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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

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• Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Female!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Reader is a nurse and while she’s on duty someone man from the or goes crazy because he wants to be threaded immediately and she tries to calm him down, but he loses his mind and with a pocket knife he has he accidentally hurts her cutting her on her face after which he’s escorted out by the security. Connor and reader are together and as soon as he hears about the incident, he run to her all worried. He cleans her wound.

• Warnings: brief mention of blood, wounds, use of knife, curse words, let me know if I missed something.

• Word count: 3453.

• A/N: it’s been a while since I post and I hate how this turned out bye, please have mercy on me, university is kicking my ass and I have to study for my last exams so I’m trying to write something between lunch break and during the evening. I know it’s not so good 😭 but beside that I missed you all so much, I hope you’re all aright ❤️

A sudden noise caught your attention, making you turn your head towards the entrance of the ER.

The morning seemed relatively quiet, there were patients in the waiting room, doctors and nurses doing their normal work.

You looked around before heading towards the waiting room where you had heard the commotion and noticed a man standing in the middle of the room, a pocket knife in his hand that he was waving vehemently. He was completely out of his mind.

“I want a doctor! Now!” He shouted while all the other terrified patients started running away..

“Sir, put that knife down! Right now!” exclaimed the security guard.

“I’m fucking sick! I want a doctor right now or I’ll kill you all!”

“Sir please,” you spoke in a calm and gentle tone, taking small steps towards him, your hands clearly visible to show him you weren’t a threat, that you wouldn’t do anything to him.

“Y/Ln please stay back, I’ll take care of this,” the guard spoke but you didn’t listen. You couldn’t just turn around and walk away as if nothing was happening.

“I’m a nurse,” you continued while keeping your gaze on the enraged man, “How about you put the knife down and I call a doctor right now? You could come with me to one of the rooms while a doctor comes to examine you.”

“Stay back you bitch! I want a doctor now!” he shouted even louder than before and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Despite your outward calm, your heart was pounding with fear, especially when the man continued to wave that knife around like it was a toy. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief as you saw the last patient had run away.

“Sir, can you tell me your name please?” You continued. “Do you have your medical records with you so we can take a look at it?”

He approached you in a threatening manner and you spontaneously took a few steps back before the guard stood in front of you to protect you.

“I just called the police, you have five minutes to leave or I will have you arrested immediately.”

At those words the man seemed to get even angrier, something you hadn’t even thought was possible. You let out a scream as the man threw himself on Dave – the guard – who was taken by surprise and got hit.

You only realized what had happened afterwards. Only when you saw Dave’s white uniform shirt turn red you realized he had been stabbed.

You didn’t know what was going through your mind at that moment. You only knew you wanted to get that man off of Dave.

You lunged at him, trying to grab the knife from his hand, which allowed the attacker to take his attention off Dave for a moment, though to your detriment, since it ended up on you.

You screamed as he fell on top of you. Your hands tried to keep his arm away from you but you couldn’t stop him from cutting your cheek.

It burned like a motherfucker but it wasn’t the time to think about the pain, not when that bastard was about to kill you.

“Hey! Get off her!” You heard voices shouting and mentally sighed in relief when you no longer felt his weight on your body. You immediately moved away from him, sliding further back on the floor as you sat up, only to see Will and other doctors and nurses holding the man down and injecting what you assumed was a sedative into his arm.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Y/n! Oh god are you okay?” Will asks immediately after walking over to you and helping you up.

You nodded. “Dave… He was stabbed…”

“They already brought him in. He’s on his way to the OR.”

You looked over to where the guard had been lying and only then you realized he was indeed gone. When had they taken him away?

“Are you okay? You hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

Will’s eyes widened as he focused on your cheek. “Shit, you’re not fine. He cut your face.”

You touched your cheek and when you looked at your blood-stained fingertips, you remembered that he had actually hit you.

“It’s just a scratch, I’m fine.”

“Rhodes is going to lose his shit,” Will muttered in a low voice as he looked at your wound. “Come on, I’ll disinfect it. It doesn’t look deep enough to need stitches.”

But Will was right.

Connor really lost his shit.

After years it was no secret you two were together. Everyone knew how protective he was of you and this had often sparked jokes, pranks and teasing from your friends who did nothing but mock him for his overprotectiveness.

He was in the OR closing up a patient after a routine surgery when he heard the interns murmuring something.

