Do we know the name of Rafferty's fiancé? Idk. I made one up.

You feel like you're falling. Again.

And not the good kind of falling either, because you know the difference by now. You loved falling in love with Mac; it felt exhilarating and terrifying and like everything you've been missing out on your whole life. You felt it again with Leslie, though you've only just admitted it to yourself and haven't even thought about telling her that.

This, though… This is nothing like that. This feels like the rug has been forcefully yanked out from under you, except underneath that rug is a giant pit and now the air is rushing by around you and the ground keeps coming closer and closer and you brace yourself for an impact that's never gonna come. It's how you felt when your fiancé got sick and it's how you feel now, staring at Leslie in her hospital bed.

The worst part is that you don't even know what happened. You got a call from Dawson, she said Leslie was in the hospital and then you just checked out. You booked it to the hospital and Severide was already there, naturally. He pointed you in the right direction and now here you are.

Right here, right now, this whole thing feels like some sick déjà vu. Except it's not your terminal fiancé lying in that hospital bed, it's your partner. It's your friend. It's someone who could be so much more if you would just get your head out of your ass and tell her.

"Leslie Shay," you mumble, as you make a decision that should have been made the moment you realized what this woman meant to you, "You better wake up soon, 'cause boy do I have something important to tell you."

Obligatory "Person A gets sick or injured and Person B realizes they have to confess their feelings" drabble. Completely necessary. Fight me. (Don't actually. I could probably win but I would be too scared to hurt you and I'd let you kick my ass.)