"I can't breathe." Ruzek clutched his chest, his palms were sweating and his heart beat rapidly.

Voight slammed his hand onto the buzzer and barely waited two seconds before he hit it again. He rushed to the door and screamed down the hallway. "I need help in here, now."

The room filled quickly and he was pushed out. All he could see was people crowded around Adam and while they seemed calm he was anything but. A nurse ran out and he tried to get an answer but she blew him off. "Not now." And it made his anxiety levels skyrocket.

The more people that arrived the more he panicked and when they bought in a crash cart and closed the blinds he almost needed it himself.

"His lung collapsed." A Doctor finally came out, after removing his gown and gloves. "We've put in a chest tube and he's breathing more comfortably now. He's been sedated and we'll watch him closely over the next twenty-four hours. I'm sending him up for an x-ray shortly."

"But he was fine, up and about."

"Sometimes these things just happen, he'd taken a bit of a beating the past few days, any number of things could have caused it. It was lucky he was here, there was a lot of air in the wrong place. I don't expect any complications."

"We didn't expect this."

"True. That's all I can tell you."

"Thanks Doc." He sent Platt a message in case Burgess had insisted on coming down to see him, which he knew was highly likely once she was awake. They couldn't keep these two apart.

Kim felt her heart start to race and Platt noticed it on the monitor. "Hey, just slow down. Breath."

"Adam?"

"He's going to be okay, he's just had a bit of a setback."

"A setback. You said he was fine."

"And he is going to be fine." Platt stroked her forehead softly. "He's going to be okay and you two will stop this piss-farting around each other and sort your shit out, okay. That's an order from your Superior Officer."

"If only it was that easy."

"It is that easy, start with I'm sorry and go from there. He's waiting." Platt was done with them and there moping around. If they couldn't get it together by themselves then she was going to do it for them. It had been painful to watch them pining over each other for far too long.

"I can't, he'll never forgive me."

"Seriously Burgess. Get over yourself, open your eyes." Platt rolled her eyes. "We all make mistakes, you made a mistake, sure it was freaking huge but a mistake nonetheless, nobody died so suck it up and get on with it. He wasn't perfect either, no doubt he did dumb shit too but one of you has to make the first move, so pull yourself up and just do it."

"He's gotta live first."

"Oh, don't you worry about that, he'll be annoying us for many years to come yet. I feel it in my waters."

That made Kim laugh and it momentarily cheered her up but then reality hit again. "Can you check please?"

"Jesus, he was nagging us all day yesterday to check on you and now you are going to nag me all day aren't you?"

"Yes."

Trudy did send Voight a message and his reply barely satisfied Burgess. "He's resting comfortably after having a small procedure to repair some damage that had flared up. The Doctor is confident he'll be back annoying the crap out of all of us in no time flat."

"What damage?"

"Voight didn't say." As soon as Kim was asleep Platt fully intended to march down to his ward and demand answers. If Voight's response hadn't satisfied Kim it certainly hadn't satisfied Trudy either. He knew why he was vague though, to protect Kim and that worried her. What was he hiding? "If it was serious he'd tell us."

"Sure he would."

"Kim, you don't need to worry about that, I am sure Adam is fine, you need to worry about yourself and getting back on your feet."

"It's my fault?"

"How do you figure that?"

"If I hadn't been in here he wouldn't have spent all night sitting here worrying about me and that's obviously what's caused whatever it is that's wrong with him."

"That is a very long bow you are drawing. Adam was hurt before you even walked into that building."

"And if he'd got treatment rather than sit here he'd be fine."

"You don't know that." Trudy shook her head and then laughed. "You two, if you don't sort this out I am going to lock you in a room, bang your friggin' heads together and not let you out until you've either talked or screwed it out."

"Wow."

"Yes, and that's a friggin' order. I am so over this, it's tiring, I'm old, I don't need you making me more tired than I already am."

"He might not forgive me."

"Oh, for the love of all things holy. The guy is so in love with you he can't function. Get over yourself, drop the woe is me, apologise and get on with it."

Kevin arrived and went to see Kim first. Platt didn't even get the chance to warn him about Adam before Kim was onto him. "Have you seen Adam? Is he okay?"

"He's probably annoying the crap outta Voight, he might have smothered him, either him or the nurses."

"No, something happened to him. They won't tell me."

Kevin was stunned and looked to Platt who just shrugged. Voight had kept details sketchy under the assumption that Kim wouldn't worry as much. It didn't work. "Why didn't you call me?"

"I've been here with Burgess."

Kevin was on a mission and he was left speechless to see his mate not in the best of shapes. He noticed the tube coming out of his chest and the oxygen mask. It had taken him a while to track him down. He had been moved from his ward to a High Dependency unit.

He took over from Voight and promised to stay and Atwater did suggest he might want to let Burgess know because 'she's freaking out and Platt is at her wit's end and it's getting a little tense in there.'

Kim was dozing when Voight came in. He stood by her bed and squeezed her hand. "Hey, how you doing?"

Her eyes shot open. "Adam?"

"He's doing okay? One of his lungs collapsed and they had to put in a tube to re-inflate it. He's sedated and resting more comfortably now."

"Is it because he was up here all night?"

"No. It's because he fought hard to save everyone in that building."

"Can I see him? I want to see him."

They got permission from her Doctor that if she went in a wheelchair she could spend ten minutes with him. The nurse bought in a chair and helped her into in and gave Platt strict instructions which she had every intention of following to a T.

Wheeling her into his room she got Kim as close to the side of the bed as possible and Platt and Atwater left them to it.

Kim reached for his hand. It felt warm as she laced her fingers through his and watched his bruised and battered face for any sign he knew she was there but got nothing.

When Platt came in to tell her that time was up she squeezed his hand and as she went to let go he tightened his grip.

He knew she was there. He just couldn't open his eyes, but he felt her and right now that was enough.