Voight: "Didn't ask for a lawyer?" he hums, pointing to a room as he begins heading down the hall with Genevieve
Genevieve: "Not yet."
Voight: "Sure you're okay with this?"
Genevieve: "Yeah, of course. Look, Kelly and I dated for like a minute almost another lifetime ago. It's not a conflict of interest."
Voight: "Huh."
Genevieve: "Besides, the only reason he hasn't asked for a lawyer is because he knows I'm gonna be in on the interview" she hums, shrugging her shoulders as Voight nods, opening the door as he enters behind her "Hey. You okay? You need a cup of coffee or..."
Kelly: "No, no. I just want to get out of here."
Voight: "Then we're all on the same page. Would you take us through last night?"
Kelly: "I gave an autologus blood donation because I was gonna donate bone marrow to this girl, Anna. You know this" he sighs, pointing to Genevieve who nods in confirmation "But the surgery...they couldn't go forward with it. The chemo started killing her. They canceled it."
Voight: "51 says you didn't come to shift."
Kelly: "I was in a bad mood because of the canceled surgery, so, no, I took the shift off."
Genevieve: "Where'd you go?"
Kelly: "Tap on Rush."
Voight: "How many drinks you have?"
Kelly: "I don't know. I didn't count, but I started feeling..." shrugging his shoulders his voice trails off as he shakes his head
Voight: "Feeling?"
Kelly: "Like I'd had enough."
Voight: "So, you left...in your car."
Kelly: "That's the thing."
Voight: "Okay. What is?"
Kelly: "Um, I don't know if it was giving blood or the alcohol or both, but I don't remember."
Genevieve: "You're saying you blacked out?"
Kelly: "Yeah."
Voight: "From the car wreck?"
Kelly: "No, because I wasn't in one."
Voight: "Well, how'd you cut your head?"
Kelly: "I don't know."
Genevieve: "Kelly...we've got a mother and daughter in critical condition at Med, and their minivan was hit by your Mustang."
Kelly: "Don't you think that I would remember if I crashed my car into them? Huh?"
Genevieve: "You can't even remember how you cut your head."
Kelly: "Look, guys, I've spent the better part of my adult life responding to accidents. Woken up from a dead sleep in the bunk room, and I'm half-awake on the way there. And I do it. Every time. Instinctively. So there is no version...there's no scenario...there's no way that I go to an accident, I see one, and I run away from a mother and her daughter in need of help, especially if I'm the one who caused it." he declares, voice cracking at the end as the pair sigh, perking up when hearing a knock on the door
Voight: "Yeah?"
Olinsky: "Hey." he hums, motioning outside the room
Voight: "Give me a second." he nods, following Olinsky out into the hallway
Olinsky: "Just got a call from Med. Elsa James, the mother. Left side of her body crushed. She's just coming out of critical condition."
Voight: "And the girl?"