“What are you whispering about?” He asked, not being able to make out what they were saying.

“Uhm…” One of them cleared their throat, “We heard there was an attack in the ER, a man with a knife went nuts.”

Connor’s eyes immediately snapped to them, the forceps and suture in his hand frozen, almost about to fall, and even though most of his face was obscured by his mask, his eyes quickly showed his emotions.

His first thought was you.

He knew you were on duty that morning and he couldn’t help but let his nerves heat up.

“Was anyone hurt?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and his hands steady as he finished stitching up the patient. There was no need to freak out. You were fine, if anything happened someone would’ve called him.

“I don’t know how many people, I just heard that a security guard was injured but they’re already treating him, he should be in surgery right now.”

Connor nodded, his throat tight as he concentrated on finishing the surgery. He tried to keep his focus solely on the patient because even though the surgery was almost over, the patient deserved nothing less than one hundred percent of his attention. He couldn’t afford to be distracted since complications were always around the corner.

“Someone page Nurse Y/Ln,” he ordered, his eyes on the patient as he stitched even though his mind was racing. He needed to hear your voice, to know you were really fine.

No one answered and there was a moment of silence. It was only a moment but to him it felt like an eternity.

“Now!” He raised his voice, letting the anger, worry, and crippling anxiety he was feeling shine through.

“Dr. Rhodes, we already tried to page her but she’s not answering,” a nurse said fearfully, terrified of his reaction.

“Fuck,” he cursed through gritted teeth. “Someone go find her then instead of standing there like idiots!”

Everyone exchanged a look and the intern who had spoken earlier immediately left the OR, running towards the emergency room. The entire hospital knew how much he doted on you, how he lived for you only, how much he loved you, how crazy he was for you, so they were all holding their breath while waiting for some kind of update.

Silence reigned in the OR, Connor didn’t bother to show the residents what he was doing, he just kept stitching the patient.

His voice was flat, almost like a robot, his hands was steady, his back straight, but only he knew how anxiety was twisting his stomach almost making him threw up. “Keep page her, I want to know where the hell my fiancée is!” was all he exclaimed.

“Nothing yet, doctor.”

“Dr. Blake went to check and he’ll be here shortly, but just take a breath, everything will be fine,” a nurse allowed herself to say and he looked up to glare at her.

“That’s my fiancée we’re talking about, my future wife, it’ll be fine only when I hear from her,” he spat venomously and she nodded – not wanting to contradict him when he wasn’t thinking clearly – before he turned his attention back to the patient.

He hated this situation.

He wasn’t giving his full attention to the surgery and he hated that.

Please god let her be okay.

Only five minutes had passed since the intern had left but to him it seemed like years went by and only when he saw him return he momentarily breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone’s faces were covered by masks but Connor only had to look into the intern’s eyes, even if only for a couple of seconds, to understand the news weren’t as good as he had hoped. He knew that look, he had used it hundreds of thousands of times to communicate unpleasant news to the patient’ families.

“Where is she?” he asked abruptly, alternating his gaze between the intern and the patient.

“She’s fine sir, doctor... She...” he paused briefly and sighed, “She was slightly hurt, but she’s fine, I swear she’s fine... She’s alert and only has a small wound. She asked me to tell you to stay calm and just focus on the surgery…”

But Connor didn’t hear anything that resident said except those three words.

She was hurt.

You had been hurt.

“Fucking hell.”

“The attacker has been sedated and handcuffed to the bed and they’re waiting for the cops,” he continued, trying somehow to reassure Connor. “Dr. Rhodes, seriously, it’s just a small graze I saw it and she’s fine you understand? She’s fine.”

He didn’t answer.

He was silent for the rest of the surgery, not saying a single word.

But as soon as he was out of the OR, Connor literally flew to the emergency room, his cap still in his hand.

He needed to see you, he needed to know you were actually fine.

“April, where’s Y/n?” he asked as soon as he got to the nurses' station.

“She’s okay, Dr. Rhodes...”

“Where the hell is my fiancée?!” He cut her off abruptly, raising his voice and not even letting her finish her sentence. He didn’t mean to be rude but he was out of his mind in that moment and didn’t care about anything or anyone that weren’t you.

She pointed to trauma room one and he ran there before she could say or do anything else. He jerked the closed curtain open and his heart stopped when he saw you sitting on the bed.

