Hey everyone, I'm sorry it's been a while since I've updated. I am working on the final few chapters of this story. If you guys want me to continue this story and not end it, let me know. I still have my other fanfic, If You Ask Me Too, that I need to finish. Anyway, here is Chapter 18 and I hope you all like it! Please leave a review if you want me to continue this story :)
CHAPTER 18
Brett and Casey arrived at Chicago Med to check on Mr. Larson. Maggie had just came out from the ER room that Mr. Larson was in.
"Maggie, how's Mr. Larson?" Casey asked.
Maggie face went blank.
"Matt, he, uh, he had a massive stroke in the ambulance. He barely made it here in time but he's stable right now." Maggie said.
"Thank goodness." Brett said.
"Can we see him?" Casey asked.
"He's resting right now but as soon as he's up and alert, I'll let you know." Maggie said.
"Thanks, Maggie." Casey said.
Maggie left and went back to work.
"So, do you wanna stay here and wait for him to wake up or do you wanna leave?" Casey asked Brett.
"It's up to you." Brett said.
"I think it's safe to say that he will be asleep for a bit. What do you say I get you back to your place and we can meet up later to visit Mr. Larson." Casey suggested.
"Uh, yeah. That sounds good." Brett softly replied.
Casey and Brett left and he took Brett back to her place. Once they got there, Casey walked Brett up to her apartment and checked things out for her.
"Everything looks good." Casey casually said.
Before Brett could reply, she received a text message from Foster.
"GIRL'S NIGHT AT MOLLY'S? - FOSTER." the text message read.
"ABSOLUTELY. - BRETT." Brett responded.
"So, I guess I'll leave and when Mr. Larson wakes up, I'll text you." Casey said.
"Or, you can stay." Brett suggested.
"Well, what about your girl thing with Kidd and Foster?" Casey asked.
"That's not until later." Brett smirked with a grin.
"Oh, well, I'll stay if you want me too...but only until we see Mr. Larson." Casey said.
"Deal." Brett smiled.
As they made their way over to the couch, Brett's cell phone rang. It was the insurance agency calling about the damages to her car.
"...and so Ms. Brett, we will send an adjuster out to the car." the agent said.
"Alright. Uh, when will this happen?" Brett asked.
"We will be sending the adjuster out within the next week. We will send you an e-mail with a notification and confirmation of the date and time of when the adjuster will be there. Is the car at your place or is it at the impound?" the agent asked.
"I had it towed to my place." Brett said.
The agent had Brett confirm the address and other information and after, they said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Casey asked with concern.
"Oh, it was just my car insurance agency. They are supposed to be sending an adjuster out to look at the car and see what they can do." Brett said.
"That's good." Casey said.
An awkward silence filled the air for a few minutes. Casey sat down in the chair across from the couch, while Brett sat on her favorite spot on the couch, left side with a throw pillow. She reached over to the coffee table that separated the chair and couch and grabbed the remote control to the TV. She turned the TV on and scrolled through Netflix until a show caught her attention.
"Really?" Casey asked jokingly.
"What?" Brett joked back.
"Since when do you watch real estate shows?" Casey asked.
"Since forever." Brett said.
"I thought you watched home renovation shows." Casey said.
"I do, but I also watch shows like these. This is a new show I've never heard of. It shows that it's been on for about three seasons but I didn't even notice that it was on Netflix." Brett said.
"Now I'm kind of curious to see what this show is about. It's probably like all of those other reality shows where there is a lot of drama and doesn't really show the houses." Casey said.
"Might as well give it a try." Brett said with a smile.
She pressed play on the TV show, Selling Sunset, which was a Netflix original show. It had three seasons, so she went to Season 1 and hit play on the first episode. Even though the show had a little bit of drama, the houses that were shown in each episode were luxurious and absolutely stunning. Unfortunately, she knew that she could never afford something that expensive, but the houses were definitely nice to look at. Even Casey was intrigued with the houses.
"You wanna know a little secret?" Casey asked.
