Gabriela Dawson's POV
I watched as Naia sprinted away and the all of Firehouse 51, including me, follow her outside.
Just as I rounded the corner, I watched Naia run onto the street and heard a car horn.
"Naia!" I screamed but it was too late. The car hit Naia and her little body went flying against the concrete road.
"Brett! Grab a kit from the ambo!" I yelled and ran towards Naia.
A lady got out of the car, clearly traumatized.
"I didn't see her coming, she just ran out of now where!" The lady said as she stumbled out.
"M'am, I need you to take a seat over here so the paramedics can do their thing." Matt said and led the lady over to the side of the curb.
I checked for a pulse and found a strong one, causing me to let out a sigh of relief.
Brett came rushing over with a kit from Ambo 61.
"Strong pulse." I said to her.
"That's good," Brett said as she wrapped the c collar around Naia's neck.
"We're going to take good care of you Naia." I said and took her hand into mine. "Can you squeeze my hand sweetie?"
I felt Naia's hand slightly squeeze mine.
"Good, that's good." I said and watched as Brett use the stethoscope.
"Shortness of breath." She reported when she saw me looking and I nodded.
"Naia, do you feel light-headed?" I asked.
I didn't think Naia would speak and I was right. All she did was nod her head.
"Do you feel dizzy?" Brett asked and Naia nodded again.
Severide came running with the spinal board and we carefully slide it under Naia. Then we lifted her and towards the ambulance.
Matt opened the ambo door and we gently placed her on the stretcher.
"I'll drive." Brett told me and I hopped in the back with Naia. Matt closed the door and gave it a loud thump before Brett drove off with the sirens on.