blocks in hand and Mills and Tony right behind them.

"Okay, hand me the cribbing blocks," I tell them once they make it to me. Capp and Clarke hand their blocks to me and I carefully slide them underneath the slab of concrete to support it. "Alright, flat bags." Mills hands me his flat bag and I ever so cautiously slide it next to a cribbing block, putting its remote aside for now. I hold out my hand for Tony's flat bag and he gives it to me, and I repeat my earlier action but on the other side of the man. I make sure everything is secure before pushing the button on each remote, watching as the flat bags fill with air and lift the slab of concrete. I hear Rafferty and Shay come in behind me, waiting with a backboard and a medkit for the man to come out. "Clarke, help me slide him out." I say, and almost instantly he kneels down beside me. I grab the man's left arm and Clarke grabs his right, and we slowly and carefully pull him out from under the rubble. Rafferty and Shay put down their backboard, and Mills and Tony grab the man's legs to help lift him onto it.

Now that he wasn't underneath the rock, the man was now clearly visible. He had a laceration on the side of his head and noticeable bruises on his exposed arms and legs. His clothes were torn and caked with dirt and he was missing a shoe. Rafferty and Shay begin to assess him, and the guys and I get out of their way.

"Look at his skin," Shay points out as she checks his heart rate.

"It's bluish...how does his heart sound?" Rafferty asks, looking up at Shay.

"Rapid." Shay says worriedly, putting her stethoscope back in the medkit.

"He has a collapsed lung," Rafferty states, reaching in the medkit for a needle. She sticks the needle in the man's skin where the lung would be, and begins to extract the extra air from it. "How's his heart now?"

Shay gets the stethoscope again and puts it on before listening closely to his heart. "It's going back to normal," Shay says, nodding.

"Alright, let's get him to triage," Rafferty says, and they pack up the medkit before picking up the backboard and starting towards triage.

"Good work guys," I say, turning to Clarke, Capp, Tony, and Mills. "Let's start searching again."

Scene of bombings, Antonio's POV:

I continue to scramble around in the chaos, searching for my sister. I get out my phone again and call her, still clinging onto the chance that she's fine and didn't get caught in the explosions.

It does the same as it did last time, it goes straight to the network provider's voice saying that this phone is not in service. I curse under my breath and put my phone back, my eyes scanning the scene once again. I then spot Burgess and Atwater near by, trying to calm down the crowd. I jog over to them, putting my hand on Burgess' shoulder to get her attention.

"Burgess, have you seen my sister?" I ask her hurriedly. She turns her head towards me and shakes her head sadly, and I can tell that the chaos surrounding us is starting to tire her. "Alright, if you happen to find her, can you let me know?"

"Yeah, sure, you got it Antonio," She answers, turning her attention back to the stampede of people.

I jog over to Atwater, who is trying to calm a hysterically crying man. "Hey, John, listen to me man, you have got to calm down, check triage again for your daughter, alright? She could be there by now," Atwater tells the man, John, who then nods before running off to triage.

"Hey Atwater," I say, getting his attention. "Have you seen Gabby anywhere?" He turns towards me and shakes his head, and I notice that he too is trying his best to stay as alert as possible.

"Sorry man, but I'll keep an eye out," he promises, and I nod.

"Thanks," I tell him before continuing my search for her.

While I was glad that Casey was found, it only fueled my worries. If Casey was caught in at least one of the bombs, that probably means Gabby was as well. And the fact that Casey didn't look too well, meant that Gabby couldn't be much better wherever the hell she was.

I then spot a limp body laying face down on the ground about twenty feet away from me, and it looked a hell of a lot like Gabby. I sprint towards the body, and look at the person's face.

It was indeed Gabby.

"Oh my God Gabs…" I trail off, horrified by the sight in front of me. Blood was caked on the side of her head, her arm looked badly torn up, and many other lacerations covered her skin. I carefully turn her over, and notice that her chin is bleeding uncontrollably. I take out my phone and call Voight, my fingers shaking as I dial his number. He answers on the second ring.

"Did you find her Antonio?" He asks, his raspy voice a bit more raspier for some reason.

"Yeah, I found her, she doesn't look good." I tell him, swallowing. "I'm about seventy yards away from the left side of the hospital, I need paramedics over here now."

"You got it, hang tight, we'll be right there." He hangs up before I'm able to, and I shove my phone back in my pocket. I check Gabby's pulse, and let out a sigh of relief when I find it strong. I take off my jacket and ignore the cold as I wrap it around Gabby's arm, trying to stop the bleeding as best as I can.

As each second ticks by, the more I want to pick her up in my arms and bring her to the hospital myself. But I know if I did, I'd be risking way too many things. If she has a spinal or neck injury, I could worsen it. If she has a bone fracture I'm unaware of, I could also worsen that. And the last thing I wanted to do right now was worsen her condition.

I look around the scene, and let out another sigh of relief when I see Voight and Sumner jog over with two paramedics close behind. "That was fast," I comment, looking up at Voight as the paramedics start to assess my sister.

