Seeing Al pushing Adam in a wheelchair was almost meme worthy and Halstead was quick to pull out his phone and snap a photo. He was allowed upstairs to wait on Burgess's surgery only if he agreed that once she was out he'd go back to his room. He had been admitted for observation for the night, much to his disgust. "I'm fine." He argued with the Doctor. "Al will keep an eye on me."

"Pfft." Al scoffed. "I'm not taking care of your sorry ass tonight. Tomorrow is soon enough."

"Way to have my back Al."

"Get in the bloody chair." Al reminded him he should be grateful they came looking for him, if it had just been him taken hostage they wouldn't have bothered and if he didn't stop whining he'd leave him lying in the bed and handcuff him.

"Wow, I'm the patient and you are the surly one. I saved lives Al, show some respect."

"Ruzek, get in the fucking chair."

"Speaking of saving lives, the lady with the baby. Are they okay?"

"They are, she thinks you are a hero. We spoke to her yesterday and she told us what you did."

"Neither her or her baby deserved to be there and I didn't want them getting more worked up because the baby was crying. I had no idea at that stage how dumb they were or how jumpy they were." Adam closed his eyes as the motion of the chair made him dizzy. Al drove a wheelchair like he drove a car; erratically. "I wish I coulda got more out."

Al rested his hand on his shoulder. "Everyone is safe, that's all that matters."

"Except Kim."

There was nothing Al could say, Kim had been in surgery a long time and he'd seen her on the floor, all the colour washed out of her, her eyes rolled back in her head. If he wasn't so terrified for her he'd tell Ruzek that she'd be okay. Instead Al didn't speak.

"You know, we are in a good place at the moment. Not a great place but a good place. I feel like we can do it, ya know but for that to happen she needs to be okay and I need to tell her how I feel, I need to stop being scared of telling her because I'm worried she'll say, 'Adam this isn't what I want. This is the best it can be.' That's bullshit Al."

"Then when she wakes up tell her that."

"I will."

Atwater jumped up out of his hard plastic chair as Al wheeled him in. "Hey Bro, it's good to see your face. As ugly as it is."

"Thanks Kev." They bumped hands. "Any news?"

"Not yet."

Voight, Halstead and Dawson all waited in line to greet him. It briefly took his mind off Kim, but only briefly. As soon as Atwater sat down beside him he leant over. "I wished you washed Kim's blood off you."

"Sorry man."

"Tell me Kev, is she going to be okay?" Adam spoke quietly. "You saw her, what's your gut say?"

"Burgess? She's been here before; she knows what to do."

"Right." He nodded. Nobody was really telling him anything and that was frustrating but right now he didn't have the energy to argue. His head was throbbing and he felt like he was a moment away from heaving his guts up all over the floor. "Kev, what happened?"

"We thought there were two, apparently there were three."

"I tried to warn her, I was worried she'd miss it."

"No, she saw it but all the intel from Marianne Bentley…" he noticed that Ruzek was looking perplexed. "…the woman with the baby. She said there were two. Burgess told them that you indicated three but without anything else to go on they had to work of the premise of two. She tried man and even when we went in we looked out of three but we weren't in charge and had no idea who it could possibly be. The third one got her."

"Fuck." He slapped his leg angrily. "I didn't know how else to tell her and I only got like 2 seconds. I tried to get them to let out this old couple, David and Julie but they refused. I think they figured out what I was doing."

"You're lucky you've still got a face man. That was risky dude."

"Yeah yeah, whatever it takes though right? Serve and Protect, I took an oath man." He closed his eyes. "What took you so long anyway?"

"Finding someone to make a bloody bacon and maple sugar sandwich."

"That was mint man….Burgess?"

"She knows you and how fucking weird you are."

Voight was on his feet the moment the swinging doors opened from the operating room. "Kim's in recovery. It took a little longer than we hoped, there was some bleeding that took a while to control but we've removed the bullet, it knicked her liver so we removed a small portion of it." Behind Voight was Adam, wheeled over by Atwater along with Al, Jay and Antonio.

"What does that mean?"

"It's perfectly fine, it will regenerate and a few weeks rest and a bit of desk duty and she'll be back to full duty in no time."

Voight shook his hand. "Thanks Doc."

"Now she'll be in recovery for a little while and ICU overnight at least so why don't you all come back tomorrow."

Nobody wanted to leave but they had no choice, they wouldn't be allowed in to see her tonight and the staff promised to call if there was any news. Adam begrudgingly was taken back to his room by Atwater.

"How you doin' anyway?"

"I'm fine Kev."

"You sure look like it."

"Well being beaten for nigh on twenty four hours does this to you." He grimaced as he got into bed. While he hated being here he had to admit that lying in the bed was far more comfortable than the chair and he was exhausted. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off he was starting to feel every kick, punch, pistol whip and stomp he'd received.

"Why'd you do it?" Kevin was content to sit with him for a while. He knew he was worried about Kim; he wouldn't really care about himself and if he was left to his own devices he'd stress out so Kevin would sit with him until he went to sleep. The Doctor was happy to give him something to help if he needed it and if he didn't sleep soon Kevin would insist he take it. He was fighting sleep at the moment.

"What choice did I have? I couldn't sit by and let them beat the crap out of anyone else. You would've done exactly the same thing."

"Probably."

"Not probably Kev, everyone would've done the same thing. I'm just glad it wasn't all for nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Everyone else got out yeah?"

"Yeah." Kev patted his leg. "Dude, you need to sleep."

"I know. I can't Kev." He closed his eyes momentarily waiting for the sleeping pill to kick in. Atwater had nagged him enough and truth be told he was exhausted. "Kim's gotta be okay."

"She's our girl and she's a fighter and you promised me that I'd be best man at your wedding, I am holding you to that."

"Yeah, promises mean jack shit." He mumbled finally feeling the effects of the pills and the past 36 hours catching up with him. "I made a promise…" he paused. "…she didn't care about that."

Atwater sat with him until he fell asleep. His two best buddies, the two people he trusted with his life were in hospital. This was the very definition of a shit day. At least they were both in the same place tonight and there was little chance of either of them getting into trouble.

Atwater let them know at the desk he was leaving and to keep an eye on him. If he caused trouble they had Atwater's permission to handcuff him to the bed.

They should've heeded Atwater's advice.

His nurse sighed and headed back to the desk. "I've lost my patient."