A\N: In this chapter something happens that I have been building up to for awhile as s secondary storyline and I think a lot of you will be surprised at it. Hopefully though as it further develops in upcoming chapters you'll start to undetstand the conquecenses from it and what happens to the character as well as the other characters as a result of it. As always thanks so much to my friend and beta reader for editing this chapter for me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago Fire, Chicago PD, NBC, Global or Disney.

Spoilers: None

Warnings: None

Chapter 17

Matt and Gabby followed Dr. McMillian into his office each to afraid to say anything. Finally after they sat down facing the desk Matt spoke up, "Tell us what happened."

"There was more swelling and pressure behind her eyes then we originally thought. The swelling and damage that has occurred is to much for us to undue we did as best as we could to try and relieve the pressure but we accidently caused bleeding. We worked quickly to fix the damage we caused but we're unsure if it'll have any affect on her.

Her eyes filled with tears Gabby looked at the doctor and asked, "Meaning what?"

"The bleeding was in her Broca's Area which is responsible for her speech; we're also afraid the bleeding may have caused a nick inside that area; we won't know that though until she wakes up and we can run a CT scan."

"Wakes up?"

"Yes. She's been under a huge amount of stress and her brain needs time to heal. We've placed her in a coma for now."

"So she won't be able to talk or see?" Matt looked as if he was ready to strangle him. "Is that what you're telling us?"

"I'm telling you that she could be blind or her sight could be back. We won't know until she wakes up," His voice calm and professional despite the situation, "I'm also warning you there is a possibility her speech could be damaged; like I said we won't know the severity of that until we wake her up."

"No." Gabby shook her head, "No. The longer you wait the more time you'll waste at fixing it."

"I'm afraid Ms. Dawson, that whatever happened, happened as soon as we cut into her brain. All we can do now is pray and hope that we were able stop the bleeding in time before any damage could occur."

Matt shook his head, anger boiling over inside of him. Doctor's weren't supposed to make mistakes like that. "I WANT OUR DAUGHTER TO HAVE ANOTHER DOCTOR!" He yelled pointing a finger at him. "HOW COULD YOU MAKE A STUPID MISTAKE LIKE THAT? WHAT KIND OF FUCKING IDIOT ARE YOU?

"Matt," Gabby squeezed his hand, "That's enough. It was just an accident babe. Sit down."

"No, no I understand Lt. Casey's anger," Dr. McMillian assured her, "You have no idea how sorry I am for what I might have done."

Listening to his words Matt slightly softened, he'd often given a version of that speech to families of fire victims he could not save. In this case though, Violet was still alive and her speech may still have proper speech. "Can we see her?"

"Of course," He stood and led them down a hallway and back into Violet's old room where she had been brought. She was connected to a mouthpiece tube that was helping her breath and her hair was shaved and she had a bandage around her head as well as wires stuck on her head that connected to a machine that was beeping away."

"Those cords measure her brain activity and they'll help us determine when it will be best to wake her up."

Taking a seat beside her and taking one of her hands Gabby asked, "How long could that take?"

"Like I said she's undergone a huge trauma. We're hoping it'll be later today but it could be tomorrow or in a week. We just don't know for sure at this point."

She looked at Violet, "Where's her Olaf she had when she went into surgery?"

"Oh yes," He spoke, "He have it in a prep room. We needed to remove it to connect her to the tubes. I'll go and get it."

"Thank you Dr." Gabby looked at Violet, "Please wake up soon sweetie," Tears came to her eyes as she began to cry.

Placing a hand on her shoulders Matt said, "Want me to go and tell your parents?"

"No," She shook her head, "I will. She stood up and walked out of the room and back down the hall where her parents and now Laura, Antonio had all gathered.

"Sweetie," Esmeralda quickly put Rafael on the ground and rushed to her daughter, "What happened?"

"They don't know…. They did all they could but they caused her to bleed and she might not talk…"

No words needed to be said and Esmerelda just hugged her daughter as tightly as she could, "Oh baby," She soothed.

"Mama," Javier slowly crawled towards his mother and looked up at her reaching his arms up, "Mama."

"Come here my baby boy," She picked her son up and hugged him tightly placing kisses on his forehead and cheeks, "Mommy needs lots of hugs right now."

As if sensing what was going on Javier placed a sloppy kiss on his mother's cheek presses his cheek up to hers and babbled sounds and made-up words.

"Diego," Annabelle walked up to him at lunch recess, her light brown hair in two braided pig tails and as she ran her in her dress Diego began to get nervous. He'd been experiencing that a lot when it came to Annabelle; sometimes he couldn't say things and he got really angry towards her.

"Hey Annie," He smiled at his nickname for her something he was proud to say only he called her.

"I told Mr. McMillian what I heard," She told him, "I don't like you in trouble," She looked at him and then sat down next to him in the grass; neither feeling much like playing. "How's Violet doing?"

"I don't know," He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to pick grass, "Mom's picking me up after school and she said we could go and see her. I'm sure you can come."

"Grandma says I should wait," She answered honestly, "Maybe in a few days."

"Oh, I think you should come," Diego decided, "You're her best friend. I know she'd like to see you"

Annabelle began clenching her fists, "Grandma keeps saying Violet…. She'll be okay but I'm worried. I know sometimes its worse…" She started to cry and turned away from Diego.

"That's what my Mom and Dad said too," He told her, "I think she'll be okay," He was lying. He was terrified something would happen but he didn't want Annabelle to get anymore upset.

