Sevasey Drabbles
1.18 Fireworks
Cream
Severide found Casey in the locker room attempting to reach around his back to rub some cream into one of the minor burns he'd received when the ceiling had collapsed during their call this morning. "You all right?"
"Fine," he stated.
"Looks sore, let me give you hand," Severide suggested and he extended his hand out.
Casey looked down at the pot of cream in his hand then passed it over to Severide. "Thanks."
Severide put some cream of the tips of his fingers and went to rub it gently onto Casey's back.
"Ah!" he yelped.
"What?" Severide was suddenly concerned he'd caused pain.
"Your hand is freezing," he explained.
Severide sighed, glad he'd not further aggravated the wound. "Well, suck it up, should have asked Dawson if you wanted comfort."
"I didn't ask, you offered," Casey stated.
"Because it's impossible for Lieutenant Casey to ask for help," he mocked. "There, I'm done."
Casey put his shirt back on. "Your dad still staying with you?"
"Unfortunately," he admitted.
"Oh, I thought it'd be nice to have him stay…" Casey began.
"No, dad's make a habit of… Oh God…" he sighed, "I'm sorry Casey."
"It's fine," Casey shrugged. "I'm getting some food."
Severide watched as he walked out the locker room, annoyed at himself for his careless use of words.