Hour after hour, you could hear a pin drop in the waiting room. Everybody sat on the edge of their seats waiting for news, any news on Brett. Doctors came in and out of the waiting room telling families about their loved ones. Firehouse fifty-one was temporarily out of service, due to the whole station camping out at the hospital. Waiting. Waiting. And waiting.

"Shouldn't we have heard something by now?" Inquired Mouch.

"Yeah, we should have," Foster said sadly. Another hour ticked by when the majority of the group decided to head down to the cafeteria to get some coffee.

Casey and Severide were left behind sitting a chair apart from each other.

"I'm sure Brett will be okay Casey," Serveride reassured.

"You don't know that nobody knows that." Casey breathed out. The clock continued to tick by when the rest of the group eventually made their way back to their assigned seats in the waiting room. The quiet hurt Casey on the inside; it made him feel like this was actually real and not a dream.

The cry of a cell phone eventually disturbed the quiet and its victims.

"Sorry, it's Cindy," Herman answered quickly, as he left the waiting room.

"You should all go get some sleep and go home to your families and loved ones," Casey announced.

"Sorry, but it looks like you're stuck with us till we get some news." Answered Kidd, as she patted Casey's back.

For a while, the only noise heard in the waiting room was the ever growling clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Casey suddenly turned towards Chief Boden,

"Did you call her family?" He asked urgently.

"The station will take care of that for us." Casey nodded and turned his head back to look at the clock. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Eventually, some of the waiting participants drifted off into another world, but not Casey. He couldn't close his eyes because if he did all he would see was her. Her beautiful eyes and her smile.

"Come on Brett?" He called out.

"Why her?" He thought.

"What did she do to deserve this?"

"Why not me?" If you had just walked into the waiting room not knowing what had happened, you would think she was already dead by the looks on everyone's faces. But they waited and waited.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

It got so bad that eventually every time the door opened one of their heads would pop up to see if that doctor or nurse was headed towards them. But nope, nobody came. They saw lots of doctors run past them as different codes were called and patients were brought in, but none had news on Brett; so they waited.

"This is ridiculous, we should know something by now." Called Casey.

"They'll let us know when they can, Casey," Softley called Kidd.

So many words were spoken without noise it seemed.

Tick. Tick. Tick.