Day 8: Food Induced
“Thank you so much!”
Casey looks up just in time for a teenage girl to throw herself at him. He stumbles back a few steps as she wraps her arms around him.
“You guys were so awesome! I have to make you cookies or something!” She tells them.
“You don’t have to-,” Casey starts before the girl cuts him off.
“Of course I do! It’s the least I can do to say thank you. You saved my brother.”
Casey shrugs, uncomfortable with all the praise. Thankfully Otis is more than happy to take his spot and Casey heads to start cleaning up.
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The girl makes good on her promise of cookies and the next day, there’s three bins of cookies waiting for them.
“Don’t even think about it,” Severide tells him, seeing Casey start to reach for a cookie. “You don’t know what’s in them.”
“Actually, Lieutenant, they came with a list of ingredients and a recipe.”
Casey nods in Cruz’s direction, thankful for his intervention, and swiftly grabs a cookie before Severide can think of any other reason for him to miss out.
Grumbling, Severide grabs his own cookie, ready to head back to his office when he sees Casey slipping a hand into his pocket.
“Mint?” He asks, seeing the resigned look on the blond’s face.
“It’s just a little bit,” Casey lies, not wanting his friend to worry.
“Tell that to the hives.”
Sure enough, Casey looks down to find his skin covered by hives.
“Alright, in the chair,” Severide orders. “Where’s you epipen?”
“I don’t have one. I forgot to get a new one after last time.”
“For fuck’s sake, Casey! Sit down.”
Casey takes a seat with a scowl, crossing his arms in front of him.
“You look like a child,” Severide tells him.
“Yeah, well you act like one.”
“Says the one who can’t even take care of himself.”
Casey expression hardens and he pushes himself up.
“Where are you going?”
Casey ignores him as he makes his way over to Boden’s office.
“Chief?” He raps on the door. “I’m going to need a few hours off.”
“What for?” Boden asks, not looking up.
“Hospital.”
Immediately, Boden looks up, eyes widening as he takes in Casey’s appearance.
“Where’s your epipen?”
“D’have it,” Casey says, his words starting to slur as he starts going into anaphylaxis.
“Alright, okay. Sit down. Where’s ambo?” Boden asks, standing up to help Casey into one of the chairs.
“D’know. Dn’feel goo.”
With a muffled curse, Boden looks around for a garbage bin as Casey gags, slapping a hand over his mouth. Boden grabs the bin from underneath his desk and shoves it under Casey’s chin just as he finally throws up, a meagre amount of vomit spilling from his mouth.
With a small whine, Casey lays his head on the side of the bin, Boden rubbing his back as he struggles to bring anything up. Casey looks towards Boden, his eyes unfocused.
“Ammb,” he mutters. His speech was so slurred and garbled that it would barely be considered passable by any reasonable medic.
“What’s that, Matt?”
“H’spal. Need ’spal.”
Startled, Boden looks up.
“That bad?”
Casey goes to nod but ducks his head back into the bin. The smell of vomit fills the room.
“Ambo’s not back yet. Come on, we’ll take my car.”
“M’drive m’self.”
“Casey?! No!” Boden shouts, appalled at the thought.
“C’ta care m’self. S’vide n’ight.”
“Casey, I can’t understand you. Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital,” Boden tells him, grabbing his arm and hoisting him up. Casey leans on the chief as they make their way towards the chief’s car.
“Oh my god!” Kidd shouts, seeing Casey covered in hives, sweat dripping down his face.
“Jesus, Case. I didn’t realize it was this bad,” Severide tells him, coming over. Casey ignores him, focusing on trying to take a breathe in as Boden deposits him in the front seat.
Boden gets in the front seat and pulls onto the main road, closing the door just as Casey doubles over with a gag, slapping a hand over his mouth as he looks towards Boden urgently.
“We can’t stop. Don’t worry about it, Case,” Boden tells him, motioning towards the footwell. Casey stubbornly refuses to let anything up, trying his best to hold on to what fragile control he has of his stomach as Boden drives towards the med at a speed that was most likely highly illegal.
Casey can see the hospital in the distance just as he doubles over, vomiting into the footwell. Boden glances over, making sure the captain was still ok.
“We're almost there, Casey.”
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“What the hell?!?” Kelly shouts when he walks into Matt’s office to see his best friend about to inject himself with something.
“Kelly, I swear it’s not what it looks like. I’ll explain in a minute,” Casey tells him, taking the cap off the syringe. Severide grabs the syringe out of his hand and holds it away from the other lieutenant.
“You’re doing drugs?!? What the hell Casey! Is this why you got Andy killed?!? You were high?!?” Severide shouts, quickly attracting the rest of the station.
“Sev, please! I need that back!” Casey says, already feeling his throat closing up.
“So you can get high and get the rest of us killed?!? I don’t think so!” Kelly yells, waving the syringe around. Casey looks behind Severide and sees his crew looking at him with a mix of disbelief, anger and betrayal.
“I’m not doing drugs! Just give it back! I’ll explain when I’m done!” Casey yells reaching for the syringe. He can feel his body starting to burn and he knows the hives are coming soon. It’s already hard to breathe, let alone carry on a conversation.
“Bullshit! If you’re not doing drugs then what the hell is this?!?” Severide asks, stepping back when Casey reaches for it again.
“Answer the question, Lieutenant,” Hermann snaps, stepping forward with his arms crossed.
“It’s my epipen and I need it right now!” Casey chokes out before his throat closes up and he passes out, falling to the ground. Kelly reads the label on the syringe and finds out that it is in fact an epipen.
“Oh shit,” Severide mutters as he quickly takes the epipen and jabs it into Casey’s thigh.
“Somebody get Shay and Dawson!” Herrmann shouts, kneeling beside the two lieutenants. Cruz runs off and returns a few seconds later with the chief and the two paramedics in tow.
“Mills, there’s an epipen in the second drawer of my desk,” Chief Boden says and the candidate runs off only to return a few seconds later, epipen in hand. The chief takes it and jabs it into the firefighters thigh, next to the other one.
“Dawson! Shay! Get the stretcher over here!”
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Casey wakes up in the hospital a bit later and groans when he tries to move.
“You’re awake!” Severide says, smiling at him. Casey turns to look at him and is immediately reminded of why he was in the hospital.
“Get out.”
“What?” Kelly asks, his smile faltering.
“Out!” Casey snaps, the memory of the other lieutenants accusations too fresh in his mind. Severide glares at him and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
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