She shook her head and got up, "You don't know!" She stood and walked away leaving Diego sitting there wondering what she was talking about. Before he could ask though the bell rang and the children began going back inside for class.

"I don't want to go," Diego stood and with a frown and discreetly undid both his shoelaces. He then walked towards the door but only long enough for the teacher watching the door to think he was going in; then he purposely tripped over his laces and bent down to tie them.

"Are you okay?" The teacher walked over to him and asked. "Need any help?"

"I'm okay," Diego looked down at his scraped knee, "My Dad wouldn't let me put a Band-Aid on these," He wasn't lying, his father would tell him that scraped knees are apart of childhood, he'd gotten worse injures in boxing.

"Well alright," The teacher didn't seem convinced but backed off, "I'm going to go inside but promise me you'll come right in."

"I will," He lied and continued to pretend tying his shoelaces until he was sure the teacher was inside. Once he heard the door close he really tired his shoelaces and made a dash towards the closest sidewalk and any teachers or students that could see him.

He knew the older students who skipped often went to a local park while others simply walked around or even went home. He didn't want to do any of those things; all he wanted to do was go and see Violet but he needed a plan to get to the hospital while avoiding suspicion.

As he walked down the street he knew him getting out of these next blocks would be hard. Not only was District twenty-one a few blocks over but so was Firehouse fifty-one. Places where people knew him and would pick him up or in the case of any District twenty-one Detectives also give him a lecture. As well he knew he needed to avoid using his last name until to escape this area, his grandfather was District Chief and although the name 'Dawson' was common he wouldn't fool anyone, as he was a dead ringer for his father and grandfather.

Sneaking into an alley he climbed up a ladder and onto a roof where he could see a little bit outside the District area; he climbed back down the ladder only to be surrounded by what he perceived to be a gang.

"Well, well," One of the men spoke, a Colombian accent strong, "What do we have?"

"Uh…" Diego's mind froze.

"Answer," Another one took him by his collar and held him up against the wall.

"You're to well dressed for a street kid," The first one spoke up, "What're you doing here?"

"Why do you care?" He struggled to get out of the man's hold and down to the ground, "I'm not telling you! Now let me go!" He demanded.

"Kill him!" The first man ordered and before he knew it he was being punched and kicked and his head banged against the brick wall. He sae a gun and shot his eyes as he felt a bullet rip through his skin. Semi-unconscious and extremely sore the last thing he vividly remembered was bring thrown into what smelled like dumpster.

Thirty minutes later Burgress and Roman were getting some coffee before going on patrol. They were heading to the local coffee shop they often went to wen they both noticed blood splatter on in the alley and leading to the dumpster.

Both drawing their guns Roman singled he'd go to the far side of the dumpster and as they got closer they could hear faint moaning. "Call 911!" Burgress was first to the dumpster horrified to see Diego Dawson laying there open wounds already frozen as he was cold to the touch. She took off her coat and wrapped it around his limp body as she tried to feel for a pulse. He had one but it was faint. If they had gotten there any later he would have frozen to death.

Getting off the phone with 911 Roman called Antonio and relayed to the Detective as much information as he had. "Yes Sir," He said and hung up, "Him and His wife are at Chicago Med, he said to tell the EMT's to take him there."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Burgress grimaced as she saw Sylvie Brett, and Allison Rafferety

"It's Diego Dawson," Burgess warned them, as they got close.

"What?" Rafferty was just as worried as she was confused as she began to treat her best friend's nephew, "We need to get him out of here and onto a stretcher!"

"I'll get him," Roman jumped into the dumpster and carefully took the boy into his arms.

"We need to get him warmed up!" Rafferty said as she and Brett began treating him as much as they could. If they warmed him up to much they knew he'd start to bleed internally and they couldn't deal with that as well as the hospital could.

As the ambulance sped up to the hospital bay Raffarety and Brett jumped out of the ambulance and began relaying information to the doctors who rushed Diego inside.

"Get me thermal blankets and blood, when he gets warmed up we're going to need to take him into surgery!" An OR doctor began ordering the ER staff and they got to work to treat Diego. Before Antonio or Laur could say a word they rushed him away again and a nurse approached them.

"What's wrong with our son! Where are you taking him?" Laura demanded.

"Your was shot in the shoulder Mrs. Dawson; he also has multiple bruises suffered internal bleeding and has a severe concussion. He's lucky it was cold outside, as right now that appears to be what's caused the blood to freeze and he didn't bleed to death. Whatever happened to your son caused him a great deal of pain and we'll do everything we can to help him but I'm telling you right now its not going to be easy," She handed over a clipboard, "We need your consent to operate."

Antonio grabbed it and signed it and handed it back to the nurse, "Where can we wait?"

"The pediatric ward is on the third floor."

He nodded and thanked the nurse before consoling Laura as much as he could; They'd spent far too much time at the hospital in the last few months and way to much time waiting for information in the pediatric ward.

"What happened?" Laura looked up at her husband, "The school called us and then not even half an hour later…" She couldn't finish her thought, "Did he want to see you?"

"I don't know babe," He held her, "I don't know. I'll get you settled upstairs and then I'm going to talk to Burgress and Roman."

"Antonio, please don't leave," She sobbed, "Please."

"Okay Babe," He kissed the top of her head repeatedly and whispered calming words as he pressed the elevator button and held her as it moved them to the third floor.

TBC

A\N: So did you see Diego running away coming? I'm not sure if it was built up enough or if you liked the surprise.

Up Next: Violet wakes up and Diego comes out of surgery but what will the children be like? Will that happened change them?