A/N: Little Antonio cliffhanger... fixed by a Sylvie POV! I think it's time we get some more Sylvie in here.

Sylvie's POV

"God, this hospital food tastes awful," Sylvie frowned, pushing away the bowl of porridge that was sat in front of her. Beside the bed, Gabby grinned at her, thoroughly amused that she hated the food.

"Nobody ever said that hospital food tastes good, Brett," Gabby smirked, taking the bowl of porridge from her and sitting it on the table behind where she was sitting. "As I recall, most people have said it tastes rather disgusting."

Sylvie nodded at her. "I agree with everyone who has said tastes bad," she sighed. "And to think, right now, I should be eating blueberry pancakes with your brother. But instead, I'm here, eating twenty five year old porridge, drugged up on pain meds. Can my day get any better?"

"I think it can," Cruz said suddenly, appearing through the door of her room. Sylvie grinned at him and greeted him as he walked into the room and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "How you feeling, Sylvie?"

She shrugged slightly, not wanting to move too much on the chance it'd aggravate her side. "I've had better days," she smiled. "Oh, please tell me you brought some food in that bag of yours. Gabby and I have been trying to deal with hospital breakfast but we both can't get it down."

Cruz laughed at her and held out the brown paper bag to her, which she gratefully took. She pulled it open and grinned at the contents. "You got us blueberry muffins!?" She exclaimed in excitement. "You're the best."

Sylvie took one from the bag and gave the other to Gabby, who took it and immediately pulled the muffin out. "I'm on Sylvie's side here, Cruz. Good call," she nodded, taking a bite of her own and giving the bag back to Sylvie so she wouldn't have crumbs in her bed.

The three of them sat silently for a while so that they could finish their muffins. Sylvie knew it was kind of Cruz to bring them a decent breakfast, but her mind was all over the place - first, if they'd caught the shooter. It was the main thought on her mind. She hadn't seen Antonio since she'd fallen asleep last night but she knew that she needed to talk to him properly about everything while she wasn't so drugged up on the pain meds.

She hadn't asked where he was, though. She knew that Gabby needed to spend time with her right now and that was the most important thing. Sylvie knew Gabby extremely well, and she knew that she'd be blaming herself for everything that happened. She wished she'd been able to talk to her without Cruz there but now that he was here, there was no asking him to leave yet.

Sylvie figured she'd be able to ask her about it later anyway. So, as she finished off her muffin, she just let it slide. It was more important now to talk to Cruz about how the firehouse was taking it all.

"We're worried about you, of course," Cruz spoke after Sylvie asked him. "But we're looking out for you. You're our paramedic, we've got your back. Everyone will come by and visit you sometime today or during the next few weeks before you're back at work, I'm sure of that."

"That's kind of you guys, really," Sylvie smiled. She loved her second family at work, and she knew that they cared about her just as much as she cared about them. It was nice to know they had her back all the time. And even if they hadn't been there when she'd been shot, she knew that they wouldn't let her out of their sight any time soon on shift.

The fact that so many people she worked with had dealt with what she was dealing with right now reassured her a little. She looked back over at Cruz. "Did you do the thing?" She asked, raising her eyebrows and trying not to convey what they were talking about to Gabby.

Cruz grinned at her and nodded. "Worked a charm," he chuckled, glancing at Gabby and laughing at her confused look. She frowned at the two of them.

"What the hell are the two of you on about?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Sylvie shook her head. "Nothing to worry about, Gabby," she laughed, enjoying the look of pure confusion on her face.

The three of them sat in silence for a little while longer, just enjoying the silence of the room. She was still incredibly tired, but she knew that sleeping would just allow her to wake up in a few more hours, just as tired as she was now. As she was about to speak again, a knock came on the door and she looked up, spotting a few of the people from the firehouse outside.

Severide, Stella and Otis smiled as they made their way into her room, closing the curtain and door behind them. With a quick greeting from Gabby and Cruz, the two of them said goodbye to Sylvie and left.

Severide smiled as he walked up to Sylvie, pressing a kiss to her cheek before stepping back and allowing Otis to wrap her in a careful but welcome hug. Stella grinned as she took Sylvie's hand. "How you feelin', honey?" She asked her, taking the seat beside the bed where Antonio had sat a few hours ago.

"I feel like I'm going to never have to answer that question again by the time I'm out of here," she chuckled, looking down at Stella. "But I'm fine, really. Nothing a little rest can't fix." She shrugged. "How was the rest of shift?"

Stella shrugged at her. "Pretty boring, really. Boden had to call in a couple paramedics to take over 61 for Gabby and yourself. We got a call just before nine, but it was quiet other than that. Mouch ate the rest of your cheesy jacket potato, by the way. He told me to tell you he apologised for eating yours."

