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Casey

It was one torturous hour later when the doctor arrived in his blue scrubs soaked in blood, and my stomach lurched. I thought it was very cruel for him to not even cover up the blood, but I guess he just wanted to inform us asap.

He steps into the room, "Family of Gabriela Dawson?"

Antonio looks up from staring at his wheelchair wheel and he clears his throat, "Yeah... Yeah that's us."

The doctor scans the room for a moment before sighing, "Gabriela suffered with a ruptured spleen and she lost a lot of blood. For a while it was touch and go, but she's made it out of surgery and we're confident that Gabriela is going to make a good recovery. She's got a few minor injuries from the crash, but all in I think you're lucky that you have a fighter on your hands."

My body limps with relief, "So she's going to be okay?" I ask as Hallie clutches my hand.

The doctor nods, "Yes. Gabriela will have to stay in hospital for a minimum of 5 days and her recovery will take a few months, but all in all she's going to be okay."

Relief swarms the room and everyone's worries are washed away by the doctors words.

She was going to be okay.

The doctor then motions to Antonio, "You're Gabriela's brother yes?"

Antonio nods, "Come with me please."

Whilite rolls Antonio out of the room and for a moment I was curious, but I couldn't focus on that for long. Dawson was going to live and after thinking that I could have lost her, I couldn't care about anything else.

Hallie wraps her arms around my chest, "See baby? She's going to be fine."

I bury my face in her shoulders and hug her back, finding comfort in her warmth, "I know."

Then Whilite steps into the room, "Casey? Shay? Antonio wants to speak to you," I look at Shay with a confused expression that she mimics, but we join Antonio outside nevertheless.

He was rubbing his face when I first saw him, "Antonio?" I murmur, I couldn't imagine what was running through his head right now and really, I was afraid of what he was thinking.

He looks up at us, looking exhausted and worried, "Yeah, um, can you guys come with me to see her? I don't want to go in there alone..."

Shay was quick to nod as she was eager to see with her own eyes that Gabby was going to be okay, but I hesitated. I hadn't realised it before but a burning anger had been building inside of me. She almost died, she almost left us, because she was too stubborn to listen to anyone who was trying to talk some sense into her. What would we have done then? What would have Antonio done? What would have I done?

"Casey?" Shay murmurs, bringing me away from my thoughts, "You're coming right?"

Antonio was looking expectantly at me, "I know what she's done but..."

I quickly nod, not wanting to hear anymore, and I wheel him down the corridor, "Which room?"

"118," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. It was a shock to me to see Antonio like this, quiet, fearful, vulnerable, but what else could I expect? He'd just woken from a coma to find that his family was in protective custody and his partner had helped his sister get involved with his shooters, who was now laying in a hospital bed.

It would be a shock to anyone, no matter how strong they were.

I'd noticed Whilite hadn't followed, so I was assuming she was either giving Antonio his space or she was avoiding seeing Gabby. As Shay walked beside us, she was quiet and shaky.

"Shay, she's okay," I reassure her and she jumps at the sound of my voice.

She whips her head around to face me and her face softens, "I know Casey, god I..." I watch as tears slip down her face.

I clutch her hand, "It's gonna be okay Shay."

We reach room 118 and I pause outside. Antonio turns in the wheelchair to look at me, "Casey?"

I look down at him, "I'm good," I murmur, and then Shay holds the door open as I push Antonio into the room.

A quiet sob escapes Antonio when he sees her and I freeze. Dawson was pale, sickly so, and her brown hair looked limp against the pillow. I hadn't noticed before but now I could see multiple cuts on her face and arms, as well as her wrist being wrapped in dressing. She looked swamped by the blankets pulled around her body and Dawson was hooked up to many machines, beeply quietly but methodically in the corner of the room.

She didn't look like Dawson.

I push Antonio to the side of the bed as Shay takes a seat beside it, and then I move to lean against the wall away from her bedside. I couldn't be near her, I just couldn't...

Shay brushes Dawson's hair away from her forehead, "Oh Gabby, look at you..." she cries with little tone to her voice. I wince at the sadness I heard.

My stomach was lurching. I nearly lost her because she wouldn't listen.

"Antonio, her arms," Shay exclaims with shock and it was then I noticed, the large hand size bruises on Dawson's arms. No.

Tears fell down Antonio's face, "When the doctor took me out of the room he told me that they found signs of attempted sexual assault. When Jules asked Halstead, he said that just before he fell unconcious he heard Gabby screaming and telling Dragon to stop..."

Shay's face lost all colour, "But, but he didn't?..." she stammers, unable to speak the unspeakable.

Please God no.

Antonio shakes his head, "No, she fought him off. Doc says she's covered in defensive wounds."

I couldn't listen anymore. I couldn't stand to hear what had happened to her a minute longer. I couldn't stand to see her any longer. I just wanted to get away.

