Feeling eyes on him, Kelly moved his head and looked into the eyes of Matt Casey. He grunted and coughed. Matt just stared at him, hoping he would be okay, "easy buddy."

Kelly finished coughing, "thanks…" he whispered as he smacked his lips and sighed.

"Here," Matt coaxed a cup of ice chips to his friend, hoping he would take it.

"I'm good," Kelly replied looking out the window.

Matt frowned and put it in arms reach of Kelly. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, "I'm going home. See ya later."

Kelly didn't acknowledge his friend as he left the room. "Whatever, I see what kind of friend you are." Kelly thought as he grimaced in pain.

Matt walked down the hall and was so mad he couldn't see straight, he was so aggravated with Kelly and his stubbornness. "Damnit Severide!" And without thinking he slammed his fist into the brick wall. Grimacing in pain, as blood ran down his arm, "DAMNIT!" He shouted as a doctor and nurse to him, "I'm alright." He explained as they grabbed his hand and examined it.

"Let's get an x-ray and get it cleaned up," the doctor ordered the nurse as she took him to an examining room.

"Really, it's nothing," Matt tried explaining, before he was shushed by the elderly nurse.

"What's your name?" She asked cleaning the wound.

"Matt Casey, ouch!" He pulled back his hand; she immediately grabbed it back and continued.

"Mr. Casey, what were you thinking when you hit that wall?"

"Mad at a friend, who doesn't want to live anymore or help himself," he grimaced again as she finished cleaning.

She smiled, "Mr. Casey, don't dwell on others decisions. It's their choice, but you can be there for him and help him with what he needs. Now x-ray will be here any minute to take x-rays. How is your pain?"

"It's alright, not too bad," he smiled at the nurse and shook his head.

Just as she turned to leave, x-ray technicians walked in and started taking pictures. Within a few minutes the doctor came in with another nurse, "well, Mr. Casey you have a boxer's fracture. We need to splint it and get you into ortho."

Matt shook his head and let the nurse splint his hand and give him his discharge papers. He sighed and went back up to Kelly's room, "what happened to you?" Kelly asked looking at the splint.

"Punched the concrete wall downstairs," Matt sat down.

"Why?" Kelly questioned.

"Because I was pissed…at you," Matt said looking up at Kelly.

"Me? What the hell did I do?" Kelly asked his voice raising.

"You won't do shit for yourself. But I am done worrying about you. You are a big boy and I'll be there for you until the end," Matt sat up in the chair.

"Damn right I'm a big boy. My life is my life, no one is going to change that," Kelly said getting defensive.

"Just think of how Shay is going to react, or Boden. Or your crew, when we tell them you aren't coming back?" Matt tried to re-convince Kelly in his decision.

Kelly didn't respond and turned away from Matt, he hadn't thought about that and it gave him a new perspective. He closed his eyes and hoped it would all go away. He opened them to find Matt gone. He started to cry and fell asleep.

Matt walked into his dark, cold apartment and sighed. It echoed through the empty home. He threw his bag down and sat down on his couch and winced at the pain that shot through his arm. He forgot to get his prescription filled and cursed himself for that. He laid back and closed his eyes and threw his uninjured arm over his eyes and dozed off. He woke to an alarm going off, and realizing that it was the neighbor's car alarm he cursed again and got up, grimacing at the pain throughout his body. He looked at the splint and carefully started unwrapping the ace wrap that held it on.

After the splint was removed he carefully moved his fingers and knuckles and then his wrist. Pain shooting through his arm. He had shift that day and couldn't afford to miss it so he knew that he had to fight through the pain and head to work. We went upstairs and took and hot shower and got dressed and headed to work.

"Hey Matt, how are you?" Shay asked meeting him on the sidewalk by his truck, "you look exhausted?"

"Hey Shay, bad day off. But I'm good now." Matt smiled at the blond hair medic.

"What in the world did you to your hand? It looks broken," Shay asked reaching for the hand.

Matt pulled back, "just bruised it bad, no biggie."

Shay eyed him and they walked in silence into the station. As soon as they stepped into the bay the tones went off for a child in a drainage pipe. Matt sighed and rolled his eyes, as did Shay as they both went to their respected apparatuses.

Arriving on the scene, a mother came running out of her home and waving her arms. Matt was out of the truck before Cruz had it stopped, "please help me! My son is stuck in the pipes out back." She grabbed Matt pulling him.

"How long has he been stuck? What's his name?" Matt asked calmly.

"I don't know how long, I just woke up from a nap. His name is Trent, he's only 7, oh god please help him!"

"Cruz, Mouch! Get a flood light. Hermann, grab a pike pole, if he's conscious we can pull him out," Matt called going back to the yard where the mother was pulling him too.

Kneeling down and looking into the pipe, he saw the small boy about 20 feet into the pipe, "Trent? Hey Trent? Can you hear me?" Matt called hoping for a response.

"Help me," a small voice whimpered.

Matt smiled, "hold on buddy, we are gonna get you out. I'm Matt with Chicago Fire Department. Can you breathe ok?"

"It hurts too, but I can," Trent called back.

"Are you hurt? Can you move your arm?" Matt asked.

"It hurts…"Trent called barely above a whisper.

"Damnit," Matt whispered, "ok Mouch find me someone who knows if there are any power lines or anything around this pipe. We may need to dig and cut the pipe closer to him, he's too far into the pipe and he can't move."

Mouch shook his head, "copy that lieutenant."

Matt turned back in and prayed, "hand in there buddy."