Hey all, I just started college and its been...extremely overwhelming and scary and stressful. But since I finally worked up the courage to open docs, I felt I should give you something.
Again, these are not edited or beta'd, and do start in the middle of perilous situations...
Jay
"No! No please, you don't understand, he's down there, he's-" my sentence is cut off as a sob rips it's way through my body. The gaping hole that used to be part of Chicago med looms less than three feet in front if me, and j have every intention of going down there to reach him, to save him.
"Will!" I scream, my body twisting with pure emotional agony. Because my brother, my brother, is down there and they won't let me help him. My feet push against the floors body pulling, staring to break free of the iron hold Olinski and Antonio have on me. They're taking me, dragging me away from the edge. Their voices bombard my ears as if I care to listen.
"Jay, stop-"
"Halstead, you need to calm down, you got hurt okay, you need to-" I don't let them finish, pushing my body harder, trying to further my progress toward the hole, thinking if I just get down there, I can find him I can-
"Halstead, stop!"
"NO!" I scream again and this time I can't stop, because maybe if they just understood, they'd let me go.
"PLEASE!" I sob harder as more hands wrap around my torso and start pulling me back, the third person the tipping point for power in this struggle.
"PLEASE HE'S DOWN THERE I CANT LEAVE HIM HES-" That's as far as if get before a sharp pain explodes behind my eyes. The last I remember is my legs crumpling and landing on something soft.
Then nothing at all.
Ruzek's P.O.V
"Alright, go get Jay and them and we can go." I nod an acknowledge meant to Voight and have turned to walk forward when suddenly the ground pitches beneath my feet. A deafening 'phoom' echoes in the hallway followed by a clogs of smock racking down the hallway. Coughing I sit up, not remembering when exactly I fell. There's a hand on my shoulder, shaking me. A voice pierces the ringing in my ears. Voight.
"-ou okay?"
"Yeah, you?" I think I was yelling, but my voice seems so muffled to my ears, it's hard to tell. He nods.
"I'm going to go find Erin, you go see if you can find Al or Antonio!" I cough out something of a response, scrambling to my feet and running down the hall. Pieces of the ceiling have fallen, lights flickering on and off, while others spark up into the flammable ceiling. People are running, screams and moans of pain abundant in the narrow passageway. I call out add move, helping people up and pushing them back the way I came. None of my comrades answer my calls, although not many people are injured, which gives me hope.
The dust gets thicker the further down the hall I get, until suddenly there isn't even a hallway. Just a huge gaping hole, concrete and metal pulled at the bottom. It looks almost identical to the bomb from a year ago, except this one has more of a circular opening, making me believe the bomb might have actually been in the hospital instead of outside.
My stomach flips as I gaze at the wreckage. If they're down there... Shaking my head I refuse to finish the thought, instead moving right where a wall used to bomb essentially created a sinkhole, enveloping the end of almost every hallway. I'm just picking my way through some room that's half collapsed,when I hear the scream.
"Will!" The voice sound hauntingly like Jay, but it's not alone. As I speed up my progress forward, I can hear two more voices, ones I identify as Dawson and my partner. Achingly relief at their voices pushes me forward with even more vigor. Finally I slam through a heavy wooden door that I think used to open up to a supply room, but is now just a huge concrete slam of nothing.
Well. Nothing but a few empty shelves, some wrapped medical stuff and you know, Jay Halstead two feet from the edge of certain death.
And it's not for lack of trying that he isn't already over the edge. Where the concrete floor ends, he's being held back by both Antonio and Al, who mind you are having quite a hard time trying to restrain Jays writhing body. Jay screams again, surging forward, and changing the distance from two feet to one.
His scream snaps me out of my shock and I sprint forward, but carefully, giving myself enough space to stop. Once I'm close enough I wrap my arms around his torso, flinching slightly when I feel something warm and sticky coat my fingers. Giving a heave, my feet start to scramble backwards and together the three of us drag him back from the edge.
However he's still screaming and thrashing in our grasp and before I can even process the action, Al has somehow managed to pick up a rock without letting go of Halstead and proceeds to slam it into Jay's temple. He goes limp, and with nothing to counter our pulling, we all fall backwards in a heap, Halstead collapsing on top of me.
He's mumbling, this constant stream of incoherent syllables and sounds, but his eyes are definitely Closed. Breathing heavy, Antonio and Al help push Jay to the side, allowing me to scramble to my knees and help.
Apparently just because he had the strength to push successfully against two strong guys, does not mean he isn't injured.
That warm stickiness that I felt? Blood. And a lot of it, flowing a decent hole in his abdomen, caused by a small piece rebar embedded in his skin. Without thinking I reach down and yank, not realizing it mighta been a bad idea until Olinski asks me.
"What the hell Ruzek?!" He yells, quickly pressing his hands down on the now wider wound. Chucking the metal away, I use my hands gist art a search of his upper body, peeling away his shirt in search of what must be another wound that's spending blood over his shoulder.
"Well, after the rock and all, I figured making him worse off was just a general consensus." I mutter, before continuing once I inspect his chest.
"Oh man." I whisper. Dawson jerks his head up from where he was wrapping a random piece of cloth around Jay's hand (also bleeding.)
"What." He asks in dread, myself having to swallow past a lump in my throat.
"I found the, uh, the source of...everything." I lift up my hands, which are covered in blood, and tear his shirt. Olinski looks up at the same time and for a moment we all just stare.
I think I can safely say that Halsteads life didn't depend on me being able to function, I would have broken down right then and there. As it is, I could barely hold down my stomach. Even Antonio looked pretty green. He swallows then speaks, his voice hoarse.
"We need to get something to cover this. Something clean. We have to stop the bleeding." I stare incredulously at him
"Dawson, his chest-"
"Just do it Ruzek!" He screams at me. I stare at him a moment longer before slowly standing and walking back through the last door I came through, going even further until I'm back at the empty hospital rooming. I start striping the sheets, slightly relieved to find them pretty clean, this room not having been exposed to much dust.
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