“Baby…” he breathed out as if he had taken a breath of oxygen for the first time after hours when he realized – even if it took him too many endless seconds in his opinion – that you were actually fine, you were awake, alert and looking at him with a scared expression.

“Connor, baby, I’m…” you started but it was as if he was in a state of shock. Connor seemed to have realized that Will was there only after endless moments and that he was taking care of the wound on your face.

“Will, I’ll take care of it now, thanks,” he spoke, his eyes never leaving yours. Will nodded, realizing it was time to leave the two of you alone, and tossed away the gauze he was using to clean your wound before leaving the room, closing the curtain again.

“Baby I swear I’m fine, it’s just a little scratch…”

He came closer and before he could say something his arms were already around your body and he was holding you close to his chest. He hugged you so tightly as if it was the first time in years that he saw you again.

He felt your arms return his hug, rest on his back and caress him gently and it was only then that he had finally regained some sense.

You were fine, you were really fine.

You were hugging him.

But he was about to collapse on the ground, his legs feeling like jelly.

“Who did this to you?” he whispered while his lips print kisses at the top of your head, deeply inhaling the scent of your shampoo as if it was oxygen and he had been deprived of it.

“I don’t know who that man was. He just… He really was out of his mind, he wanted immediate care and he wouldn’t listen to anyone. Everyone run away. We tried to calm him down but he had a knife… Dave was hurt…” you finished the last sentence with a sob, bursting into tears there in Connor’s arms, your lifeline and right that second, as he held you, you knew everything would be alright.

“Where is he? I’ll kill that son of a bitch with my own hands,” he furiously retorted and started to move away from you but you held him back by his uniform. “No, no, no please baby… Please don’t leave me, stay here with me.”

You looked at him with those big eyes of yours, filled with tears, a destroyed expression on your face and Connor held you again, squeezing his eyes closed in an attempt to stay calm and not go crazy.

“Shh, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you okay? I’m here with you. It’s okay my love, you’re okay, Dave also will be okay too,” he kept whispering as you cried in his arms.

“I was so… I was so scared…”

His heart tightened with pain as he heard your voice broken by tears. Very few other times in his life he had been so angry and all of those the times were about his father or something that had happened to you.

“I know baby but it’s over, you’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you again you hear me? You’re safe,” he kept whispering, trying to keep a sweet and calm tone even though he was shaking so much he was about to have a seizure.

He couldn’t even imagine what you felt in those moments, how scared you felt but despite this tried to stop the attacker. He hated knowing all this was happening a few steps away from him, he hated he hadn’t been there to protect you.

God only knew how he would’ve killed anyone on this planet just to prevent a single scratch from scarring you.

He pulled away from the hug and literally felt his stomach twist on itself when he saw the cut on your cheek. He stroked your hair gently, trying to calm you down.

“You were so good and so brave, I’m so proud of you baby you know that right?” He kissed your forehead, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked into your tear-filled eyes.

You nodded.

“But I’d rather you let someone else with experience do this job okay? I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, please promise me.”

“I promise.”

He kissed your forehead again, his eyes closed for a moment and stayed in that position for a while as if trying to convince himself it wasn’t just a dream.

“Now, let me take care of your wound is it okay?” He continued and you nodded. He disinfected his hands and put on some gloves.

He tried to stop his fingers from shaking but he couldn’t, he tried to convince himself it was over but he just couldn’t. It was as if his mind couldn’t really thinking about anything that wasn’t the fact he really risked to lose you, that you might’ve been in Dave’s place, that son of a bitch might’ve taken away from him.

He took a deep breath, turning his back to you so as not to make you worry even more than you already were.

Connor approached you again and gently took your face in one hand, turning your head slightly so he could observe the wound. Luckily it wasn’t deep, it didn’t even need stitches, but that didn’t make him feel any better. It was just a reminder he wasn’t there to protect you.

“It’s going to sting a little.”

“I know baby, don’t worry.”

He could feel your eyes on him as he tried to stay focused and disinfect your cheek, but he didn’t look back, he knew he’d break down and you didn’t need that after what you went through.

His free hand rested on your healthy cheek as he drew imaginary circles on your skin, completely involuntarily.

“Baby?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’re shaking,” you whispered.

He let out a small sigh before sightly stepping away and turning his back to you. His fingers were shaking and he felt terribly guilty for being the one to have that reaction, because you were the one in that horrible situation, you were the one who had faced that crazy guy and you were the one who got hurt.

