Save You
Song: Save you by Turin Brakes (Check this one out! It's great.)
*This was the very first chapter I posted and it got a lot of requests for a part two, so here it is!
Tired eyes, maybe you've seen too much
Tired heart, every end has a start
If you find yourself in trouble, falling off the track
Would you come back?
Would you come back?
Would you come back?
Black. That's all Brett saw when she opened her eyes. Black. Black everything. 'What happened? Where is everyone?' She urgently asked herself.
All Brett could hear was this incessant ringing in her ears. And finally, after gaining the strength, Brett slowly eased herself up into a seated position on the cold, lonely concrete floor. Heavy, black clouds gathered all around her. Feeling as if she'd been sitting beside a blazing fire for hours, Brett let out a wretched cough that echoed and carried for miles.
Brett sat there for what seemed like hours, but in reality, had only been one minute and twenty-eight seconds since she opened her eyes trying to remember what happened. 'Fire. Fire. Mattress Fire?'
Suddenly, Brett gasped and jerked her head around looking for Foster, Boden, and...Casey. 'Are they okay? Where's the rest of my family?' She begged the higher powers above.
"Brett?" She distantly heard.
"Chief?" Brett answered relieved.
"Brett, are you okay? Are you injured?" Chief Boden yelled.
"No. No. I'm fine. Just a little banged up. How's everyone else?" She asked.
Silence carried like a flood breaking way.
"Chief?" Brett hesitantly called.
"We're not sure Brett. We've only heard from you, Severide, Mouch, and Otis."
'Not Casey?' Brett asked herself and only herself. As her radio started to come back to life with Chief Boden's strong, powerful voice.
"Brett, stay where you are. The blast threw you a couple of yards away, and now the only way to you is blocked."
"Okay. I'll stay here. Just, please keep me updated." Brett pleaded.
"I will. Stay safe; we're coming for you."
Before Brett could respond the radio shut off just as quickly as it came on. The smoke, which had clouded the room, had now started to rise. She looked around looking for anything, anything to save her but saw nothing. Until her eyes caught a brown looking object sitting straight up along the grey rocks and rubble.
"What is that? It looks like...boots." She whispered.
Swiftly getting to her knees, Brett crawled over until she was right over what was a pair of boots.
"Oh my God!" She rushed out.
It turns out the boots weren't just any pair of boots. They were a perfect pair of FireField size eleven and half-boots. Boots that had dust all over them. Boots that also had the initials M.C. on the bottom. Boots that belonged to Matthew Casey.
Time will save you
You don't need to save yourself
Time will save you
You don't need to save yourself
Part Two
"Casey! Casey! Can you hear me?" Yelled Brett as she crawled over to Casey's head and began checking his vitals.
Casey laid there lifeless. Brett assumed it was from a head injury.
"Chief! Foster!" Screamed Brett as she stood up and tried to pull some of the rubble off of Casey.
"We're here, Brett. What's up?" Asked Foster through the wall of rubble that was blocking her from her best friend.
"I've found Casey. He's here with me."
Boden and Foster both looked at each other with shocked eyes, wondering how Casey was in there with Brett when the rest of his team were out with them.
"How is he?" Questioned Boden as he sent up a silent prayer that he wouldn't have to bury any of his men soon.
Brett sighed as she looked at the man in front of her, "He's okay; his vitals are pretty good. I think he's just knocked out cold. There was a lot of rubble on him when I found him"
Everyone on the other side of the rubble wall let out a huge sigh of relief at hearing that Casey was okay.
"Brett, hold tight. We have a lot of concrete to move before we can get to the two of you." Shouted Severide as he and the rest of Squad all started grabbing what they could and moved it out of the way.
"Okay," Called Brett as she sat down by Casey and propped his head up.
Brett sat there for about five minutes before she saw something move in the corner of her eye.
"Oww," Groaned Casey as he peaked his eyes open and tried to sit.
"Hey, hey don't try to sit up. We don't know if there is any damage to your neck or spine."
"Brett?" Asked Casey as he turned his head slightly to the left and saw the blonde sitting almost right next to him
Brett let off a small smile before she scooted over closer and went into her paramedic role, "Yeah, it's me. How do you feel?"
Casey internally thanked God for knowing that she was safe, "I feel like I've been run over by a car."
"Well, that to be expected considering the blast threw both of us pretty far."
"Wait, how are you? Are you okay?"
Brett smiled at the man in front of her who was always worried about others before himself, "I'm fine, probably just some bumps and bruises, but I'll live."
Casey nodded and started to move his legs, "How's everyone else?"
"They're good; Boden said everyone was fine and accounted for except for us a few minutes ago."
"That's good." Whispered Casey as he tried to set up again before Brett put her soft, warm hand on his shoulder.
"Casey, you really shouldn't do that. We don't know if you have any other injuries."
Just as Casey was about to respond they heard voices as a pretty good-sized hole was made into their rubble wall.
"Hang on there, you two. We'll have you out in no time." Said Herrmann as he stuck his hand through the hole.
"Casey?" Muttered Brett as she and Casey continued to watch the progress being made with the wall.
Casey looked over at Brett, "Yeah?"
"Why were you so close to us when the blast happened? Last time Boden spoke to you, you were in the basement with everyone else."
Casey stole his eyes away and looked at the ceiling, "I was...ah...I was coming to check on you and Foster. I hated that I had to call you all in, so I was coming to make sure that you all were okay."
"Casey…"
Casey started shaking his head, "No, Brett it's my fault. I shouldn't have called you and Foster in."
"Casey, you can't blame yourself for having me do my job."
"Almost there!" Shouted Severide as more and more of the wall started to come down.
"Severide, make sure you have a backboard ready for Casey." Yelled Brett as she got up and started to prepare herself for their extraction.
"You know, Brett I don't want you to go." Whispered Casey thinking that he was the only one who heard it.
"Go where, Casey? Are you hallucinating? You could have a possible concussion."
"Fowlerton, Brett. I don't want you to go."
Brett froze and turned around to look at Casey as he laid completely still on the ground, "Casey…"
"Please don't go, Brett. Don't leave us, don't leave me."
"I won't." Whispered Brett right as Severide, Boden, and the rest of Fifty-One busted through the opening and collected both her and Casey.
"I won't leave you." Soothed Brett as she grabbed Casey's hand in the back of the ambulance that was taking them to med.
I won't leave you.
Tired eyes, maybe you've seen too much
Tired heart, every end has a start
If you find yourself in trouble, falling off the track
Would you come back?
Would you come back?
Would you come back?
Time will save you
You don't need to save yourself
Sorry eyes of those left behind
When we were kids do these thing we oblige
If you find yourself alone, with no need to call home
Thanks for reading this and for all of those who read the original Songs & Fire! Remember for the future, I will continue to update both!
Thanks again! I am so grateful for all of your support!