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Chief Boden slowly approached Casey, "Casey" He firmly but apprehensively let out. "Hey, Chief. What's up?" Chief Boden stood there for a second, brainstorming how he would tell his beloved fire captain that the love of his life was in the hospital fighting for her life. "I just got off the phone with Chicago Med, Brett was in an accident; it doesn't look too good."
Panic fiercely swept across Matthew Casey's face. "Wait….what?" He finally let out. "What do you mean? How bad is it? What happened?" It was as if someone had dropped a bomb right in the center of the firehouse. The whole house erupted in chaos; everyone rushing to get to the nearest and quickest vehicle possible.
Matthew Casey sat in the front passenger side of truck eighty-one silently praying to God that Brett would be okay. "She has to be okay. She has to be okay." He kept violently repeating in his head. Everything around Casey seemed to be happening in a blur. One minute he was sitting in the firehouse joking around with the rest of his team when out of nowhere it felt like his world came to a crashing halt.
What felt like years later, but in reality was only seven minutes and twenty-nine seconds to be exact, Casey and the rest of firehouse fifty-one piled into the hospital as if it were the last known shelter on earth. "Foster" Casey screamed, seeing her systematically pace the hospital waiting room. "Oh my God, Casey." She let out and threw her arms around the nearest person she saw. "What happened?" Eagerly asked Casey. "I...I don't know. I was with the patent in the back of the ambo when I heard Brett scream, and I ran out and saw her lying on the road. I...I think she was run over." She whispered as tears stained her cheeks. "I'm so sorry; I should have been there with her." "No, don't blame yourself; this was not your fault," Casey whispered.
"Have you heard any news on Brett?" Otis asked. "No, not yet, they haven't told me anything." Foster slowly answered. The sun had leisurely started to go down when everyone in the waiting room began to take their place for the night in the plum-colored hospital waiting room chairs. Everyone started to silently say their own prayer. Casey sat there playing the day over and over again in his mind, praying that their love would see another day.
Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it! Don't know if I will add anything else to this or not, but please feel free to tell me what you thought.