But he was the one who was at risk of losing you and the thought of it took the air from his lungs, it made him unable to breathe.

Was it dramatic? Probably yes. But he didn’t care. Knowing something had happened to you was destroying him.

“Baby, hey, talk to me.”

Your sweet and gentle tone made his eyes fill with tears, but he didn’t want to cry, not right there in front of you. He felt your fingers curl around his, as if to encourage him to turn towards you again.

“C’mon, look at me,” you spoke again when he continued to pretend to look and analyze your wound.

He then met your eyes, full of concern, and he couldn’t hold back any longer, letting a tear escape down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be the one crying,” he tried to ease the tension. His heart exploded when you smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that had escaped with your thumb.

“Look at me carefully, okay?” You urged. “I’m fine, love, nothing happened…”

“I know, I know,” he smiled through silent tears, “But it literally hurts my heart to know you are in danger, even if it’s just for a second. God baby, you really don’t understand how much my existence depends on you, how much I would give my life just for you to be safe. I would die if anything happened to you and…” He sniffed. “T-the fact I wasn’t there to help you and protect you… It makes me feel so sick I can’t breathe.” He put a hand on his chest, right there where it hurt so bad. You put your hand on his as the other one continued to wipe away his tears. “I was so fucking scared.”

In response you tugged at the collar of his uniform and kissed him, both of you tasting the saltiness of your tears. “I love you so much Connor, god, I love you so fucking much. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you whispered against his lips and he kissed you again till both of you couldn’t breathe, before pulling away and hugging you again.

“I love you so much more.” Connor rested his cheek at the top of your head as he held you, constantly leaving kisses on your hair and being especially careful not to touch your bruised cheek. “I swear, I will lock you in a cellar and throw away the key for all the heart attacks you give me. How the hell do you always end up in these situations?”

You let out a small laugh, relieved that he had calmed down. “Faults of being an ER nurse, you always meet crazy people.”

“Well I’ll ask to change your department. How about gynecology? Oh wait, dermatology is even better.”

You pulled away from him, tilting your head slightly so you could look him in the face. “I know you would never do that.”

He sighed, stroking your hair and drying the tears on your face. “No, but locking yourself in a cellar? Absolutely, I can’t die of a heart attack before I’m forty.”

“Look at you Dr. Rhodes, so worried about your fiancée.”

He gave you a fake glare. “I don’t play about you baby, I think I scared the crap out of the surgical team, they probably think I’m batshit crazy now. Worrying about you is an understatement.”

You giggle, imagining the way he was barking orders and shouting in the OR. “You’re really the best thing that has ever happened to me you know that right? I’m so glad I can always count on you.”

“Always baby, I’m always with you.” He smiled softly before kissing the tip of you nose. “How about we put a band-aid on this so we can get out of here?” He then kissed your forehead and you smiled again.

“Get out of here? But our shift isn’t over yet.”

“I’m sure Goodwin will understand the circumstances, I have no other scheduled surgeries and if they need a surgeon, Dr. Latham is available. I just want to go home and hold you until you’re out of breath. Plus you’re still shaking and I want you to rest.”

You slightly smiled again and nodded, without even thinking about it twice. “I’m in, Dr. Rhodes.”

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fictionalbookworm02 · 15 hours ago

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Rewind, Remix, & Replay

What would have happened if they got together?

5x11 5x12 5x13 5x14 & 5x15 5x16 5x17 5x18 Fire-6x14 5x19 5x20 Med-3x19 5x21 5x22 6x1 Med-4x2 6x2 Med-4x3 6x3 Med-4x4 6x4 Med-4x5 6x5 Med-4x6 6x6 6x7 6x8 Med-4x9 6x9 6x10

There is now a spin-off if you want to check it out!

Will Halstead & Monique story.

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Who is a girl dad and who is a boy dad: Matt Casey, Kelly Severide, Brian Otis Zvonecek, Jeff Clarke, Sam Carver, Will Halstead, Ethan Choi, Connor Rhodes, Crockett Marcel, Jay Halstead, Adam Ruzek & Antonio Dawson?

Before I answer this I want to remind everyone that I don't currently write for Chicago Fire. I probably won't ever do reader inserts for it just because I'm not a huge fan and I feel like that show died a painful death around season 4. But I will attempt some of the headcannons that hit me the right way. This one was just too fun to pass up.

