/A.N - Hey guy's. Depending on opinions I may turn this into a full story I don't know yet. I was just watching old Chicago Fire and I missed Shay like hell. So here. Have a fic they don't kill out favorite off.

Disclaimer: No characters belong to me just story ideas.

No! No! No! "Shay come on, don't do this Shay. Shay." He could hear voices, Dawson crying and Casey telling him to let her go but he couldn't he had to keep going he had to make sure she didn't die. Weak pulse, no breathing, blood. There was so much blood. Dawson was still crying and trying to help; she checked her over whilst he continued to try and keep his best friend alive. "Come on Shay."

"Severide we have to get her to the ambulance." Casey warned and before he knew it she was gone. They had taken her. Please. No. He didn't know what to do. Severide sat still. Dawson was still crying, but they had taken Shay. She had to hold on for him, she had to. He wouldn't be himself if she wasn't here. He'd screw up and who would be there to help him? He was going to get hurt and he needed her god he was being selfish but he couldn't let her go. She was his best friend. Have I ever been right without her? He thought to himself as he sat down the building crumbling behind him.

"Severide."

Casey. That was Casey he was sure it was. Dawson's crying was gone. How long had he been sat here? Where were they taking Shay? She's still alive Severide. She's not leaving you. Shay would never leave you. She promised. Always.

"Severide it's time to get out come on we have to go." He was moving. Or should he say being moved. There were hands all over him. Dragging him from the building. Outside. Sirens. Lot's and lots of sirens. Shay!

"Where is she?" Severide calls out as he stumbles from the building now moving of his own accord as he looks around for her. He comes into contact with Boden. Strong arms. They wrap around him and he watches from over his shoulder as Dawson collapses in Casey's arms. Mills is being loaded into an ambulance. Shay. They must have put Shay in the first ambulance and took her. Mills let her go first. Before he can stop them the tears come. Why are you crying Severide? She is going to be okay. You know she is. She fights. Shay never quits. She never say's that it's enough. And she promised you. But she looked so weak, so fragile, like a broken doll. And there was so much blood. Too much blood.

"Let go Severide. Let go." Boden's words reached his ears but he couldn't reply. He couldn't stop the crying, he was sobbing now. Into the chiefs wedding suit.

"Can't… Can't lose Shay chief- won't survive." The words he finally spoke were almost unrecognisable. But chief had been in this business long enough. He had held far to many men as they watched the ones closest to them be carted off. On the brink of dying. He had been that friend, Severide knew chief understood. Together they crumble to the floor. One broken man holding onto another, chief tries to be strong for the both of them but it's not enough. Not today. Severide doesn't care. All he can think about his crying and Shay. God he has to get to Shay.

The next sound he registers is the beeping. He's looking through the hospital doors to the room that holds Shay. He still has his uniform on. To be honest he's not really sure he remembers being taken to the hospital. He was put into Boden's truck. Slouched against the back seat he continued to cry. By the time they had reached the hospital his face was dry and he was silent. Severide had just about managed to walk into the hospital. He wasn't silent when they had told him he couldn't see her yet. No he was furious. They stuck something in him. Knocked him out. Made him sleep. Shock. Hermann said it was because he was in shock. Severide really didn't care. "Where's Shay?" It's all he had asked when he was woken up and he had been taken to her room. The beeping. It was so loud in such a silent room. Her head had been shaved at one side. He could tell. Even with the large bandage around her head.

"Swelling of the brain."

"Coma."

"Critical."

"Fight. It's up to her to fight." Well she will show you lady. He thought as he walked into the room and pulled up the chair to sit beside her bed. Taking her hand he clasped it between his and held it to his cheek as he sat and looked at her. He could feel the tears coming again. They were running down his cheek and onto their hands as he held them close to his face. Over the next few hours people came. People went. Doctors checked on her but Severide didn't move a muscle. He sat in the chair and he prayed for her. Mumbled. Begging her not to leave him. He reminded her over and over again of her promise. "Always Shay. You said always." He whispered against her hand.

He was asked to leave and almost had to be sedated again. They wanted to bath her. Told him he should go home and shower but he got as far as her hospital door which he stood and waited by. Like security. Severide was protecting her. He was protecting his best friend whilst she was broken and defenseless. When he could he returned to her side. Casey came. Dawson came. Dawson was crying again. Food. He didn't ask for it. But they brought it anyway. Sleep they told him. I already did that when you knocked me out.

It hurt to look at her. To feel how cold her hand was as she laid and he circulation was weak whilst her body was working over time to heal her. Medicine pumping through her veins. But he was terrified. Terrified if he looked away or let go of her she was going to slip away. Severide had to sit and he had to remind her that it was always. That she couldn't leave him. He wouldn't survive if she did. You have a chance Shay. Doc say's you just gotta fight. We will fight together. I'll be here when you wake up. I'll be here by your side. It's me and you blondie.

"Always."