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Chapter Ten

In a far corner of the hospital, not much later, Kelly was sitting down to talk to Shay's doctor. "So, did Shay go for it?"

"Yes, Leslie has agreed to go ahead with the transplant."

"Thanks, doc," Kelly said gratefully, shaking the specialist's hand.

"I'm still uncertain as to why you don't want Leslie to know that you're her donor."

"It'll just worry her, doc. Besides it doesn't really matter, it matters that she gets well."

"She is going to worry either way, Mr Severide. I still recommend that you tell her."

"I'll keep that in mind," Kelly replied, though he truly had no intention of telling his best friend anything.

Since learning of Gabby's pregnancy Matt had gone very quiet, to the point that Gabby had, albeit reluctantly, agreed to return to her own room. As much as Matt was overjoyed by the news that he would be a father, he was riddled with guilt that his actions, voluntary or not, nearly killed the baby.

"Mr Casey, you need to work with me on these exercises if you want to heal," Matt's physical therapist urged.

"And who says I want to heal?"

Meanwhile back in her hospital room, Gabby was staring contemplatively at her cell phone. She had worked so hard to be a firefighter, and in a phone call, she was about to put that, and her career as a medic on hold.

Sighing, Gabby dialled Chief Boden's phone number. He answered quickly.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Chief. It's Dawson," Gabby started the conversation.

"Dawson, what can I do for you? How's Matt?"

"Matt's good. I actually needed to talk to you about me. I'm going to have to transfer to admin for awhile, can you arrange that?"

"I can. The question is why would you want that? I know that Matt's in rough shape, but-"

"I'm pregnant. Rules state that no pregnant woman can be an active member of the emergency services. So in two weeks when I run out of leave, I need that transfer, Chief."

"I'll make it happen, Dawson. Oh and congratulations to you and Matt."

While Gabby was contemplating her changing plans, and Matt was sulking, Shay was resting when her mother and sister noisily entered her room.

As annoyed as Shay was, it did allow her to ask a question that had been plaguing her. "Is it you, Meg? Is that why mom's brought you out here? Coz you certainly look like you'd rather be anywhere else."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Les."

"The transplant, that's what I'm talking about. Are you my donor?"

"What?! No. I'm not a match."

"What's going on, Leslie?"

"My nephrologist came by to see me earlier, and he told me that someone has offered to donate a kidney to me, but he wouldn't say who. Do either of you know anything about this?"

"Sweetheart, calm down. We were both tested not long after we arrived, but neither of us were a suitable match to donate."

'Okay that rules out my family,' Shay thought, 'with the exception of Dad, but honestly he wouldn't lift a finger to help me. That leaves everyone at fifty-one, but which one of them is it? It could be anyone.'

Later that day, though she was supposed to be resting, Gabby was bored stiff, and so she decided to pay Shay a visit. It took some coaxing to get the nurse to bring her a wheelchair, but eventually they gave in, and brought one, even agreeing to wheel Gabby upstairs to the ward Shay was presently a resident of.

When Gabby reached Shay's room, Shay was sitting propped up in bed, watching daytime television, though laughably she tried to shut it off upon seeing Gabby in the doorway.

"Shut up, it was the only thing on," Shay grumbled, as Gabby struggled not to laugh a little.

"Sure, whatever you say, girl," Gabby replied. "I just thought I'd stop in for a visit, you heard I landed in emergency yesterday?"

"Yeah, I did. What happened?"

"Matt accidentally knocked me off his bed, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but I'm pregnant, and I started getting cramps."

"Wait, you're what? Did you just say that you're pregnant? Congratulations, girl ...the baby is okay, isn't it?"

"It was close, they thought... They thought I was going to miscarry, but it's okay now."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just need to rest, and I might as well do that here as downstairs. Enough about me. How are you? What's the latest?"

"Well, I'm going to get a kidney. Apparently someone has agreed to donate, but they won't say who."

"Really? That's great news, girl! When's that happening?"

"In ten days. My doctor says that it'll take that long to get everything organised, and for whoever it is who's donating to have all the pre-op tests. It's not like there's any great rush, I'm doing okay on the dialysis."

"Still, that's fast."

"Yeah, it is," Shay agreed.

From there the women discussed a great few things, before Gabby had to go back to her room, leaving Shay with one key thought in her mind, 'So Dawson's not my donor, that just leaves... well everyone.'

To Be Continued...

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