All the boys had returned to the barracks, the darkness of the night certainly did not help the searches.

The forensic team and the ofi remained on the scene to investigate the fire.

Severide had been literally dragged away and as soon as he got out of the truck he was holed up in his office.

He locked the door and sat on the ground, knees to his chest and hands holding his head, between his desk and the cot where he slept.

He had a lump in his throat and it didn't take long for him to start crying.

His girlfriend, his better half, had left him forever. She was dead.

All the people he loved eventually died. He thought about Andy, Shay, he father of him ..

Yes, his father too. Despite the differences, the fights, the defects that Kelly had, she loved him.

Now he was alone again.

He was tired of suffering, he had to get away from everything and everyone to avoid that feeling that he unfortunately now he knew quite well.

He wept for who knows how long. His colleagues walked past the office door, but they didn't have the courage to go inside.

At one point he got up and when he got to the bathroom he started throwing up. He threw out more than he had in his stomach.

He didn't feel right, his stomach ached and he was sweaty, even though he wasn't hot.

All of a sudden he felt himself collapse, maybe the pressure had dropped .. he found himself lying on the floor.

He didn't know how it got there, but suddenly everything went black.

Colleagues were stretched out on their cots. Nobody could sleep that night. They had lost a colleague, a friend.

Stella was enterprising, sunny, a bit like one of the souls of the barracks.

It was gone now. How would they have done without her? And Severide? How would he react to missing her?

Thanks to her he had changed. He was no longer so closed and schovo. He participated more, he did not isolate himself, he opened up, he was more smiling.

He had never unbuttoned himself with anyone like with her ...

It was nearly three in the morning when Severide recovered. He felt upset, tired. He had stomach and stomach ache. His left shoulder also looked injured.

With great effort he got up from the floor and sat up. How long had he been there? A few seconds? Minutes? He could never imagine that more than two or three hours had passed.

He decided to leave, he did not want to be in company, much less with colleagues.

Yes he washed his face, his head was starting to hurt. Yes he sort of tidied up and left the bathroom. He walked down the hall to his office, put on his jacket and left.

As he was leaving 51, the boss called him

-Severide,- he said

-I'm going home, I need it-he said without turning, continuing to walk the lieutenant.

The commander didn't add anything else, he just watched him as he went away thinking about what could be the most useful way to help him.

Now it was necessary for him to be alone with his pain to process the loss of his woman.

The hope was that he would avoid self-destruction as has happened in the past. He had drunk several times and arrived at work with a severe hangover.

Severide was known for her difficulty in dealing with his suffering. Boden I think it was better to let him go home, he would have gone to see him later after the shift.