I didn't do Sam Carver-Sorry I didn't make it to season 11- I stopped at 6/7ish.

I also want to say of course I think they would be good with the other gender too. I just wanted to pick one to be fair to the question. I spent way to much time on this and made them way longer than necessary lol. Hope ya'll enjoy and thanks for the ask <3

Will Halstead: Boy Dad!

I think Will needs to have a son. I think raising a mini version of himself is exactly what the doctor ordered (pun completely intended). We all know that Will has a stubborn streak a country mile wide and that when he gets an idea in his head, he can't let it go. Could you imagine that in child form? His red headed little boy going through a stubborn streak where is sure that any green food is icky because he didn't like peas. How about when he wears his basketball shoes to bed every night of the season because he is sure if he doesn't his team will lose? A son would teach Will to be more flexible in his viewpoint because his son will challenge his- well everything. The questions his little boy will ask with have Will rethinking things he never thought to question.

The main reason I think Will needs a son is that he can heal the wounds his dad carved into him. He gets to understand the struggles of raising a child with a personality like his own. It helps him better understand his father's frustration but he also never felt more disconnected from the man. Because Will could never understand the need to make his child feel the way he did growing up. Disconnected and a disappointment. Will raises his son the way he would have wanted to be raised- with understanding, acceptance, and praise. No one is prouder of their son than Will Halstead is. And with all that love, attention, and support Will gets to see his son not only live his life but thrive in it.

Ethan Choi: Girl Dad!

I don't think that surprised anyone. Ethan is a hardass veteran. He is all structure all the time. He kept getting better as time when on but you know what would push him along and make him absolutely melt? A little girl with dark hair and lashes. He thinks he will be a strict parent-and when it comes to school and safety he is. She will learn how to protect herself and have good enough grades to do anything she wants when she graduates.

But when it comes down to the little things Ethan has a hard time saying no to his little girl. Because she is warmth and innocence. She is the biggest smiles and climbing onto his lap to cuddle. So does it really matter if her clothes don't match because she loves them. And who really cares if they have dessert before dinner on occasion. And how can anyone say no to her staying up late so that they can have father daughter time- even if it is just them rewatching Star Wars for the millionth time.

Connor Rhodes: Girl Dad!

Connor absolutely spoils his little girl- not with money- but with attention. He doesn't want a nanny or money raising his baby. From the very beginning he makes a promise not to miss a single doctor's appointment and he nearly keeps it too- an emergency trauma caused him to miss one ultrasound. He takes the full paternal leave that is offered through work to bond with his blue-eyed little girl. He barely puts her down not wanting to miss a minute. His daughter is the biggest daddy's girl. Her first word is dadda and she says it nonstop for almost a month.

When he goes back to work, he books mandatory time with his daughter. He goes to at least three tea parties a week. When she gets a little older, they share a hobby of making food. It starts out with her helping him cook and trying recipes together. When she starts forming a preference for baking the dynamic changes slightly. They teach each other recipes and are a dynamic dinner duo. There are some growing pains. Connor struggles with his little girl not needing him anymore. He has tears in his eyes when she tells him, "I will always need you daddy."

Crockett Marcel: Girl Dad! (This is also just true to the show)

Crockett cherished every moment with his little girl. When she is a newborn, he holds her constantly and lets her sleep on his chest. Then he starts using a baby wrap to carry his daughter and be hands free. The long stretchy cloth was supposed to be a gag gift and obnoxiously bright fluorescent colors with a bold feminine print, but Marcel wears it with a smile. (It was a gift from Ethan to welcome him into the girl dad club. He included a gray one too, but Marcel only wears the bright on around work and his collogues.) The constant affection because a habit and his little girl has a hard time falling asleep anywhere but daddy's chest.

Crockett is a constant picture taker as his daughter grows. He phone memory is maxed out with pictures of her. He teaches her to speak Farsi. Every important or emotion filled conversation between the two is spoken in Farsi. Every tragedy, accomplishment, argument, exciting news, heartbreak and success. There is a comfort in words and bond the word share between the pair.

Jay Halstead: Girl Dad!

