“What-? Why?” Cruz asks, looking up at his lieutenant in confusion.
“Now!” Casey orders, slapping a hand over his mouth as he gags.
The conversation in the back of the truck stops abruptly as Casey gags again. Cruz pulls over just as Casey throws up, pushing the door open just in time. He leans over the edge of the truck as his stomach rebels, splattering the pavement with a watery beige substance. As soon as his stomach calms down for a minute, Casey undoes his seatbelt. He slams the door shut before stumbling around to the back of the truck. He hears the door open and shut and feels somebody coming up behind him as he throws up onto the pavement.
“Get back in the truck,” Casey orders.
“Lieutenant-,” Herrmann starts.
“No matter what, I’m still in charge. Back in the truck or you’re suspended,” Casey says, pulling rank.
Herrmann just nods, leaving a bottle of water beside Casey as he heaves again, vomit splattering the trucks tire.
Casey’s outside for nearly ten minutes, struggling to calm his stomach down. Every time he seems to get it under control, more of his stomach contents make their way up his throat. It’s at the fifteen minutes mark when he finally feels ready to get into the truck. He rinses his mouth out with the water Herrmann left for him before hopping back in the truck, slamming the door shut behind him.
“This stays here. If I hear otherwise, it’s drills all week,” Casey says before closing his eyes as his headache rages.
“Lieutenant? Do you need me to stop again?” Cruz asks uncertainly.
The men in the back of the truck exchange glances but don’t say anything. They pull up to the station a few minutes later and Casey heads into his office, closing the blinds and shutting the door.
“Should we… say anything?” Mills asks hesitantly.
“Not unless you want to do drills all week,” Cruz replies.
Mills frowns but heads to the kitchen to make lunch.
“Lunch!” Mills calls as he sets down a plate of burgers on the table. He quickly snags one before they’re all gone and takes a seat.
“Where’s Casey?” Severide asks as he digs in to the burger, frowning when he doesn’t see the other lieutenant.
Mills is about to respond when they hear retching coming from Casey’s office. Severide stands up and immediately heads towards Casey’s office, opening the door and slipping in. What he sees immediately makes his stomach twinge in sympathy. Casey’s sitting up in his bunk, vomit covering his shirt, pants and sheets. His eyes are glassy, clearly from a fever and he looks like he’s about to pass out.
“Jesus Matt,” Kelly breathes, taking in the mess.
“M’sorry,” He responds, his words slurred. Matt pales as he retches again and Severide’s about to grab the trashcan when he realizes it isn’t lined and instead watches helplessly as Matt covers the sheets in more vomit.
“Hey Matty, babe, it’s ok,” Severide says, putting a hand on his back. He can feel the heat radiating through Casey’s shirt and frowns. First things first, he needs to get Matt into some clean clothes and a clean bunk. After that, he can take his temperature and go from there.
“Hon? We need to get you into some clean clothes. Can you put your arms up for me?” Kelly asks, grabbing a clean t shirt and some CFD sweats from the desk. When he turns around, he sees his boyfriend slumped against the wall, unconscious. Severide sighs but carefully picks up the sick lieutenant and gets him into the chair. Getting the clean clothes on is a challenge but luckily he succeeds without making too much of a mess.
“Shay! Herrmann! I need a hand in here!” Severide calls through the slightly open door.
“Holy shit!” Shay blurts out when she sees the state of the room. Herrmann’s a few steps behind her and quickly backs out of the room when he sees the mess, hands up in surrender.
“I’m sending Mills in,” Herrmann says before he turns, fleeing the room.
“Let’s get him into a clean bunk,” Shay says as she takes Casey’s temperature.
“How about my office?” Kelly suggests, knowing that Casey would prefer the solitude and privacy of the officer over the other bunks.
“Sounds great,” Shay agrees as Mills steps into the room, grimacing at the smell.
“Herrmann said you needed help?” Mills says.
“Yeah. I’m going to need a hand getting Casey into my office,” Severide tells him, slightly pissed that Herrmann sent the candidate instead of one of the other firefighters who had been here longer.
“Got it,” Mills says as he loops one of the lieutenants arms over his shoulder, Severide taking the other.
They manage to get him into the main room and immediately all conversation stops as the firefighters stand up to give them a hand. Severide shoos them away and focuses on getting Casey into the office. They’re at the door to Severide’s office when Casey groans, his eyes fluttering open.
“Hey, Matty. Just relax, Shay’s going to take your temperature,” Severide tells him as he and Mills lie him down on Kelly’s bunk. Matt just groans and grabs onto Kelly’s hand, refusing to let go as Shay sticks the themometer in his mouth.
“That’s bad, right?” Severide asks, panicked.
“Nothing life threatening,” Shay assures him. Severide breathes a sigh of relief before letting out a surprised squeak as Matt pulls him onto the bunk with him. Severide tries getting up, wary of Shay and Mills.
“Stay,” Matt orders, not completely aware of what’s going on.
“Fine. But you need to take some Advil or something,” Kelly tells his boyfriend, knowing that Mills and Shay must’ve figured it out already. Matt nods in agreement and Mills sets out to get some pills.
“How long?” Shay asks, smirking as she sees Matt lie his head on Kelly’s chest and sigh in content.
“About three months,” Kelly’s answers, flushing.
“Lieutenant?” Mills says uncertainly from the doorway. In one hand he has a glass of water and in the other, two pills. Severide takes them, giving the candidate a nod of thanks. He can hear Shay saying something to Mills as he tries to persuade Matt to take the pills.
After Casey finally takes the Advil, Severide keeps his end of the deal and lays down with his boyfriend.
Boden finds them a few hours later. Matt curled up against Kelly with his head on the other lieutenants chest and Kelly with his arm around Matt protectively.
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