"That's my style," Voight answers, looking smug as he watches Gabby get taken care of.

"Her pulse is good, heart rate is normal, let's bring her to triage." One of the paramedics says, and I look over at him and shake my head.

"No way, bring her to the hospital." I say sternly.

"Sir, there are victims in worse condition that need to go to the hospital," He answers, putting a C-collar on Gabby.

"Look at her arm," I tell him, taking my jacket off of it to show him real quick. "She could lose it for good if we don't properly transport her to the hospital."

"I'm sorry sir, but it's against protocol." He argues, and I'm anything but surprised when Voight makes a threat.

"Chicago PD," he begins, taking out his badge and showing it to the paramedic. "You might wanna get this girl to the hospital before I do something I may or may not regret afterwards."

"Yeah, ok," the paramedic snorts sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"You know," Voight continues. "I could arrest you right here and just say I caught you trying to make the patient's condition worse instead of better."

"And you think my partner would back you up on that?" The paramedic counters, gesturing to his partner, who seemed very timid.

"Just do what he says, Tom, it's no big deal." She mutters, keeping her head down as she checks Gabby's pupils.

"Are you serious right now?" Tom asks her incredulously, his expression one full of shock and anger.

"Look, I know him. He's a dirty cop and he does whatever he has to do in order to get things to go his way. Just listen to him and let's transport the girl." She tells him more sternly, finally lifting her head to look at him. I don't recognize her, but it's obvious that she has had a run-in with Voight by the way she's trying to avoid his presence.

"Fine," Tom snaps reluctantly, packing up his medkit and looking up at Voight. "I hope you're happy, asshole."

"Couldn't be happier," Voight muses, chuckling to himself as Sumner gives him an uneasy glare. The two paramedics stand up with Gabby on the backboard and start making their way through the chaos and to their ambulance.

"Thanks," I tell Voight, clapping his shoulder before jogging after the paramedics. "Call me if you need me," I add before turning back around, sticking close to Gabby and grabbing her good hand.

"She's going to be alright, right?" I ask the paramedics, looking at them nervously.

"She should be fine," the woman answers me, nodding. "From the looks of it, she needs stitches in a couple of places, she more than likely has a concussion, and she'll probably need surgery on her arm. But there's no reason why she shouldn't make it."

"Do you think they can save her arm?" I ask after breathing a small sigh of relief. Gabby was going to be alright. That's the news I've been waiting for so desperately.

"To be honest, I'm not sure," she replies, sighing as she and her partner lift Gabby onto the gurney inside the ambulance. She stays in while Tom jumps out, and I also climb in the back to be with Gabby.

I nod, swallowing hard as I take her hand again. If I know Gabby as well as I think I do, I know she'll be an emotional wreck if she loses her arm. And the only person that can calm her down completely is Matt, so if his condition is as bad as I think it is, her emotions will be even worse.

"What's her name?" The paramedic asks me, and I feel the ambulance start to move and hear the sirens begin to blare.

"Gabriela Dawson," I tell her, and watch as she inserts an IV into Gabby's good arm. "And I'm her brother, Antonio Dawson."

"Got it," she nods, finishing the IV. "Does she have any other family members we can contact for you?"

"I can give my mom a call while she's in surgery," I answer, my eyes still trained on the sight of my sister, looking so fragile and broken.

"What about a boyfriend or husband?"

"Her boyfriend is already in the hospital." I say softly. "He was brought in about a half hour ago with bad head trauma from the blast."

"Oh, well I wish the both of them a quick recovery," she replies sincerely, giving me a look of sympathy.

"Thanks," I mutter, looking up once I feel the ambulance stop. Seconds later, Tom opens the back door of the rig and helps the other paramedic push the gurney and IV out. I follow close behind them, trying to keep Gabby in sight. Once a group of nurses take over, they push the gurney down the hallway and towards the OR where I can no longer follow.

I sigh heavily as I watch them go, and realize that tears were beginning to pool in my eyes. The fear of not knowing what would happen to my sister was powerful and overbearing. I wanted to stand in the corner of the OR room and watch her get operated on just so I would know she would be alright. She's stuck her neck out for me too many times, and I wish there was more that I could do for her in return.

But of course, there was more I could do. I could go back to the bombsite and work with the team to track down whatever asshole did this. I could follow Voight's way of doing things and track him down faster and more efficiently. I could break rules just so I could know who did this to my sister. And that's what I would do. That's what Gabby would do for me, and that's what she's already done for me in the past.

I jog over to the nurses' station and lean over the counter to get a woman's attention. "Can I help you, sir?" She asks, looking up from her computer.

"Yes, could you call me when news of Gabriela Dawson's condition comes in?" I ask as I write down my number on a scrap piece of paper. I hand it to her and she nods as she puts the number in front of the computer screen.

"Yup, anything else I can help you with?"

"Um, yeah, is there any news on Matthew Casey?" I ask, swallowing nervously.

She shuffles through some papers and notes before looking back up at me. "Matthew Casey was officially declared in a coma ten minutes ago by the doctors and nurses who were treating him."