"37 year old, male firefighter, smoke inhalation and skin burn, went into shock 2 minutes ago in the rig, BP shot up to 160 over 100," Gabby rattled on as she wheeled the gurney with Matt lying on the stretcher.

"We got it from here. Get Dr Choi!"

"Dawson," Brett rested a hand on Gabby's shoulders as the emergency team at Chicago Med took Matt over from them. She knows better than to provide false hope when the odds are not looking good. She noticed Gabby's pale face and the tremble in her hands. Pulling her into a hug, she figured all she can provide for Gabby is a shoulder to lean on.

"Gabby?" came a small whisper from Matt who laid on the gurney with an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth and the monitor pads on his chest measuring his heartbeat.

Matt tried to open his eyes and raised his head but a wave of dizziness caused him to place his head back on the stretcher with his eyes still closed, welcoming the darkness. He was feeling lightheaded and the hammering of his heart is causing his chest to hurt. Not to mention that his back is on fire. But he swore he heard his wife's voice before he passed out. Trying to call upon his wife again, he raised his hand to remove the mask that was covering his nose and mouth when he felt a small, smooth hand covering his own.

"Hey, baby. I'm here. You made it out. Your BP is quite high. Leave the oxygen mask on."

Gabby could see him struggling. Knowing how stubborn he can get, she stroke the back of his hand that is held in hers. She continued talking to get him to relax as the monitor jumps unstably. "Baby, it's OK. I'm here, I'm here. You're going to be fine. If you're in pain, squeeze my hand." Gabby felt a slight squeeze and her heart just shatters to the floor. She cannot bear to see the love of her life in pain and she is helpless at what she can do for him.

Instinct told her that he suffered more injuries than just smoke inhalation. She started patting her hand down his body trying to find any physical injuries that she may have overlook. Starting from his head, she slide her hand down to his face and shoulders and over his shirt. The back of his shirt was soaked through from his perspiration but the loud hissing sound coming from him as she touched his back raised her suspicion. Taking a scissors from the jump bag, she cut through his shirt. Pushing him slightly on his side, she saw the entire material in the back soaked in blood. Gritting her teeth, she slowly peel the material away from his body from the bottom.

"Oh god."

Taking a bottle of morphine from the jump bag, she took a syringe and pulled some from it before pushing it into the IV currently attached to the back of Matt's hand.

Tearing out the rest of the shirt, Gabby removed it slowly from his body. Grabbing some bandages, she began putting a sheath over the third-degree burn parts which stretches from just above his waist and spread 6-7 inches upwards. Her hands work in automatic mode while the beeping of the monitors indicated that he is going into shock.

Gabby tried with all her might to keep him away from resting on his back but despite being unconscious and weak, his strength still overwhelms her. Every time his back touches the gurney, a hiss of pain passes through his lips.

"C'mon Matt! Listen to my voice," Gabby pleads as tears trickled down her face.

Brett turned around from the driver's seat when she heard all the ruckus. Her heart goes out to her partner. She could not say that she knows what it felt like to hold the hand of a loved one who might not made it but judging from the desperation she saw in Gabby's eyes, it must have felt like losing one's lifeline.

"What's going on?"

"He's going into shock. Page Med, we have a burnt firefighter en-route."

Swallowing hard, Brett felt her blood runs cold. She paged in to Med and stepped on the accelerator.

"We got him from here, Gabby." Maggie said, resting a hand on Gabby's forearm as the door to the examination room closes behind her. "They will do everything they can."

Gabby managed to nod her head to show her understanding. Looking down at her gloved hands, covered in Matt's blood, a fresh flood of tears poured down her cheeks. Removing her gloves, she threw it in the nearest bin and made her way to the restroom.

Brett kept a close eye on her partner as she finished up with the paperwork. She followed Dawson to the restroom as soon as she was done. Upon entering, she saw Dawson bent over a sink washing her hands aggressively beneath the running water.

"You OK, Dawson?"

"I don't know Brett. I can't bear to see him in pain..."

"He'll pull through. But he needs you by his side." Brett said as she passes a paper towel to her.

"You're right." Wiping her eyes dry with the paper towel, Gabby channelled positive thoughts on her husband's condition.

"Gabby?"

Gabby stopped her pacing along the waiting area which is not filled with her Firehouse 51 family as she turned around when she heard someone calling her name.

"How is he?"

"He's stable. We had to sedate him to clean all the burnt parts on his body. Unfortunately, there were more burns behind his legs. Two-third of the burns are thankfully only second degree whereas the remaining are third degree burns which means we will need to do skin graft. I have scheduled a surgery for the skin graft for tomorrow morning. One of the nurses will come by shortly to bring you to him once he is settled in a room. They will also bring to you all the necessary consent forms for the skin graft surgery."

"Thank you," a sigh of relief escaped her. Although she knew that he would pull through, a small part of her was afraid that fate might have other plans for them.

"He should be coming around within the next hour or so and will make a full recovery. Just give me a call if you need anything."

Chief and Severide who were standing beside Dawson when Dr Choi delivered the news thanked the doctor in turn. Placing a hand on Dawson's shoulders, Severide pulled her into a side hug. "Casey is not going to let you go so easily."

"Thanks, Kelly. Any news on Mouch?"

"He's still in surgery. Cindy is seating with Trudy right now."

"Mrs Casey? Your husband has been brought to a room now. I'll bring you to him now if you'd like."

"Go." Severide says as he gave Dawson a little nudge towards the nurse.

"Hey baby. I know you can't hear me but I just want you to know, I love you too. Come back to me soon so I can tell you how sorry I am. You know I don't say it often so you got to wake up soon to hear me say it."

Placing a kiss on his forehead, she settled herself on the chair beside the bedside and held on to her husband's hand and studied his handsome features. They had been given an extended time to be together and although their relationship still requires some work, one thing for sure, their love for one another will triumph over all obstacles.