Sevasey Drabbles
Emergency Contact
Severide had not long opened up a beer and relaxed on the couch, when he mobile started to ring. He considered ignoring it, comfortable on the couch, and just about to catch up on the latest Blackhawks game, but then he thought better, dragged himself up and over the to kitchen counter. He answered the unknown number just in time.
"Kelly Severide speaking," he spoke.
"Hi, Mr Severide, I'm a nurse at Lakeshore, your friend…"
"Matt?!" he suddenly exclaimed.
"Yes, Matt Casey," she confirmed. "He's in our ER at the moment…"
"Is he all right?" he asked, although obviously Casey was not all right since he was in the hospital.
"He's going to be fine, but he's going to need a ride home," she told him.
Severide only had more questions. "What's happened? What's wrong with him? He needs a ride… but he's not calling me?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I can't say much on the phone," she responded.
"But he's gonna be fine?"
"Yes."
Casey rolled his head towards Severide as he approached, he'd been led to the bay by the nurse that had phoned him.
"Hey, Matt," he greeted, eyes running up and down his body, he was wearing a hospital gown but there was nothing obviously wrong with him.
Casey smiled. "Hey… what are you doing here?"
"Emergency contact," he responded as he sat down.
"What emergency?"
"Well, you're in the hospital," Severide said, brows raised.
"Yeah, I got stabbed," he admitted nonchalantly.
"What? You got stabbed?"
"Uh huh…" Casey gave a long nod, patting his abdomen.
"What happened?"
"I got stabbed," Casey repeated.
"How?"
"With a knife…"
"Matt, hang on here, I'm just gonna go found your doctor," Severide said, giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze as he stood up.
"Doctor smoctor… doctor loctor… moctor… wait, where are you going?" he asked when he noticed Severide leaving.
"I'll be right back," Severide responded.
Severide returned with the doctor who had seen Casey when he'd first arrived in the ER. The woman checked Casey over, explaining to Severide that although Casey had been stabbed, it was actually a minor wound, he'd been very lucky and had only needed a few stitches. He'd need some time off work to make sure the wound healed well enough, not wanting Casey to accidently break the stitches, he'd had quite a bit of pain medications, but he was free to go home now they knew someone would be taking care of him.
In the car, Casey was drifting in and out of sleep as Severide drove him home, going to Casey's house thinking that home comforts would be the best thing for him right now. Although Casey didn't have much in the way of home comforts, his place was very minimalist, but Severide figured the familiar surroundings would be good especially since he'd been given some pretty powerful painkillers to take later on if he was hurting too much.
"Matt… Matty," Severide spoke softly, gently stirring Casey. "We're home," he announced once Casey's eyes fluttered open.
"Huh?"
"We're home, bud. How you holding up?"
"Feels like I've been stabbed," he muttered, sitting upright from his slouched position.
"Yeah… how'd that happened?"
"Huh?"
"How'd you get stabbed?"
"Wrong place, wrong time?" he responded, although he sounded unsure. Severide didn't know if that was the drugs, or if he was truly unsure.
"Let's get you inside," Severide said, offering him a smile.
"Hey…" he began suddenly.
"Yeah?" Severide prompted when Casey's expression blanked.
"Thanks, you know, for coming…"
"You were stabbed," he pointed out.
"Yeah…. Thanks, no one else would have come," Casey continued.
"That's not true, the whole of 51 would have been there if they knew," he responded.
Casey shook his head. "Don't tell them."
"I think they'll find out. Doctor said you'll need at least two shifts off," Severide explained.
"I can have the flu," he mumbled wearily.
"Ok, you can have the flu."
