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I should call her. Or send her a text at least. But I'm sure she's fine, right? I should still check on her, it's been a week. But if something had happened I'd already know by now, so she must be okay. Rafferty lay in her bed, completely still, facing the ceiling and looking at nothing. Just thinking, thinking about Shay to be more specific. She hadn't had any news on the condition of her former partner since the day of the accident, and that had been a week ago. She wasn't worried, just a bit concerned. It's the same stupid thing, you dumbass. She thought to herself. All this thinking was leaving her exhausted. She should just send a text and be done with it once for all. That. A single text. That's all she needed to do so she could move on to some other preoccupation.


Should I text or should I not? Should I stay or should I go? Leslie was resting on the couch, humming to herself. She felt glad that no one could hear her thoughts, cause sometimes they could be way too dumb. Ok, stop singing that! Just send her a text. It's not that difficult. A simple 'Hey Rafferty, I'm still alive.' will suffice. Shay had been struggling with the same issue during the whole week, whether to contact Allison or not. She hadn't heard from her since they spoke at the hospital, and she kinda wanted to know how she was doing. Why hadn't Rafferty contacted her? She seemed kind of worried but friendly that day at the hospital. Leslie was hoping to see more of her from that moment on, but she had been really mistaken, it seemed.

"Just text her already!" Shay jumped in the couch, startled by the sudden presence of Severive. When did he come in? "Or just give her a call; it's really not that difficult you know." He finished, giving her a pointed look. Leslie stood there for a few seconds, she didn't know how to answer to that, how did he know anyway, she wondered.

"How… do you know… I've been meaning to text somebody?" She asked slowly, looking at Kelly carefully, trying to read his expression. He just smirked.

"Seriously? You've been lying there, in the same position, holding your phone, since I left…" He quickly checked his clock. "Almost two hours ago." Shay opened her mouth to argue but soon realized there was nothing she could say.

"Point taken." She finally replied. Severide couldn't help but laugh at this.

"Well." He said expectantly. "Are you gonna text Rafferty or not?" Shay inclined slightly her head, and looked at her best friend with uncertainty.

"How do you know it's Rafferty?" She inquired.

"What?" Kelly asked confused.

"How do you know is Raffety the person I want to text?" She explained without breaking eye contact, studying him.

"I saw her name on your phone, when I leaned to kiss you when I was leaving." Kelly lied quickly. He hadn't seen Allison's name. But he knew Leslie way too much, and after the whole injury thing a week ago, he could tell Rafferty was all the blonde had been thinking about lately.

"Oh." Shay said with a funny face. Now she felt stupid, of course he had seen it on her phone, how else could he know? "Right. The phone." She laughed.

"Well, are you gonna keep staring at it?" He tied to push her a little bit, sometimes that's all Leslie needed, a little push. She looked at him for a few seconds.

"Yeah." Shay finally said, nodding with resolution, but her face changed rapidly. "Actually, no." She stated frowning, and threw her phone across the couch. "I'm the one who got impaled. She should be the one contacting me." She was planning to keep talking, she was feeling really mad all of sudden, but the ringing of her phone interrupted her. Rafferty's face appeared on the screen, but she just looked at it instead of picking up. Severide stared at her, expectantly.

"Shay!" Kelly shouted. The blonde was there, just looking at her phone, it really irritated him. What was wrong with her lately, it seemed like she had reversed to a teenage girl in the last week. "Pick up the phone?" He finished with a softer tone.

"Oh. Right." Leslie snapped out of wherever trance she had been on, and reached to her phone. "Um, hello…" Severide sighed, and left the room smiling to himself.

"Shay… Hello." Allison greeted awkwardly, silence followed until Shay spoke again.

"So… how are you?"

"I'm ok, you know, just bored of-" Allison cut herself abruptly.

"Bored of…" Shay said expecting Rafferty to keep going. "Rafferty, you there?" She asked when she got no answer.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I just… I was talking about myself, and you are the one who was on the hospital last week." She said, speaking softly, almost like she didn't want the blonde to hear her. "I called to check on you. So, um… how are you?" Damn it! Why is this so difficult? You are just making a question, just checking on a friend. A friend?

"Me? Oh I'm okay. I mean, I still feel some pain in the wounded area, and the painkillers are altering my sleep lately, so I'm not completely fine yet…" Shay started rambling, Rafferty smiled on the other side of the line, grateful that Leslie couldn't see her. "but they told me I just need one more week, and then I'll be good as new… well still, I should stay away from iron bars or anything similar to it, is not recommendable for me to get impaled again at least for a couple of months, you know…" Shay stopped talking when she realized she didn't know what she was talking about anymore. "Rafferty? Are you okay?" No answer on the other side, but she was hearing some noise she couldn't quite recognize. "Wait a sec. Are you laughing? Allison Rafferty, are you laughing at me?!"

"I'm sorry." The brunette answered between laughs. A full laughter that Shay could hear very well this time. "I'm sorry." Allison repeated. "You just… what where you even… do you hear yourself when you talk? Never mind. You know what? I won't ask how are you ever again. Just to spare you another situation like this." She finished, while she tried to stop laughing.

"Excuse me?" Shay said with an exaggerated tone. "You asked how I was, and I was simply telling you what the doctors said."

"So, the recommendation of the doctor was to avoid getting impaled again?" Rafferty asked, laughing again.

"Well… not exactly."She could hear the other woman's laugh through the phone. Shay smiled. "But to be fair, if I was my doctor, I would have definitely recommended it."

"I bet you would." Allison replied once she was able to stop the laughter. "So… I'm gonna be replacing Dawson if she passes the firefighter test." She said as casually as she could, she really wanted to know Shay's opinion about it.

"Really? Great!" Leslie answered a little too excited. "I mean. We already know each other and we know how to work together, so…"

"Uh huh." Rafferty said, not convinced with Shay's late statement. There was silence for a brief moment.

"Besides, If I have to work with some asshole, I rather it to be you, at least I already know you." Shay smiled with satisfaction, just before hearing the line go dead.


"Idiot." Allison said to the phone, still smiling, after she hung up. Well, that wasn't that bad. Maybe the first few minutes, but after that it was ok. It wasn't as awkward as I expected it to be. That's something good, yep. Well done Allison. Ok, now I can move on to the next thing. Rafferty looked around her, looking for something to do, but it didn't matter anyway, for before she could even realize it, she would be thinking about Shay again.