Hope everyone had a great Easter! Enjoy this next chapter!
Chapter 8
Jay sat tapping his fingers and feet on the sides of his chair. He had been waiting in the ER for the past hour while doctors looked at Erin. He had had to tell the doctors that she was expecting because they had asked about any conditions she had. Jay was worried about the baby just as much as he was worried about Erin.
When he pulled out his phone to check his texts again, a nurse walked into the general waiting area. "Jay Halstead?" she called out.
Jay leapt out of his chair and speed walked over to the nurse. "Is Erin okay?" he asked. "Is the baby okay?" he said in a quieter tone.
"She asked for you as soon as she came to. Come with me," she said.
After they were in the ER hallway, the nurse said, "Both Erin and the baby are fine. She just inhaled a common knockout gas from that cloth the gang guy used. She should be fine by tomorrow or the day after. Really nothing to worry about."
"Thank God," Jay said, almost crying with relief. The nurse directed Jay to Erin's room and he rushed in. She had shifted her focus towards the doorway upon hearing footsteps, and said, "Jay," quietly as he came in and sat down next to her.
"Erin, oh my God, I was so worried," Jay said.
"They said it was just a knockout gas," she replied. "I'm so sorry. I know I should have done something-"
"Don't apologize, Erin! There was nothing you could have done."
"What happened? Did you bring me here?"
"Well," Jay began, clearing his throat. "I didn't realize you were missing until we were all outside, and I found the third guy pointing a gun at your head when I ran back in again. I was so scared I ended up jumping towards the guy just as Voight fired a bullet through his head. It barely missed me."
"What? You almost got shot?" Erin said, worried.
"Trust me, I'm fine," Jay assured her. "I freaked out about you and the…the baby, so I lunged. Voight slammed me against a shelf for it, though."
"I'm sorry for saying this, but I'm not surprised," Lindsay replied with a small smile. "He doesn't like it when people don't follow orders."
"This time it was totally necessary though," Jay said, squeezing Lindsay's hand. "I couldn't lose you. Come on, let's get you home."
"Can you stay with me at my place tonight? I don't want to be alone after getting knocked out and nearly shot in the head, apparently," Lindsay said as she sat up.
"Of course, Erin," Jay said. "I'll drop you home, but I probably need to go back to the precinct to fill out paperwork, okay?"
"Okay," Erin agreed. When Jay eventually got back to the precinct, Antonio asked, "Where's Erin?" as Jay sat down at his desk.
"She's okay. Standard knockout gas, apparently. I dropped her home to rest but she should probably be back tomorrow."
"That good to hear. Thanks for doing that, man," Antonio gave Jay a fist pump. "Of course," Jay said, smiling. He then tried to focus on doing his paperwork, but would end up taking longer than everyone else to finish because he wanted to go back and be with Erin.