"Damn it. Savannah! Savannah! Open your eyes. Come on", he screamed at his niece. Menahwile Sylvie tried to put her in a lateral recumbent position.
"I've got our first aid kit in the back of my car", Brett explained, running to the vehicle, while Jimmy tried to wake her up.
Sylvie returned with the bag and put the blood pressure monitor on her arm.
"80 to 60. That's pretty low."
"Savannah! Savannah, come on!", Jimmy continued yelling but she didn't wake up.
"She smells like she drank the whole bar."
The next thing both paramedics realized was the teenager opening her eyes, puking onto the floor.
She looked around in pain.
"I'm feeling so sick. Uncle Jimmy", she cried. Nothing was left from the rebellious teenager anymore.
"Be honest: How much did you drink?"
"I don't know", she stumbled, searching for her uncles hand and squeezed it.
"Did you take a look at her pupils. That's not only alcohol", Sylvie whispered, getting Jimmy to nod.
"Baby, listen to me. What kind of drugs did they gave you?"
It seemed like she would become unconscious again, so Sylvie clapped on her cheeks again.
"Hey, talk to me. Cocaine? Crystal? Savannah, we need to know. Otherwise we can't help you."
"There was this guy at the party. He said that we could have more fun, so he throw some pills for all of us."
"How did those pills look like?"
"There was a super mario figure on the back. Tinas pill had the word sky in it."
"Sounds like Extasy", Sylvie Brett suspected.
"How much did you take, sweetie?", she tried to communicate with Jimmys niece who groaned because she was blended by the light.
"2. Maybe more. I think it was 2 and a half."
"We should call an ambo", Sylvie suggested, shaking her head like she wanted to tell him that this was too much to deal with.
"And then? You know what happens next, if they find out. DCFS will be alerted. She will be charged", he said, a sad tone in his voice, making Brett to realize what they we're really dealing with.
"Come on. They will be given her the same medication at med."
Sylvie sighed, finally nodded.
"Alright. Let's give it a try."
They supplied her with the medication that would help in such a situation like this and brought her to the couch.
Jimmy was sitting next to his niece, while Sylvie was cleaning up the kitchen. He was holding her hand after her euphoria turned into depression, what resulted the teenager sobbing about the whole situation.
"It feels so bad. Everything", she whimpered.
Borrelli said nothing at first, just put a wet towel on her head, praying that the aftermath effect wouldn't hit her that hard.
He started to stroke her forehead with his hand, just watched her in deep concern.
"No one understands", the teenager whispered in a raspy tone, swollowing hard.
"And taking drugs and drinking alcohol is the answer of all this?"
She shrugged her shoulders. Jimmy took a tissue out of his pocked and wiped the tears from her face.
Thats when she revealed something she kept inside of her for a long time.
"I miss my dad so much. I wish he was still here."
Jimmy was ready to cry. He squeezed her hand, continued to carress her shoulder.
6 months ago she was still a normal teenager. Very motivated and good at school, very involved in school activities. But that all changed.
"I miss him too."
"Stacie is always busy It's like she cares more about Emily and Jamie, because they are her own children while I'm not."
There was a long pause until Borrelli started to speak again.
"Maybe we should talk to her later about that."
The medication seemed to work. Savannah started to feel a little bit better.
"Savie?"
"Yeah?"
"Promise me to call out for help."
She didn't respond, just smiled sadly when Jimmy placed a kiss on her forehead.
"You should try to sleep. It's been a long night."
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"Thank you for staying here with me. After all what happened today…"
Jimmy couldn't end his sentence, because Sylvie who was sitting next to him on the kitchen table, took his hand.
"Hey. You would have done the same to me", Sylvie twinkled.
Borrelli nodded, giving her a sad smile.
"Sorry for all that. I didn't see that coming."
"Don't apologize. It's okay. I was glad to help."
"Stacie is going to freak out if she hears what happens today. They are always fighting and that doesn't make is any better."
Sylvie gave him a sceptical look.
"You think Savannah was right? Regarding her accusations about Stacie?"
Jimmy moved and lowered his shoulders.
"I'm not sure. Fact is, they never got along really well."
"You know, I don't think she ist hat evil, that she pretends to be. Looks more like a cry of help. Like she is drowning and wants attention to get safed."
"Maybe", Jimmy nodded, folding his hands.
"It's kind of a crazy idea, but…I thought about something that could defuse the situation a little bit."
Sylvie gave him a typical look that told she was ready for his suggestion.
"What about taking her in for a while? Maybe for a couple of weeks."
„And your work?"
"I'm gonna talk to Boden. Maybe she could stay at the station when I'm on duty."
Sylvie agreed, smiling at him.
"I will support you. No matter what."
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"You really think that this is a good idea, Jimmy?"
Three days later Stacie looked at Savannah, before she focused on Borrelli and Brett again.
They were sitting on the kitchen table, teaming up for a family meeting.
"You're working 24 hours shifts. How do you want to combine caring for a teenager and duty?"
Savannah looked up from the table, an angry glance on her face.
"Is there really a difference? He might care more about me than you ever did before", the 13 year old laughed sarcastically, receiving a reproachful glance from her stepmother.
"Savannah, that's not fair", Borrelli answered, what she denied by shaking her head.
"Why? It's the truth. She doesn't care at all. Jamie and Emily. That's all what matters for her."
Jimmy sighed, but Savannah already got up from her chair.
"Sit down, it's not settled yet", Stacie yelled, but was ignored by the teenager.
"If you don't allow me to stay with uncle Jimmy, I'm gonna be out here anyway. Any foster family is better than staying here with you."
She walked upstairs to her room.
Stacie was ready to cry.
"Did you hear that? She hates me."
"We gonna figure something out, Stace. We find a good solution for everyone of you."
"You've got my consent, Jimmy. You can take her home with you. But keep me updated, alright?"
Borrelli nodded understandable.
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"Everything okay? You two look a little bit lost here?", Severide wanted to know, when he stared at Brett and Borrelli. Both paramedics gave him sceptical look.
It was one week since Savannah had been moving in.
"Come on, guys. What's the deal?"
"You don't really want to know", Sylvie answered.
"Just be lucky, that you're not having kids on your own."
Severide didn't really understand.
"What do you mean? Did I miss something? Since when do you have children on your own?"
Jimmy shook his head.
"One of my nieces moved in with me. I'm the only relative that is left, after my brother died and her mother lost her battle with cancer. My sister in law doesn't get along with her really well."
"That sound's like you really saved her. What's the problem anyway?"
"She's a little rebell. That's the problem. It's already getting better, but it's still a battle. Now she's getting bullied because she lost contact with her old friends and stopped using drugs and all that stuff. Physically she's fine. But emotionally, she's still a mess."
"Interesting case. Does the chief know?"
"Yeah. He suggested me to bring her by."
"And? Sounds like she could use to make new friends. Come on, we already watched Herrmanns kids. And you know what that means."
"Maybe tomorrow."
"Yeah. I'm sure the guys can't wait to meet her", Severide clapped on his back and left him and Sylvie alone again.
"I don't know. I don't have a good feeling on Savannah. She's too kind right now."
"You think she's kidding you?"
"No. Not exactly. She really stayed clean. But she seemed more desperate and sad than she already did."
Brett took her boyfriends hand.
"So, maybe we could cheer her up by watching DVDs or going to the movies."
Jimmy couldn't respond, because the alarm went on.