Sevasey Drabbles
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Severide was sitting by Casey in the emergency room.
Casey was holding a wad of gauze to his forehead.
"When's that doctor coming back?" Severide's frustration was getting the better of him.
"I'm fine," Casey reminded him.
"Your shirt is soaked in blood," he retorted.
"Head wounds bleed."
"Well, you're not supposed to bleed," Severide told him.
Casey chuckled, wincing a little as he did.
"Where else are you hurt?"
"Severide…"
"You shouldn't have done it," Severide said.
"You'd have done the same. I just happened to be closest."
Severide sighed. "Where's that doctor?" He stood up and went in search of the man who was supposed to treating his boyfriend.