Sylvie rolled her eyes in amusement. "Of course he did," she smirked, shaking her head. "Typical Mouch."

Otis chuckled from across the room and Sylvie turned to look at him, noticing him watching their conversation and suddenly remembering that Cruz had done the prank. The fact that she was the only one in the room who knew it was a joke made her smile.

"Read any of Dune yet?" He asked her, motioning to the book sitting on the cabinet beside her bed.

She shook her head at him. "No, I haven't had the time yet. I've been sleeping all night and most of the morning, apart from breakfast. I'll give it a read later though, don't worry. I do appreciate the sentiment, though."

Otis smiled at her and nodded. "Enjoy it when you do," he spoke. "If anything can distract you from what happened it's surely going to be Paul and Jessica and their time on Arrakis with the Fremen."

"How's the pain?" Dr. Rhodes asked her, standing beside her bed. Severide, Otis and Stella had left to head home and change out of their work clothes, grab some coffee and inform everyone on how Sylvie was doing before the others visited her.

Sylvie, who had attempted to get some sleep, had reluctantly ended up asking a nurse for more painkillers, the pain in her side having become almost unbearable. Dr. Rhodes had come in an hour after the painkillers had been given to her. She'd met him before today, luckily, and she knew he could be trusted to look after her best. Even if her doctor wasn't Will or Natalie like she'd hoped, Connor was the next best option.

"I had some meds about an hour ago, so it's better now. But before I took those it was bad." Sylvie explained. She hated taking painkillers because they made her drowsy, which was why they'd been a last resort - she didn't want to be asleep when the others visited. Or if Antonio did.

Dr. Rhodes nodded at her. "Scale of 1 to 10, how bad was it before the meds?" He asked her, writing a few things onto the chart in front of him.

"Uh," Sylvie hesitated, hating trying to remember the pain. "I'd say almost a nine..." She cringed as she told him, knowing that if the pain didn't get better before Tuesday, she'd be staying in hospital for a few more days. She desperately wanted her own bed at home, whether that was at her own place, Antonio's or at Gabby's. Yet, she also knew that she had to be truthful to Connor. He was responsible for her care now.

He frowned and nodded at her again. "How much of yesterday can you remember? From when you were shot to now."

She looked down at her hands on the sheets and furrowed her eyebrows, recalling the fuzzy memories. "I remember getting shot and using the radio to call in, and the only thing I remember after that was waking up later that night and seeing Antonio Dawson. I can't remember the surgery or anything in-between when I blacked out and got to hospital," she nodded.

"Can you remember April and I coming in late last night to explain what happened to you?" Rhodes asked, crossing his arms across his chest as he put the board down beside him on the machines.

She frowned at him and shook her head. "It was probably the meds I had last night and my drowsiness. I was probably half asleep or something, right?"

Rhodes nodded at her, looking a little worried. "You were shot in the side yesterday afternoon and brought here to Med. While it wasn't a dangerous wound and it missed all the vital organs and important aspects that could have killed you. You were shot at a decent distance, meaning you were most likely incredibly lucky to not have been hit anywhere else. We performed a surgery yesterday afternoon to remove the bullet from your side, as there was no exit wound. We managed to stop any internal bleeding and remove the bullet successfully."

Sylvie nodded along with him as he explained everything that had happened, her head spinning at the thought. She tried to pull anything from her brain about what had happened, if the shooter had aimed a certain way to try not to kill her. She frowned, looking back up at Dr. Rhodes.

"Have you seen anyone from the police today?" She asked him, raising her eyebrows.

He shook his head. "No, I thought that Antonio Dawson was here last night to get a statement from you," he explained. "If you like, I can get Maggie to give the 21st a call? Maybe we can get some details about it all for you."

"That'd be really great, thank you, Dr. Rhodes," Sylvie replied. She needed to talk to Antonio, but she was decent friends with Ruzek and Jay as well, so, if need be, she'd talk to them too. But anyone familiar with her would do. She wanted clarification of this all - if they'd caught the shooter, if he'd confessed.

As Dr. Rhodes left the room and closed the door behind him, Sylvie covered her face with her hands, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself down. From Dr. Rhodes' words, she knew that it was pure luck that the shooter hadn't hit her anywhere important. She knew that there was no way he'd had aim that good when he shot her.

She was glad that she was alone in her room at that moment, letting the tears slide down her cheeks as she finally let herself go after the events of the past day. She didn't know where Antonio was. She didn't know if they'd caught the shooter.

Sylvie didn't think she'd ever cried so much, and silently hoped that falling asleep would get rid of any hints of the tears from her eyes before she got more visitors.

A/N: I would thoroughly recommend Dune to anyone looking for a good read. I studied it in Extension English, probably my favourite text after Blade Runner. Definitely worth the read, in my opinion!