Severide awoke facedown under a pile of debris. His ears were ringing. Distantly, he could hear the squeals of PASS alarms. His entire body hurt. Crying out with the effort, he managed to get up onto his knees and shove the mess of wood, drywall, and old wallpaper off of his back. The movement made the room spin. He stayed on his hands and knees for several minutes, reeling from the pain. Breathing was extremely difficult. As the ringing diminished slightly, he could hear the mayday calls going up.

"We got a man down over here!" Herrmann shouted from what sounded like the next floor down. "Otis is hurt!"

"Truck Eighty-one, head count!" Casey yelled over the radio.

One by one, the remainder of Truck responded. They were hurt, but alive.

Severide keyed up his radio, and through gritted teeth, managed to say "Squad Three...head count!" The longer he was conscious, the more he hurt. He needed to move, but he honestly wasn't sure he could. Every breath was a sharp stab of pain. Broken ribs were a very real possibility. His shoulder felt like it was on fire. He hoped he hadn't reinjured it badly enough to require another surgery. His PASS alarm began to chirp, so he had to wiggle in order to silence it. The room spun once again, almost making him sick.

Newhouse, Tony, and Capp responded. They were also hurt, but alive nonetheless.

He keyed up again, "Taylor, report."

No response.

A horrible, sinking feeling began to form within him. "Taylor...report."

Still no response.

Pushing through the pain, Severide hauled himself to his feet and staggered toward the wall that he had been blown through. "Taylor! Report!" Panic gripped him when she still didn't respond, "Shelby!" He passed by the gigantic hole that had been blown into the middle of the old office building. The blast had sent him through a wall and opened the floor beneath Otis. Below, the injured members of Squad and Truck worked to free Otis from a debris pile.

It had to have been a bomb; the force of the blast had been too great for it not to have been a bomb. And what were the odds of a random bomb being placed in an old office building that hadn't been used in years and had magically caught fire less than an hour ago? It had been a trap.

"Sev!" Casey shouted, "I found her!"

As quickly as he could, Severide made his way to Casey, whose left arm hung uselessly by his side.

Struggling beneath the awkward weight, Casey was holding up a huge piece of debris with his good hand, allowing Dawson to crawl out from beneath Taylor's crumpled form. "I can't hold this much longer, Dawson – get her out!"

Scrambling on her hands and knees, Dawson spun around and grabbed Taylor's ankles, pulling her out of the way enough for Casey to drop the debris chunk. "That was so stupid, Taylor – why did you do that?!" Dawson muttered as she removed Taylor's helmet, mask, and hood, "Taylor! Can you hear me?"

Blood trickled from Taylor's nose. Severide's heart sank as he dropped to his knees and touched her shoulder, "Shelby, can you hear me?"

Taylor groaned weakly, "Kelly..."

"I'm here, baby girl." His own pain completely forgotten, Severide scooped her up, started for the door, and hit his radio, "Everybody out! Now!"

Taylor's head fell against his shoulder, "I'm hurt, baby."

"I know. We're on our way out, okay? Brett and Mills are waiting for us." He felt her go limp, "Shelby?"

She had lost consciousness.

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Author's Note: Short chapter, I know. Wrote this on lunch at work today and couldn't wait to get it posted. Thanks to RBCFCPD7410, TheIrishShipperholic, Sarrabr4, and HermioneandMarcus for the reviews!