Next shift came around faster than you expected.

Between running errands and taking care of yourself, your forty-eight hours off flew by. But that didn't mean you weren't prepared for your second official shift at Firehouse 51. At the two incidents you had been called to so far, you had been at your A-game.

Driving to and from the scenes, you doled out medical instructions necessary to keep your patients alive till they got to Med. Once you handed off your latest patient, you and Sylvie made your way back to the house.

Hopping out of the ambulance, you let out a sigh as you finished closing the door to the vehicle.

Kelly, whose eyes had been on you since you returned, and not on the card game in front of him, noticed your deep exhale and called your name to get your attention. When you looked over, he asked,

"You alright?" With a slight touch of concern.

Your face blossomed into a small smile as you nonchalantly shrugged and replied, "Nothing I can't handle." Before making your way further into the firehouse.

You didn't notice Kelly's eyes following you, nor did you hear when he put his cards down, declaring he was out, before following after you.

But as Capp and Cruz noticed, they couldn't help sharing some secret smirks.

Kelly found you in the kitchen pouring yourself a cup of coffee and approached you under the pretense of wanting one too.

As the hot liquid filled his cup, Kelly took a glance at you from the corner of his eyes. He looked back down at his mug before he began to speak.

"So…not that your first answer wasn't convincing, but I do feel the need to ask again."

You let out a small chuckle, amused and touched at his concern, before you repeated yourself.

"Thanks Kelly, but like I said, it's nothing I can't handle."

Not quite the answer he was hoping for, Kelly put his mug down on the counter before fully turning towards you. He leaned in and lowered his voice as he said,

"I'm sure you could, I just want to make sure you know that you don't have to handle it alone."

Allowing a moment for his words to sink in, he could see they had when you looked up to him with nothing but appreciation shining in your eyes. Feeling like he made his point, the firehouse Lieutenant leaned back before attempting to make the conversation a bit more lighthearted.

"So I'm 'Kelly' at work now too? I'm starting to feel special," he said in a teasing tone. The small smile on his face only grew when a genuine laugh left your mouth.

Just as you were getting ready to reply, the alarm was heard by all of you.

"Truck 81, Squad 3, Battalion 25, Ambulance 61, Car Accident at…"

As the alarm listed off the address, you, Kelly, and everyone else in the vicinity quickly made their way to their respective vehicles.

Upon arriving at the scene, you could see that several cars had been involved in the accident. Hopping out of the ambulance, you and Sylvie each grabbed your jump bags before making your way over to Chief Boden who was getting ready to give some orders.

"Truck, some of those hoods are smoking, so let's make sure none of these cars ignite. Squad, get started with extracting pinned in victims. 61, start with the more seriously injured. Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

Severide turned towards his guys to start making a plan and you and Sylvie split up to assess the victims.

You and a couple of members from Truck 81 made your way towards the car that looked the most damaged. It had smashed into a lamp post head-on and the windshield was completely shattered.

After some work, you managed to climb into the passenger side to look at the driver. Though he had a nasty-looking head wound, what you immediately noticed was the smell of alcohol that permeated from his mouth and body.

Doing your best to ignore that for a moment, you secured a C-collar around his neck before checking for any other injuries. Not seeing any, you gave the firefighters waiting to extract him the all-clear to do so. As they pulled him out on a backboard, you climbed out of the car to help carry him to the ambulance.

Remembering the driver's inebriated state, you grabbed your radio before speaking into it.

"Hey Chief, I think we're gonna need CPD here. This guy is wasted."

There was a brief pause before you heard his gruff voice say,

"Copy."

As you went to wheel your intoxicated patient to the ambulance with help from Truck 81, you felt someone try to grab and shove you from behind. Turning around, you saw it was another victim of the accident with a few cuts on his face. But this one was much larger than your current victim and a lot more agitated.

"This guy's drunk?!" He exclaimed.

"Sir, please calm down and step away from the stretcher."

"Are you kidding me? He could've killed someone!"

At this point, most people had stopped to watch this particular interaction, but Kelly and Casey had been making their way toward you as soon as you radioed in. Luckily, they were there just in time to catch the guy as he lunged at you to get to your patient.

In the ensuing struggle, the man had somehow been able to turn around in the arms of the two firefighters. Getting one arm free, he cocked his arm back in an attempt to punch somebody.

But because you were standing right behind him, you caught a swift elbow to the face.

Caught by the surprise of the blow and the pain it brought, you staggered back clutching your nose.

You heard several exclamations of your name, but Kelly's was the loudest.

You were able to open your eyes enough to see Kelly throw the man who had hit you into the arms of two uniformed officers who had seen the whole thing. He then turned back towards you with a look of immense worry before guiding you to sit on the tail end of the ambulance.

Sylvie had made her way over to assess you and your new injury. With an official prognosis of a bloody nose, your fellow paramedic suggested you be taken to Med to rule out any concussions. You were in the middle of disagreeing when you stood up a tad too fast and began to wobble. Kelly was quick to steady you as you began to say,

"On second thought…" as you sat back down.

Chief Boden, who had been concerned after seeing you take that blow, finished your thought by declaring an authoritative,

"You're going." Before going back to take charge of the scene.

With that settled, you climbed into the back of the ambulance with your patient and waited for Sylvie to climb into the front. As you waited, you caught eyes with Kelly who was standing outside the vehicle holding the door open.

Raising your brows in a silent question, you watched Kelly turn back towards the scene in order to determine how much longer he needed to stay here. Realizing it would be quite a while before he would be allowed to sneak away, he turned back to you before saying,

"I'll come see you as soon as I can." He finished his statement with a quick wink and smile before closing the back door of the ambulance and hitting it twice to let Sylvie know she was good to pull off.

As you began to move, you smiled to yourself in spite of the pain radiating from your face.

"Only Kelly Severide would flirt with me while I'm covered in blood"

Was the thought going around in your head as you made your way to Med.