A/N: in this chapter Sylvie is suffering with ptsd almost and it based off of my after thoughts and how I reacted when I went through something similar.

Thoughts are in italics

If anyone ever needs to talk I'm here

"Anything yet?" Cruz questioned as he walked towards Dawson, who was cooking in the kitchen.

"Not really. I mean she had a complete breakdown in the bathroom today. Like full panic attack, crying, puking everything." Dawson described the scene that took place earlier as she continued to fry chicken.

"Do you think it has anything to do with her ex? Remember when she first moved here and he kept getting handsy with her? Joe considered as her racked his brain for any possibility for what could be causing his friend so much pain.

"I don't think so. I feel like she would have gone to Chief with that. Especially if it happened at the fire house. Plus you or Otis would see her ex if he showed up at your apartment.

"True True. Anybody else know yet." Joe asked knowing the young Latinas ability to keep secrets is minimal.

"Just Matt. And Stella because she walked into the bathroom before." The Latina said becoming defensive.

"Okay, Okay." Joe said putting his hands up as he began to walk out of the room. "Ill see if I can talk to her."

"Last I saw her she was in the bunks!" Gabby yelled as Joe headed in that direction.

Turning her attention back to dinner, the young women began to think of possible reasons for her friends continuing downward spiral.

"Hey Brett." Cruz said somewhat loudly as he entered the bunk room. Although Sylvie showed no signs of hearing him. She just continued staring tiredly at her pale hands.

"Brett" The young man tried again as he got closer.

Joe decided to place a hand on his blonde friends shoulders but as soon as he did she flinched making her bed shift and moved back against the head board, staring at her roommate with wild eyes.

"Brett its just me. Its okay." Joe said backing away from his friend scared to frighten her anymore.

"S-s-so-sor-sorry J-Joe. I-I-I di-didn't me-mean t-to." Sylvie stuttered, cursing herself for jumping.

"It's just Cruz you idiot. Now he's going to know that something is wrong" Sylvie said to herself in her head.

"No worries, seriously don't sweat it. I just wanted to come see how you were doing?" Cruz said staying back from the bed.

"Im fine just a little tired." Sylvie lied.

"You sure? Why don't you take a nap. Even if its a quick one." Cruz said becoming concerned for his friend once again.

"You sure?" Sylvie asked as if she was unsure of herself.

"Yeah! Of course." Joe said as he walked put of the bunk room.

Walking away the heavier man kept his head down. His mind was racing as he questioned everything. 'Was she being abused?' 'No I would have know. Or at least seen the signs'

"Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, ambo 61; Restaurant fire 3245 South Holden Court"

The alarms woke Sylvie Brett with a start. She jumped out of bed immediately and began walking briskly to the ambulance where her partner was already waiting in the drivers seat.

"How was your nap?" Gabby asked as she pulled away.

"Fine I guess. How long was I out for?" Sylvie asked noticing it was already dark out.

"Four hours, give or take. You sure you can pull through the night?" Dawson asked genuinely concerned for her friend.

"Im fine. Drop it Dawson." Sylvie muttered looking out the window. Her Latina friend glance at her for a second before putting her eyes back on the road, deciding to leave her partner alone.

The next morning Gabby found Sylvie in the bathroom washing her face, looking even worse than yesterday. They didn't have any calls throughout the night s the reason for Sylvie to look worse was unknown the young Latina women. Gabby didn't say anything to Brett though waiting for her to make the first move in the conversation, however the blonde seemed completely oblivious to the fact that her friend was standing only 5 feet away.

"Yo whats up my girl?!" Stella Kidd said rather loudly as Sylvie walked out of the bathroom still hardly noticing anyone.

Dawson threw her hand up in the air as she looked confused at the whole situation.

"Still nothing?" Stella asked seeing Gabby's face.

"No! Why don't you come over for breakfast, I think Matt and Severide are doing something with Boden today and we can talk some more?" The Latina questioned beginning to splash her face with cold water.

"Sounds good. Think you can drive me though, I can in with Kelly yesterday." The tall women asked.

Dawson gave a thumbs up as she began drying her face with a face cloth she had brought with her.

Sylvie sat anxiously on her bed in her bedroom.

'Im fine, Cruz and Otis would never hurt me. Or would they? No. No they wouldn't. Im fine."

She looked ta her phone tempted to call Gabby or Stella. This was the cycle that kept running through her head for the past 3 hours. Finally she picked up the phone and hit the name she was looking for it rang twice before someone answered.

"Hello? Brett you okay?" The voice asked from the other side.

"Gabby. Please. Please come over. I need you." Sylvie whispered, terrified someone would hear her.

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