Gabby's POV

The rest of our Sunday was quite normal. Naia slept most of the day on the couch. Matt and I only woke her when we thought it was time to get some food and water in her.

When the light started to dim outside and the evening came, Naia unfortunately took a turn for the worst and her fever spiked.

"104.2." I said after taking Naia's temperature again. "It rose."

Matt nodded and from her spot on the couch, Naia moaned, clearly uncomfortable.

"It's so hot in here." She mumbled, not opening her eyes. She threw off the blanket and sprawled out, letting the air cool her.

"Matt, can you go and wet a face cloth?" I asked and Matt nodded before heading off to the bathroom. I picked up the glass of water on the coffee table and decided to try and get Naia to drink some.

"Just a little bit, I promise in the end you'll feel better. Water helps when you're sick." I explained to Naia as she refused to sit up and drink some.

Naia groaned, obviously in pain as she sat up and her shaky hands clasped the glass as I helped her tip some water into her mouth.

"That's my girl." I said as Naia drank nearly half the glass before flopping back down. Matt came back with a damp towel. I folded it in half before pressing the wet cloth against Naia's burning forehead.

After a while, Naia fell asleep and I sighed before taking a seat in one of the armchairs. My phone dinged and I picked it up to see a text from Sylvie.

Hey, how's Naia doing?

I looked over at Naia who was fast asleep with a wet cloth on her forehead. She looked pale but her skin also looked hot.

Her fever's risen to 104.2. She's asleep now but was extremely uncomfortable.

I saw the three dots signalling that Sylvie was typing back.

is she still throwing up?

If she eats anything then she throws up. She's keeping water down though which is good.

Yeah, I hope she gets better soon. Cruz, Otis and Foster say the same.

Tell them I said thanks.

Will do.

"You should probably eat something. I'll cook, what do you want?" Matt asked me as I set my phone down.

I nodded, "Yeah, you're right. It doesn't really matter, anything's fine."

Matt nodded at me but I realized that he was still looking at me.

"What?" I asked, slightly irritated. Matt smirked and got up. He came over to me and wrapped me in a hug before planting a few kisses on top of my head.

"You've been driving yourself to the edge of the earth, worried about Naia." He whispered, "And that's amazing. But you need to let me pull my end of the string and make sure you're taking care of yourself still. What would Naia say?"

I chuckled, "That the metaphors you used were incorrect."

"Well, Naia's just a smart cookie." Matt said, a smile etching across his face. He leaned in to kiss me but my phone announced that I had gotten another text message and I pulled away to see who it was.

It was Shay.

How's Naia?

I smiled. It was sweet how everyone was so caring about Naia. I quickly texted Shay an update and she texted back that her and Severide were hoping Naia got better soon.

"Now, where were we?" Matt asked before kissing me.

When we broke apart, I smirked at him. "Now go and make some food." I said, pushing Matt towards the kitchen.

While Matt was making dinner, I continued to watch Naia, even though nothing really happened.

"Gabby?" Naia suddenly spoke up, her voice hoarse but it was clear what she was saying. "Gabby?"

I was immediately at her side. "What is it sweetie?"

Naia tried to sit up but eventually gave up and laid back down. "My homework. It's in the second biggest pocket in my backpack. The purple book it my science textbook. Could you get them for me? My homework is all in a blue folder."

I laughed, "Sorry kiddo, but you need to rest. Homework can wait."

Naia shook her head, "No, my science essay is due tomorrow. I'll... get points docked if it's handed... in late." I could tell she was tired and was taking pauses between words.

"I'm sure your science teacher will understand that you're sick and we can maybe negotiate for some more time." I said and Naia reluctantly agreed. I could tell it was only because she was sick and tired.

Soon, Naia had fallen asleep again and Matt came back with a two bowls of pasta, both with a fork stuck in it.

"You made pasta." I said, raising an eyebrow.

Matt handed me a bowl and chuckled. "Hey, don't blame me, you said make anything."

"That's right, I said you could make anything and you made pasta." I laughed.

Matt shrugged, "Hey, it was easy and seemed like a safe option." He took a bite and without first swallowing, he continued to talk. "Plus, it's really good."

Taking his word, I took a bite but it wasn't as good as he said it was.

"Matt?"

He looked up and I shook my head at him.

"I'll cook next time."