Jay fully embraces being a girl dad. He dresses her in the cute girly outfits. He learned how to take care of and do her hair. He never found a braid or hairstyle he couldn't master that his little girl wanted. He even kept extra hair ties in his wallet because she was constantly loosing or breaking them. He let her paint his nails bright pink and yellow while he watched the sea hawk's game. He always got up to do the dance parties and twirl her around. He never complained about playing dress up or wearing a taira or a brightly colored feather boa. And he was always willing to give up his half of the bed so that she could cuddle up with him after a nightmare or just because she got lonely in her room by herself.

Jay is a supportive dad. He does everything in his power to give his daughter the confidence to do anything and everything that she wants to. He wants her to feel safe enough at home that she can be daring (but not unsafe) in her choices. She can go against the grain, and he will still be proud of her. He supports her when she wants to play softball instead of do ballet. Then supports her when she decides that she like science and then when she hates it. He just smiles and buys her lava soap and Gojo pumice hand cleaner when she decides to take an automotive class instead of economics. The only thing that Jay struggles to be supportive of is when his little girl starts dating. He reconned her first date he watched her twist the guys wrist back when he tried to grab her butt then storms away after giving him a piece of her mind. Jay is proud of her boundaries but feels guilty for spying- even though he didn't get caught. He stops spying on dates but can never stop himself from giving them the talk with his gun and badge on his hip (Even well into her twenties).

Adam Ruzek: Boy Dad!

Adam had a good relationship with his dad growing up. He knows what a good dad looks like. His father sacrificed a fulfilling career to be able to be there for his son. Adam struggles with not being able to do the same. He misses games and holidays. His son says he understands but it is clear in his eye that his is disappointed when Adam doesn't show. But he makes up for it because when Adam is there- his all in. He helps his son practice his slap shot and cheers the loudest at his son's hockey games, he helps him with homework (even when he doesn't understand it and has to google it, gives him advice on girls (even when he doesn't want it), and checks him when he needs it.

It takes a lot for Adam to hard check his son. His son is a good kid- even if he does tell him at 10pm that he needs a posterboard for his school project that is due the next day and it is worth 1/3 of his grade. But when his son vandalizes a store with an Asian owner to get in with the "cool" crowd Adam loses his shit. He might even be madder than the store owner. His son thinks he is kidding about the consequences- Adam is a cop surely, he can get him out of trouble. Adam makes him stay 24 hours in holding, then has to apologize to the store owner. The owner doesn't press charges. He has to clean up his mess and the rest of the store and work to pay off any damages- even those caused by his "friends", and he is grounded indefinitely. His son learns the lesson the hard way, but it sticks with the added bonus of falling for the storekeeper's daughter.

Antonio Dawson: I cheated with this one because he actually has a son and a daughter. So instead of picking I'm doing a paragraph for each.

Antonio is from a large tight knit family for better or for worse. That means for the first few months his fighting to be the one that gets to hold his little girl. He practically has to steal her from his mom, Gabby, and all the other female relatives. The only thing that is to his advantage is that his little girl loves him. Whenever she sees him she is always saying and reaching for daddy. She is a beautiful, happy baby with dark curls and brown eyes. Antonio buys a new gun and then another, and then another. He figures he will need them all by the time she finally finds someone worthy of her to settle down with.

Antonio raises his son with the expectation that someday he will be the man of the house. He wants his son to know responsibility and how to take care of himself and other. To stick up not only for himself but for others that can't. He teaches his son to be aware (but not fearful) of his surroundings. Antonio's son takes all of it to heart. When Antonio gets a call that his son had laid out a bully for teasing a shy bookish girl. Antonio doesn't scold his son whose suspension ends up being more of a vacation. He just asks if he put his weight behind it and pats his son on the shoulder when he said he had. When the shy girl starts coming over to help his son with his homework almost every day, he isn't surprised to walk in on them making out on his couch. He is, however, surprised when his son brings her to his boxing gym to show off and that shy little girl throws one hell of a punch.

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz: Girl Dad! (I added this one)

When he finds out that you are pregnant Mouse is afraid when he finds out that the baby is a girl, he is terrified. His daughter is so small and fragile. When she is placed gently in his arms his world changes. He has spent enough time at war to know that it is always the woman and girls that are at most risk. How could he possibly protect her from everything when there were so many bad people in the word. Mouse dotes on his little girl but keeps her close. He has worries that civil fathers don't. When she becomes weary of other people and children at age two clinging to his leg he wonders if it was his fear that was passed onto her. Even when people assure him that it was the typical age for stranger danger. Mouse painstakingly (and with Jay's help) starts to change his behavior. He doesn't want his little girl to have the anxiety and hypervigilance that he has to deal with. As Mouse eases up he watches his little girl's personality bloom.

