Gabriela Dawson. (Chicago Fire)

~ saturday night

Current Time - 10:36pm, Saturday

Chicago, Illinois.

Driving.

Gabriela Dawson - Gabby or Dawson
Matt Casey - Matt or Casey or Captain
Charley Tyler - Charley or Tyler
Brett - Sylvie or Brett
Severide - Kelly or Severide or Lieutenant
Boden - Chief or Chief Boden
Connor Rhodes - Connor or Dr. Rhodes
William Halstead - Will or Dr. Halstead
Stella Kidd - Stella or Kidd
Antonio Dawson - Antonio
Herrmann - Chris or Christopher or Herrmann
Mouch

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Charley and I are cruising down the main road in the city. About 45mph.

We're going to Walmart for some frozen yoghurt.

We both just finished work and he's dropping me off at mine after that.

It's a quiet night here, considering it's a Saturday night.

The rest of the team are at Molly's, Charley and I weren't up for it.

Casey stayed with the team. He told me he'd be home later.

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I quickly undo my seatbelt so I can reach my purse from the backseat.

I click the button in and get up.

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I slam into and straight through the windshield on the car.

The glass shatters so quick.

Everything just turns into slow motion, i feel like I'm watching a movie from a third person perspective, I don't feel like I'm in my body.

Glass shards fly everywhere and it's just horrifying to watch.

Maybe this is a dream, I might've fallen asleep at work or I'm daydreaming. This can't be happening.

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I land onto the concrete a couple metres from the car and bounce my head off of the ground. It knocks all the breath out of me.

It had been raining earlier today therefore that's why the road was wet.

I lost consciousness for a second, I know it just from the way I felt.

I laid there on the freezing cold floor, watching up at the sky which was lit up by the city lights.

I couldn't move. It's like someone had glued me to the ground.

I couldn't even lift my head. Being an EMT I should know all about staying still after an accident, but it's kinda different when it comes to yourself. Your first instinct is to get up and move away, but sometimes it's just too severe.

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Then it hit me...

Charley.

I try my hardest to turn my head despite the pain and I catch a glimpse of the car. It's a wreck.

Tears drip down my face. Charley. I mean c'mon. This is ridiculous.

My back hurts so much, it's like I'm being stabbed. Over and over again.

So I shut my eyes, and keep them closed, I keep telling myself that I can make all this go away.

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Figures walk up to me, I can hear their footsteps.

They mutter and I can't really make out what their saying. I feel like I'm deep underwater.