Gabby sat at Matt's bedside, softly stroking his hand. It was badky bruised from defending himself against Nesbitt and the Bulgarians. She didn't know what was going to happen. The doctor hadn't come in since she'd come in.

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Hey. Sorry to interrupt. I wanted to come in before, but you were sleeping, and...". The man at the door stuck out his hand, and Gabby shook it.

"Will Halstead. I'm Matt's doctor."

"Will Halstead...you're Jay's brother, right?", Gabby asked. Will nodded.

"Yeah. I remember you guys, from the attack on the hospital. I'm really sorry."

Gabby nodded, looking down at Matt.

"I wanted to let you know...Matt needs surgery. He had a massive cerebral hemmorhage. I can't get in there, though, until the swellling goes down." Gabby sighed. This sucked. It was all her fault, too.

Sure, Matt saved a lot of girls from a life of prostitution, but at what cost?

"How long?", she asked. Will shrugged.

"We're trying a week. After that, we'll check and see if the swelling's gone down any; if it has, we'll repair the hematoma." Gabby shook her head.

"You can stay here with him if you want, but just you. I've already alerted the folks outside that we need to wait until Matt is better." Will watched her for a moment, and then excused himself.

Gabby fought hard to block the tears coming to her eyes, but they came anyway. She laid her head down on Matt's bed and cried until she fell asleep.

When she woke up, Kendra was there in the room, checking and replacing Matt's IV bag.

"Hey, Kendra.", she said. Kendra smiled.

"Hey, Gabby. I'm so sorry, sweetie." Kendra circled around the bed to give her a hug. Gabby accepted it warmly. She loved Kendra. She never really understood why Shay never got with her, especially because Kendra had been completely infatuated with her. Kendra continued to work on Matt, but she looked over to Gabby from the corner of her eye. Gabby was stretching out sore muscles.

"You know...you can lay with him, if you want. It might help him. The warmth of your body, the connection...it might help him heal."

Gabby sat there for a moment, debating with herself. Could she really? What if she unhooked his lines, or if she hurt him?

"Go on. It's okay. I'll be right here." Kendra lifted up the lines so Gabby could climb up next to Matt. After she got comfortable, Kendra smiled and left the room quietly. Gabby laid next to Matt, and she lifted a hand and gently began caressing his face.

"Matt, you probably think I'm lame, talking to you when you can't even hear me...but I just wanted to say...I was wrong. I realize that now, and I'm so sorry. I just...I need you to come back to me. Please...I need you." She caressed his face, and a tear fell slowly down her cheek.

At the end of the week, Gabby couldn't relax, so she asked Boden if she could pick up some extra shifts. They weren't going to let her in to see Matt until a few hours after the surgery, anyway. He'd been cleared for surgery, and Gabby felt a small sliver of hope for the first time since they found him. The doctor had said the surgery was risky; if the swelling hadn't gone down enough, they could lose him on the table...but they had Chicago's best neurosurgeon in the room. Gabby was optimistic. Now, all that she was afraid for was Matt's reaction to finding out she was pregnant. She swilled her coffee around in her cup, and then she tipped it back, emptying the contents into her mouth. Sighing, she got up and headed out to Firehouse 51.

Matt opened his eyes, and everything was white. Where the hell am I?, he thought. He could hear a steady beeping noise, and he turned and looked over to see a heart monitor. The hospital. It's over.

Matt groaned and tried to sit up, but he winced when the pain in his side had him falling back to the bed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Casey, easy. Easy." Matt glanced over, and he recoiled at seeing Voight sitting in his room.

"What the hell...", Matt exclaimed.

"The doctors said you'd be awake soon. I wanted to get your statement while it was still fresh in your mind."

Just then, Matt heard a small knock on the door. He looked over to see Gabby.

"What's going on?", Gabby asked suspiciously.

"I was just asking your man here about the dead girl in his apartment."

"Are you accusing me of something?" Matt's eyes narrowed, and Gabby could see his knuckles. They were whiter than the walls. He was gripping the sheets with all his strength.

"This can't wait?", Gabby demanded, stepping into the room and placing herself between Matt and Voight.

"I need that statement. Maybe not now...but it better be soon." Knowing he'd lost this battle, Voight excused himself. Gabby turned to Matt, and she fought back the tears that glistened in her eyes.

"Hey.", he whispered. He patted the spot beside his bed, motioning for her to join him. She sat beside him, and the urge to touch him was too, great, so she enfolded her arms over him in a hug.

"You're here.", he whispered. He tilted his head into her neck. Her hair smelled like the floral shampoo she loved so much. God, she was beautiful. They separated, and Gabby was smiling.

"What?", he asked, smiling back.

"You're just...you're awake. I'm so glad. When I thought you weren't okay, I just...I..." She fought back tears, and Matt pulled her in close to him.

"Hey...it's okay. I'm here. I'm alright." He stroked her hair, drinking in her presence.

"Matt, I love you.", she whispered. He pulled away a little bit.

"What?"

"I mean it. I thought I lost you, and it really opened my eyes. I love you. I need you in my life. And I know that us working out depends on you, too...but if you're open to it, I'd like to try."

Matt sat for a moment, drinking in her beautiful brown eyes. Then, without a second thought, he gently pulled her in to him, and when their lips met, he shivered. He'd missed this. He'd missed her.

"Okay.", was all he said.