One With the Ice Pack On Her Face - Sylvie Brett x Shay!Cousin!Fem!Reader
A/n: So reader leaves Chicago when Shay dies, appears in Molly’s almost 7 years later with a black eye - mentions of violence, past-character death
“Okay, you’ve been staring off in that direction for five minutes now, somebody catch your eye?” Stella enquired, distracting Brett from where she had been staring.
“Uh? What’s uh?” Foster enquired, turning her head to try spot who Brett had been looking at.
“Try the hottie with the icepack on her face.” Vanessa Rojas pointed out, leaving Stella and Foster to glance at you.
“Why does she have an icepack on her face? Does she need medical assistance? Brett, get over there-” Stella began before Severide walked over.
“Who needs medical assistance?” Severide asked, following Stella’s nod.
“Oh my god, Casey, look.” Severide nudged Casey in the arm, leaving him to put down his beer as he spotted you.
“Oh my god, what, what is she doing here? I thought she hated Chicago!” Casey retorted, getting up to get a better look at you.
“Okay, first who are we talking about-”
“Shay’s cousin, Y/n. She left Chicago after Shay died. Let’s go find out why she’s here and why she has an ice pack on her face.” Severide explained to Stella, leaving Casey to nod in agreement before they went over.
“Uhh... Brett, go over and offer medical assistance-” Stella replied, leaving Foster to nudge Brett out of her seat.
“Who are we looking at?” Kim enquired, leaving Vanessa to gesture towards where you were standing and talking with Severide and Casey.
“Yeah, she’s cute.” Kim offhandedly replied, leaving Ruzek and Atwater to stare at her for a moment, the stare increasing as Hailey nodded in agreement.
You paused in sipping your drink through the metal straw you’d brought to look up at who was talking to you.
“Kelly? Casey? You look... old, why do you both look so old? I’m joking, it’s just been... almost 7 years?” You chuckled, sipping your drink.
“Something like that...” Severide chuckled, glancing at Casey who just looked so confused for a moment.
“What can I say? I’m adorable, like 2% of the time.” You grinned before you spotted the blonde who had been watching you a while ago approaching.
“Someone call for a paramedic?” You could hear the seriousness in her joke, her gaze directly on the ice pack on your face.
“Yeah, what did you do, get hit in the face by a kid throwing a snowball?” Kelly joked before his smile fell as you removed the ice pack.
“Actually, it was an adult human’s fist... an adult human threw their fist into my face.” You explained, trying to ignore the concerned looks you were getting from the three of them.
“Brett, Sylvie Brett. I think you should get your eye checked out, do you have a doctor here in Chicago?” Brett asked, leaving you to pause as you thought about it.
“I think it was either Lakeshore or Chicago Med? I remember that one blew up, I remember reading the news article anyway...” You replied, tensing as Brett’s hand went to your chin so you’d look at her and so she could get a better look at your eye.
“You mentioned an adult human fist, who did this to you?” Brett’s question had you gasping slightly, the seriousness of her tone plus her hand under your chin had your ears feeling like they were burning.
“Yeah, I’d like to know the answer to that too, maybe CPD-”
“Doesn’t matter? You have a black eye-” Casey began, leaving Brett to intervene.
“Possible fracture but you need to go to a doctors, also, you can’t drive in your condition, you could lose consciousness or your vision in that eye temporarily.” Brett stated replied, leaving you to just nod.
“I walked here anyway.” You brushed off, stepping away from the bar to leave Molly’s when you felt a hand on your forearm.
“I’ll drive you.” Brett stated, leaving you to stare at her for a moment before sighing, eventually nodding at her statement..
“I’m not arguing as I don’t think I have a choice.”
“You’re right, you don’t, nobody in their right mind would let you walk around in the dark, injured or not.” Severide replied, watching as you slid a $10 note over to Stella.
“Keep the rest. Okay, Brett, Sylvie Brett, are you ready to go? Your friends are watching like this is some TV show.” You asked, leaving Brett to hesitate as she turned around to spot Foster, Rojas, Burgess and Kidd watching as Ruzek and Atwater pretended like they weren’t listening.
“Good grief... uh, yeah, let’s go.” Brett answered, her ears feeling like they were burning as you chuckled, moving the slightly melted ice pack to your face again, the two of you heading towards the exit.
“Which hospital did you saw you had records at?” Brett enquired as the two of you reached her car.
“Shay had my details with Kendra who was at Lakeshore but she might be at Chicago Med now?”
“We’re closer to Med, you doing okay?” Brett asked, glancing at you as she pulled at the traffic lights on red.
“Tired.” You mumbled, removing the ice pack to try glance around.
“Well, try not to doze off on me, okay? You might have a concussion.” Brett replied, taking a turn.
“Thank you. I’m sorry your evening turned into taking a stranger to the hospital.”
“Well, taking strangers to the hospital is my job, usually in an ambulance though-”
“You weren’t working tonight, so I’m still sorry.” You replied, grimacing at the lights as Chicago Med came into view.
“Brett, what are you doing here- wait, Y/n? What happened to you, what are you even doing here?”
“Hey Kendra, been a while.”
“Do you want me to drop you off at wherever you’re staying?” Brett asked as the two of you began to head back.
“Take next left. I just moved into an apartment-”
“Hey, I know this street.” Brett admitted, realising the directions you were giving her were sending her to her apartment building.
“I’m the floor below.” You replied, as Brett parked.
“Are you going to be okay?” Brett asked as the two of you headed inside the building.
“Yeah, i was cleared for concussion and it’s just a black eye, no fracture or anything, it was close though. Goodnight, Brett, Sylvie Brett.”
“Goodnight Y/n. Wait, Y/n, why did you go to Molly’s?” Brett enquired, leaving you to lean on the door frame of the entrance to your apartment.
“Shay took me to Molly’s, I wasn’t 21 at the time so Hermann gave me a carton of juice, but she told me, if I ever felt unsafe or something, to get my ass to Molly’s because the bar was ran by people she trusted. Ran by people she considered family.” You explained, leaving Brett to smile sadly.
“I never met Shay, but from what everyone’s said over the years, she was pretty amazing.”
“So are you, Brett, Sylvie Brett,” you coughed to clear your throat, eyes flicking to the wall behind Brett for a moment before you spoke again “everyone at 51...”
“How did you get the black eye?” Brett asked, leaving you to sigh.
“I saw a girl get pulled into an alley, I raised hell, the girl managed to run, I told her to go to the police and I got clocked in the face before the guy ran off in the other direction. Goodnight Sylvie.”
“Goodnight Y/n.” Brett replied, smiling softly before heading back to her apartment upstairs.
Brett paused for a moment, turning back to look at the closed door of your apartment before sighing slightly, heading back upstairs.
It was only when she put her hand in her pockets when she took her coat off that she found a slip of paper with your number on.