Bullet For You. (Halstead, Chicago PD)
Prompt: Hey can you do a jay halstead one with 52 and 76??? Thanks so much I love your work so so soooo much.
Pairing: Jay Halstead/ She. Can be read as Linstead
His heart was racing out of his chest, every breath feeling like he had just run a marathon. His hands were drenched in blood, shirt soaked through with the evidence of her gunshot wound. How could you be so stupid, He questioned. She had stepped between him and a bullet, one that surely would have killed him but better him then her.
"Jay," Will's voice pulled his attention away from staring blankly at his red stained hands. Pulling himself up from where he'd slid down the wall, he ignored the eyes of his team as he approached his brother. "It's a little touch and go right now, but we were able to remove the bullet. It all looks good right now but the next few hours are critical."
"Of course, follow me." Will motioned for Atwater to follow, knowing that Jay would need someone to lean on and no one was a better listener than him. They followed him down the hall in silence, nothing but the everyday bustle of Chicago Med and slow beeping of machines to keep them company as he tried to mentally prepare himself. But nothing could have readied him for this.
She was laying in a hospital bed, a few scratches on her cheek where he hadn't been fast enough to catch her before her hit the ground. She was hooked up to so many machines he could barely tell where one stopped and the other connected to her. It was the tube down her throat, the one he knew was making sure she kept breathing that broke him. A noise, a mix between a scream and a sob left his parted lips as he grabbed onto the nearest wall for purchase.
She had taken the bullet center mass, what should have been a through and through getting lodged between organs. He was just happy it had missed doing more than nicking them. She was bandaged at the waist, the covers pushed away to keep pressure off as blood soaked through the bandages. He knew it was normal but the stains on himself reminded him of how much she had already loss; could she bleed much more?
"Jay, she's okay. She's going to be okay." Kev soothed, grasping his friend by the shoulder and keeping him steady. The weight of his strong arms, steady hands was enough to ground Jay's shaking form enough that he could approach her bedside.
He was too afraid to touch her. Like she was wisps of cotton candy that would dissolve under his watery touch. Her skin was marred with bruises, probably from the impact and where they had, had to stick her with needles til she was both full of pain medication and new blood. He couldn't look anywhere but her closed eyes, if he did he knew he'd fall apart once more and she needed him to be strong.
His brave girl needed him to be strong so that's what he was going to do.
"Hey baby, it's me." Will slipped from the room, Atwater following suite as Jay took a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Will made a mental note to get him something comfier to sit in. "You did a really stupid thing, you know that? Taking a bullet for your dumb ass boyfriend who was too afraid to -," His breathe caught in his throat as he picked up her limp hand, kissing the soft skin, "I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”
She twitched, muscles relaxing and his heart skipped a beat. He wondered if she could hear him. If she could, she would probably smack him for waiting so long to tell her but she also understood that for people like him, it was a hard thing to say. People who had seen and lost so much, it was hard to get attached to something someone might try to steal away.
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you. I need you to have my back, I need you to snark the fuck out of me when I do something stupid. I need you to smile at me with that heartbreaking grin, make my knees weak with your kiss. I need you, and I can't be mad at you for doing this because I'm so afraid you're going to leave me. And I'm a selfish prick who needs you to be okay, so don't you give up on me. Don't you let go."
Her heartbeat spiked, a few traumatizing moments where he thought she was about to flatline. Instead the machine stabilized, her hand squeezing at his though her face remained stoic with eyes closed. He couldn't help but smile, a broken laugh leaving his lips. She was still something else, even unconscious.
She was letting him know she heard him, and that there was no chance she was giving up on herself.
this is lowkey badly written lmao but this can also be read as Linstead?
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