Sevasey Drabbles
Scared
"Kelly, what the hell are you doing here?" Shay sat down next to him at the bar.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he shot her a look before requesting another drink from the barman.
"I just thought you'd have somewhere better to be, something better to do…"
"This is what I'm doing. Am I not allowed?"
Shay ignored him. "I bet Casey's pretty scared right now."
"Yeah, well, I'm pretty scared too."
"Then why are you here? He's alone right now."
"Well, maybe I want to be alone."
"I understand why you're scared, probably more than you do."
"Matt doesn't need me."
"You're wrong. If I were you I'd storm into his hospital room right now and…"
"And what?" Severide snapped. "Hold his hand whilst he throws his guts out because of the poison they're pumping into him?!"
"Yes," she responded simply.
"He wouldn't want me there."
"Have you tried being there?"
Severide shook his head.
"Don't distance yourself from him because you're scared of what might happen."
He was silent for a while before turning to her. "I was reading up on it, the blast percentage he told me… his odds aren't great…"
"Even more reason to not leave him alone right now. This is about him, and he may never admit it or even let it on but I know he must be scared."
He let out a long breath. "I've drank too much… will you give me a ride?"