"Sure." Brett answered.
"Don't tell anyone, but this show isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Minus the drama, the houses are very beautiful." Casey said.
"Of course they are." Brett joked.
"If I built my own house, I would only want enough room for myself and maybe a guest. That's it. No fancy four to eight bedrooms. No fancy kitchen. Just something simple. Two, maybe three bedrooms top with a decent size kitchen, maybe the size of yours, a larger living room so everyone from 51 could sit comfortably, and that's about it." Casey explained.
"What about the backyard?" Brett asked.
"Well, I would have a back porch or patio with a hot tub and maybe one of those Walmart sized family pools. You know, the tall four or five feet pools that stand about up to here." Casey said pointing to his chest.
"Alright, what else?" Brett asked.
"That's really it. What about you? What would be your absolute dream home if money weren't an option?" Casey asked.
"Maybe something like yours except I'd like to have a big kitchen so if I have company over for like Thanksgiving dinner or Christmas dinner or just dinner in general, there is enough room for everyone to be in the kitchen without being on top of each other." Brett said.
"In other words, a huge kitchen." Casey smirked.
Brett playfully threw the throw pillow at Casey and let out a giggle. Casey chuckled and threw it back. They did that for a few minutes until Casey stood up.
"Alright, Sylvie Brett, you asked for it." Casey said as he walked over to Brett with the pillow.
Brett pleaded and screamed with laughter at Casey to not throw the pillow at her. He placed the pillow on the couch and then tickled her mercifully until she caved.
"Do you give up?" he playfully asked.
"Yes!" Bret laughed.
Casey let Brett go and he sat on the couch beside of her. They stopped laughing to try and catch their breath but that didn't last long. They started laughing again. Finally after the laughter stopped, Casey's phone rang. It was the hospital.
"Hello?" Casey asked over the phone.
"Hey Matt, it's Maggie. Mr. Larson is awake and alert now if you and Sylvie want to come see him." Maggie said on the other end of the phone.
"Thanks, Maggie." Casey said.
They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.
"So, Maggie just called and said that Mr. Larson is awake. You wanna go see him?" he asked.
"Sure." she smiled.
Casey and Brett got their things and then headed to the hospital. After they got there, they headed into Mr. Larson's hospital room.
"If it isn't our favorite patient." Casey said as he greeted Mr. Larson.
"Oh, Matthew. Sylvie. What are you both doing here?" Mr. Larson asked.
"We came by your house to check on you but you weren't doing too well, so we got you to the hospital as fast as we could. We were worried about you." Casey said.
"Oh, bless your hearts. You both have taken such great care of me since the fire and funeral. Thank you." Mr. Larson said with a hoarse voice.
Mr. Larson took a sip of water and then placed the cup back on the tray.
"Don't mention it. We love to help." Brett said with a smile.
"How's Dusty?" Mr. Larson asked.
"He's doing good. If you want, I can take him in until you get out of the hospital." Brett said.
"Would you? That would be wonderful. He has really taken a liking to you." Mr. Larson said.
They all talked and visited for a bit until Maggie came in the room. She checked Mr. Larson's stats and then kicked Brett and Casey out.
"I hate to break up the party in here, but Mr. Larson needs to rest." Maggie said.
"Do they have to go?" Mr. Larson asked.
"I'm afraid so, but they can come back and visit you tomorrow. We have to run more tests and keep a close eye on you the next few days." Maggie said.
"We'll come back tomorrow after shift." Casey said.
Mr. Larson gave a knowing smile and told Brett and Casey goodbye. Brett and Casey left the hospital and headed back to Brett's apartment.
"So, it's ok if I bring some of my things over since Foster's moving out?" Casey asked as they entered the apartment.
"Sure." Brett said as she saw a note on the refrigerator.
"GOT MY STUFF OUT. PARENTS CAME IN. GIRLS NIGHT ANOTHER NIGHT. - FOSTER." the note read.
Just then, Stella sent a text to Brett.
