Gabby's POV

Monday morning came and unfortunately, Naia's fever still hadn't changed for the better. The good part was that it hadn't gotten higher either. It stayed at 104.2, which was really high for a fever.

Naia was in no shape to go to school so we had to bring her to the firehouse with us.

"How is she?" Stella asked as Matt set Naia down on the couch. Naia immediately curled up into a ball and Stella covered her with a blanket.

I shook my head. "No change from last night really. Her fever's still at 104.2."

"She hasn't thrown up though." Matt said. "But she also hasn't eaten anything."

Stella nodded her head as the alarms sounded.

Ambo 61, Squad 3, Truck 81, one car accident on Bermount Drive

I immediately took off for the ambo with Sylvie on my heels. I jumped into the passenger seat while Brett got into the driver's seat. The ambo drove out of the firehouse, followed by the trucks.

"You look like you could use some coffee." Brett said as she drove.

I chuckled. "I was up practically the whole night with Naia. If we hadn't gotten a call, I was going to make myself one."

"We could go for a coffee run after this call." Brett offered and I nodded.

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks." I said and Brett smiled.

She took a turn onto Bermount Drive and we started scanning for the accident. We spotted it since it was kind of hard to miss a car rammed into a streetlight. Brett pulled the ambo over and we jumped into action.

While Brett got the jump bag, I checked the cars, peering inside of them. In the front, there was just the driver who looked female. When I looked in the back, I saw a little boy sitting in a car seat, looking terrified.

"Hey! Severide! We need to get this car open!" I called and Severide came running followed by Capp. They used the Halligan to open both doors.

"Thanks." I said to Capp who nodded before moving to make space for me.

Brett handed me the c-collar which I started to wrap around the driver.

"M'am, my name is Gabby, and this is Sylvie, we're going to take good care of you." I said.

The woman started to fall out of the seat and Brett hurried to help me sit her upright again. "The barista said to keep running no matter what. Or else the tiger will eat the lion." The woman blabbered, her voice slurred.

"Is she drunk?" Brett asked me. For a moment, anger washed over me. She was driving drunk with a child in the back. However, the paramedic side of me jumped in.

I shook my head, "I don't smell any alcohol. Do you?"

Brett shook her head as well and I pursed my lips. "She's having a stroke. We have to get her out of here. Check on the little boy in the back." I told her. I started an IV and then Stella and Jimmy helped me get the woman on the stretcher and got her on the rig.

"A backup ambo's coming for the boy. He's fine, just a little bit terrified but they're going to take him to Med anyways." Brett reported and I nodded.

"I'll drive." I said. "You wanna be in the back?" I asked and Brett nodded.

"Ambo 61 to Med. We're coming in with a stroke victim." I radioed as I hopped into the driver's seat. I started the engine and turned on the sirens before heading off to Med.

"What a call." Brett said as we walked back to the ambo after getting some coffee.

I nodded in agreement and sipped some coffee. "Yeah, I hope she'll be okay." We hopped into the ambo and headed back to the firehouse.

As we pulled into the apparatus floor, we were greeted by Shay who came running.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, getting out of the ambo.

Shay led us towards the common room, "I'm starting to get worried about Naia."

My heart skipped a beat. "Is she okay?" I asked.

Shay didn't answer me which made me even more concerned. When we walked into the common room, I immediately went over to Naia who was curled up on the couch with two blankets draped over her. Stella and Foster were on either side of Naia, who looked even more pale than before I left for the call. Matt was sitting on the couch next to where Naia was curled up. He looked worried which made me worried. I noticed Naia was also panting as if she had just run a marathon.

"How do you feel Naia?" I asked.

Naia opened one eye and then the other before tilting her head. "Why are you here?" She asked, her voice groggy and hoarse.

I was confused, "Sweetie, you're at the firehouse. I work here."

"But it's not Tuesday." Naia said, clearly confused.

Stella nodded, "You got that right. It's Monday."

"It's not Tuesday?" Naia repeated what she had said but this time it was a question, not a statement. I could tell she was confused, though she was also making me confused.

I exchanged worried looked with Matt. This was definitely alarming.

"Naia?" Matt asked, "Do you know where you are?"

Naia squirmed under the blankets. "It hurts." She mumbled, obviously in pain. "Make it stop!" She whimpered, still squirming.

I crouched down in front of Naia. "Where exactly does it hurt?" I asked.

Naia didn't reply right away. She had her eyes closed and it seemed like she had drifted off.

"Naia?" Matt asked.

Struggling, Naia managed to keep her eyes open. "Everywhere, it hurts everywhere." She whined before closing her eyes again. "Please make it stop." She begged and I took her hand into mind.

"I'll do everything I can." I whispered.