"Casey?" Shay murmurs quietly after noticing I hadn't said a word since we entered Dawson's room.

I felt like vomiting, "I can't... I'm sorry but I can't..."

And then I slip out of the room and head towards the bathroom, hearing Shay's cries for me as I left.

Severide

I found Casey in the bathroom, puking his guts up. I lean up against the sinks and wait for him to finish before speaking, but he doesn't come out of the stall so I end up talking to a plastic white door.

"Casey man, what's going on with you?" I sigh, knowing that the likelihood was that I was going to be here for a while.

This was more than Dawson going to Voight, working with the cops and going undercover. This was way more than that. I guess I knew what, but I knew approaching that subject would cause Casey to clam up and not talk to me.

"Not now Severide," I hear him huff, his voice scratchy and tired.

"Come on man, you can't keep this bottled up. Talk to me."

"Severide, I mean it..." He hisses and without seeing his face I knew that he was wearing his 'I'm angry with the world' look.

"Casey, come on-"

"She almost died and left me because she was too damn stubborn and too stupid to listen to anyone! Is that what you want to hear? Because that's the truth!"

Okay, so I was right. He was scared that he'd almost lost Dawson.

"She's not gone Casey."

"So that makes it okay huh?... She had everything to live for and she put herself in the worst possible danger. How could she?"

"Casey, you know how Dawson felt like she'd disappointed everyone. Like everyone hated her. She had no one to turn to and Antonio was lying comatose. She was desperate and scared and saw only one option. And she felt like she had to carry it through to the end or she'd end up disappointing the only person she hadn't already... You know this. So what is it?"

The stall unlocks and he steps out, looking worn out and frustrated, like he was battling something inside of his head.

He moves to wash his hands and doesn't reply, "What are you doing with Hallie, Casey?"

He snaps his head to look at me, "What?" He stammers with shock.

"You're in love with Dawson so what are you doing with Hallie?"

Casey storms out of the bathroom, the door slamming behind him.

What was going to happen now?

Casey

How dare he? That son of a bitch. Thinking that he knows it all yet he knows nothing. I'm not in love with Dawson. I'm not.

She's a massive pain in my ass, she went to Voight, she's single-minded and she's stubborn to the point of enraging me. She doesn't listen to anyone but herself and she certainly makes stupid decisions. How could I love her?

I re-enter the waiting room and approach Hallie. She looks up from her seat when she notices me, "Can we go home?"

A crease etches in her forehead, "I thought you wanted to stay? Matt?"

I could feel the guys watching me, "I just want to go home."

Hallie nods and stands, taking my hand, "I'll see you guys tomorrow," I murmur as we leave.

Severide was walking towards the waiting room when we left and he calls behind us, "Casey, man, I'm sorry okay? Just stay man! Dawson's gonna want to see you when she wakes up! Casey I'm sorry!"

The elevator doors close and in turn, prevent us from hearing his voice.

"Matt?" Hallie asks, "What's he sorry for?"

I press my lips against hers, trying to find some comfort, "Nothing," I murmur against her lips, "Nothing."

I wanted there to be spark and fireworks like before, but when we kissed, all I could about was Dawson and her face as it floated through my mind.

Shay

Half hour after Casey rushed out Dawson began to stir and open her eyes. When she woke, pain was etched on her features and not all of it was the physical kind.

"What?" She mutters, her voice barely audible and she winces against the light.

"You were in an accident, doctors had to perform a splenectoctomy. Do you remember anything?" I ask quietly, clutching at her hand. I was just thankful that she wa alive.

Dawson nods, immediately regretting the movement by the look on her face, "I remember the crash. I remember you and Casey... Shay I am so sorry, so sorry."

"Ssh, don't worry about that now," I soothe, "Just worry about getting better."

"...That's not in your nature though, is it sis?"

Dawson's eyes widen when she spots Antonio sat beside her bed, "Antonio?... You're awake!"

He smiles and reaches over to hold Dawson's hand, "You gave us quite a scare there sis, could'a lost you."

Dawson rolls her eyes, "So where were you for the last month? Resting?"

Antonio smirks, "Something like that."

"How are you?" Dawson asks quietly, worry etched into her face.

"Better," Antonio nods, "Ready to kick your ass. How could you be so stupid Gabby?"

Dawson's eyes close as she sinks back into the pillow, "Antonio please, what good is this going to do? I've done what I've done and I'll face the consequences soon enough. You would have done the same thing for me."

"I'm the cop Gabby, you're not."

Dawson turns her head back to face me and sadness and worry linger in her eyes, "How is he?" I knew who she was talking about.

I sigh and hold tighter onto her hand, "Angry, frustrated, scared..."

Tears slip down her face, "Understandable."

"...You should've seen him Dawson, he thought he was going to lose you."

She wails and then tries to control her tears, "Maybe he's better off without me."