Sevasey Drabbles
Need
There was barely a patch of Casey's clothing that wasn't covering in blood. It was smeared on the pale and bruised skin that was visible through rips and tears. It was dripping thickly down a laceration above his eye.
Severide's legs carried him over to him through the crowd without even thinking. "Matt…" He held out an arm because it looked like Casey would collapse any moment.
"Please get me out of here…" Casey's eyes were unfocused, his voice was ragged, whispered, strained.
Severide led Casey out of the building, past all of the police officers, the firefighters, and with each step Casey took he could feel him faltering.
"Sit," Severide instructed when he'd walked Casey over to one of the awaiting ambulances.
"It's not mine. My head, hands. Nothing else is mine," Casey spoke as he noticed the blur of movement by the paramedics.
It wasn't too long before they reassured Severide, "He's right." She focused back on Casey, "Your going to need some stitches and a head CT just to be safe, all right lieutenant?"
"Sure…"
"I'll ride with you, Matt."
Casey shook his head at the suggestion. "I'm ok now. Don't need you."
"Maybe not, but I need you. I need you to be ok."