"GIRLS NIGHT CANCELLED. RAINCHECK. - STELLA." the text read.
Brett groaned.
"What's wrong?" Casey asked.
"How would you feel about moving all of your things in here as soon as possible?" Brett said with a smile, hiding how mad she was at both Stella and Foster.
"Why? What's going on? I thought you, Stella, and Foster had plans for tonight." Casey said.
"Well, Foster's parents came in and she's moved the last of her things out of here already, so she and Stella cancelled our girl's night." Brett said.
Casey saw the disappointment on Brett's face as she tried to hide it.
"Well, I don't have that much to move. As you probably could tell by my room at Severide's, I have like three boxes and two trashbags of things and that's it. Most of my things were lost in the fire." Casey said.
Brett remembered exactly when that had happened.
"You want me to help you?" Brett eagerily asked.
"Tell you what, I can actually get all of it myself. Why don't you order us some pizza or something while I go get my stuff from Severide's." Casey said.
"That sounds like a plan. I can't really go anywhere without a car." she chuckled.
Casey flashed a smile at her.
"I'll be back in a bit." he smiled.
"Oh, here's Foster's key. She left it on the counter." Brett said as she handed him the key.
"Thanks." Casey said as he put the key in his pocket.
As he headed out, he told her to lock the door behind him because of what has happened. She nodded and as soon as he was out of sight in the hallway and stairwell, she closed the door, locked it, and walked over to the window to watch him leave. He looked up at her from the parking lot and gave her a warm smile and nod to let her know he would be back. She smiled back and he got into his truck and left. For Bret, having Casey give her that last little smile before he left just reassured her that it would be alright. It didn't take Casey long for him to get his things from Severide's place. Stella left a note for Casey saying that she and Severide were going out for the day and not to worry. Casey made two trips to his truck with his things and then he left a note letting Severide and Stella know what was going on. After taking one last look around the place to make sure he had everything that was his, he closed the door behind him and locked it. He decided to give the key back to Severide at work the next day. He finally arrived back at Brett's apartment and carried three boxes up the stairs to the apartment. Brett was already waiting on him as she watched the window for him to appear again. Before he could knock on the door, Brett opened the door.
"Here, let me help." Brett said as she opened the door.
"Oh, thanks. I have two trashbags I have to go get." Casey said.
Brett took one box and Casey took the rest and they placed them on the couch. Brett went to follow Casey out the door but she was stopped.
"Where do you think you're going?" Casey asked.
"To help you get the rest of your things." Brett said.
"Not so fast. It's only two trashbags and I can get those myself. If it's not too much trouble, can you take the boxes into my room?" Casey asked.
"Sure." Brett said, knowing she wouldn't win an argument against Casey.
Brett closed the door behind Casey and then took the boxes to Casey's room, which was Cruz's old room, while Casey went to his truck and got the last of his things. He came back up to the apartment, opened the door, and walked in. Brett came running out to help him. He closed the door behind him and then went over to the couch to sit down.
"So, I put those boxes in the bedroom on the bed. I just put some clean sheets and a blanket on the bed. There's some extra pillow cases and an extra pillow on the top shelf on the linen closet if you need it." Brett said.
"You don't have to do that." Casey said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Trying to not be upset over the fact that Foster moved out and that she and Kidd bailed on tonight." he said.
Brett didn't realize that she was doing what he said. She didn't say anything and Casey could tell that she was thinking about something. Normally, she would say something to him but he could tell she was in deep thought.
"Brett?" he called out.
Brett snapped out of her thoughts.
"Oh, sorry." she chuckled.
"Where was your mind?" he asked.
"On everything. Gabby leaving without a goodbye, twice. Foster leaving without a goodbye. Julie leaving before I got to know her more. Just everything." she said.
Casey knew how hurt Brett had been when Gabby left without so much as a goodbye the first time, but he didn't know that Gabby left without saying goodbye again. Now with Foster leaving, he knew Brett would be trying to put on a fake smile and pretend she's alright when she's not.