A\N: So I haven't been feeling that well lately but I wanted to get something up for you guys. I hope you like this chapter with lots of Dawsey goodness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago Fire, NBC or Global

Spoilers: Post "Merry Christmas Etc"

Warnings: None


Recovery

Gabriela's eyelids felt heavy as if she had been sleeping for a very long time. When she opened them it took her awhile to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings. She was in a room with lightly coloured yellow paint and every few minutes she heard this soft beeping sound.

"Gabriela," A familiar voice brought her out of her daydream and she turned her head slightly to find Matt sitting beside her bed.

His blonde hair was stuck up and there were bags under his eyes; a clear indicator he hadn't slept in hours, maybe even days.

"Wha- what happened?" She asked her voice weak and horse.

"You were in a accident, do you remember anything?"

She searched her brain for any recollection of an accident but nothing surfaced. In fact the last thing she clearly remembered was receiving a call and leaving the firehouse with Shay.

"Is Shay okay?"

"She's fine; she's been so worried about you so she'll be glad you woke up," He stood and walked over to a small food tray where he poured her a cup of water from a bottle.

Gabriela accepted the cup and gulped it down quickly, "What day is it?"

"December 22nd."

"So I've been asleep for two days?"

"On and off, you don't remember waking up? Maria ran into the room and jumped on the bed? Do you remember that?

"I don't remember anything," Tears fell from her eyes. If she didn't remember the last two days she was fearful that other events in her memory would be lost.

"The doctor's said you might not; you were on major pain killers so you were groggy; they don't think anything else will be affected."

Gabriela's face fell back into a slight smile, "Did I have surgery?" She winced as she moved and felt a slight twinge.

"Yeah, you had internal bleeding so they needed to operate so it wouldn't cause infection. Your stitches are a little swollen but they said that's normal."

Gabriela lifted her hospital gown and saw the inflamed spot where the stitches are, "They said this was normal?" Her medical training told her that the area had become infected.

"They're watching it; and in the meantime you need to relax and take it easy. If you want to talk to me I'll move to the other side so you can turn and not hurt yourself."

"Ah, Ms. Dawson I see you're woken up," Dr. Hawkins walked into the room, "Lets see how you're doing today," He began checking her vitals and marked things on her chart, "How's your head feeling?"

"A little sore," She responded, "But nothing I can't handle."

"Gabby this is no time to be tough," Matt interrupted, "It's allowed to hurt."

"Matt it's fine; I'd say something if it really hurt alright."

Matt stayed silent as he watched the doctor take her blood pressure and pulse.

"Your vitals are getting stronger, do you think you'd be up to something to eat later?" Dr. Hawkins asked.

"Maybe later, but I'm not hungry right now,"

He wrote something down on her chart, "I think your bodies strong enough to be taking off the IV's; but that means you're going need to eat and drink like you normally do."

Gabriela cringed; she had never liked hospital food. When she was seven and had her tonsils removed she refused to eat it which ended up prolonging her hospital stay.

"I'll make sure she eats," Matt spoke on her behalf.

"I'm sure you will," Dr. Hawkins smiled, "I'll get a couple of nurses to come and remove your IV." He said as he walked towards the door of her hospital room.

"I hate hospital food," She declared as soon as he was gone, "It's not even real food its-"

Matt rolled his eyes, "If you want to get better you need to eat it."

"Unless someone sneaks me in good food," She eyed him.

"Maybe," He kissed her forehead and then stood up and moved his chair to the other side of the bed, "In the meantime though lets forget about food and talk about how I'm so lucky you're alive." He had just settled down in his chair when he heard recognizable voices walking down the hallway.

"Hey you're up," Leslie Shay smiled, "You had me worried for a bit."

Gabby examined the cuts and bruises on her face, "What happened?

"She doesn't remember? What the hell?" Kelly Severide clenched his fists, "Why doesn't she remember?"

"Hey, hey," Matt stood up and approached his friend, "Lets go outside and let them talk."

"Go with him Kelly," Leslie urged her best friend and roommate.

"Yeah okay," Kelly followed Matt out of the room.

"Don't mind him," Leslie sat down in the now vacated chair, "It's just his way of handling things."

"Yeah I know," Gabby, responded, "So what did happen?"

"A transport truck rammed into us and the ambulance flipped. It was pretty scary," She admitted, "I wasn't sure if you were going to make it but I'm glad you did."

"That makes too of us," Matt reappeared at the door.

"Looks like your body guard's kicking me out," Shay smirked causing Gabby to laugh.

"No- no not kicking out just making sure everything's alright."

Leslie stood up and turned to face Matt, "If you want to go home and get some rest I'll stay here with her."

"No I'm fine."

"Let me rephrase that; so home and get some sleep and come back here tomorrow."

"Shay-"

"Matt you need your rest," Gabriela interjected, "Shay's right if you fall to fair behind you could get into an accident at work; I don't want that to happen."

"Alright," Matt walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead, "But I'm coming back tomorrow."

"I'm counting on it."

TBC


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