She gets downright spunky. She is curious too. She learns technology with a swift ease. She spends a good deal of time on her daddy's lap and the clicking of a keyboard is relaxing. Mouse had found that it could help put her to sleep even on her crankiest days. He doesn't scold her when she starts taking things apart to put them back together. And while he does help and assist, he swears his daughter picks up most of her coding knowledge from just watching him. As she gets older he starts hacking her computer and phone to leave her cute little messages. When she is a teenager, she finally manages to hack his highly secured system back (She had the advantage of him being the one who taught her) When she goes to Tech school she is leaps and bond ahead of her classmates. Nobody is surprised when she ends up on government watch list and is soon offered a job. They want her on their side.

Matt Casey: Boy Dad!

Matt's son is his little buddy. Matt has wanted a baby for so many years that he is ecstatic when last little bundle is put in his arms. He does everything he can with his son and his son wants to do everything he does. He is his son's idol. He always wants to be at the fire house. He dresses up as a firefighter for Halloween for five years straight as kid.

Matt tries unsuccessful to keep his sons interested broad. He wants his son to at least consider other options, maybe going to college. His son is hellbent on going on being a firefighter. And Matt stops pushing after he threatens to go to the police academy instead. His son excel at during his training and Matt is so proud when his son graduates the academy.

Kelly Severide: Boy Dad!

Kelly's son is a mini version of him. Full of energy, testosterone, and charm. Kelly raises him with good manners, treat woman right, and to be respectful of authority. He also teaches him to question and act when the authority isn't doing their job, or something doesn't make sense of needs to be changed. Kelly's son is popular and plays football. Kelly goes to every game, and he know his son has a real chance at football scholarship but knows he is does not want to further his education and that he wants to follow in Kelly's footsteps to be a firefighter.

Kelly's son is a player. He goes through the girls in his high school (and multiple others). Kelly doesn't say anything- how could he when he had his own Casanova phase that took up a large portion of his life. His son should have fun as long as he is using protection. His son never brings any of them home for him to meet. None can seem to hold his son fickle attention. When his phone rings at midnight he expects a slurred request for a pickup not a fully sobered "I found her."

Jeff Clarke: Girl Dad!

Jeff's daughter is his princess. She is a tenderhearted happy little girl. He calls her the light of his life. They live in Hawaii, so everything is a slower pace. Jeff gets to enjoy the time with his daughter with nothing to rush him. They spend hours in the sun and on the beach playing in the sandy and splashing in the waves.

When his daughter is five, she demands to learn how to surf after a friend takes her out on their board. Jeff thinks it might be a phase- her just wanted to do it because she sees it every day. It becomes apparent very quickly that isn't the case. His little girl loves the ocean and asks him to go nearly every day. Jeff does one better than just taking her and learns how to surf too so they can do it together. He isn't great and she is much better, but she loves going out with him. He just loves seeing her so happy and at peace. It doesn't hurt that it he can keep an eye on the surfer boys that get more and more interested in her as she not only gets older but better on her board.

Brain "Otis" Zvonecek: Boy Dad!

Otis is a nerdy dad. He is the dad that does the Starter Pokémon test when he started to crawl (Charmander) and pick his Hogwarts house (Hufflepuff). Otis starts him young on all the classic movies and shows. Otis buys Legos for the two of them to build together (way before his old enough to really help. Otis reads to his on every night that he gets to put him to sleep. They start with short stories but as he gets older, they quickly switch to chapter books and Manga.

Otis doesn't know what to do when his son starts having trouble in school. When he is told that his son has a learning disability, he doesn't know what to do. Otis never had a hard time with academics he blew through his classes without much effort. He can see the absolute frustration in his sons face when he is struggling to read. Otis tries to help but his son, but it only seems to create more friction making the problem even bigger. The break though comes when Otis finds out his son's anger is a cover for his embarrassment and feeling like a disappointment. When his son accuses him of thinking he is stupid Otis' heart shatters. His eyes are water when he tells his son that he is one of the smartest people he knows- he just learns different his son breaks down and hugs him tightly.

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fictionalbookworm02 · 15 hours ago

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One Chicago Masterlist

Fire

Kelly

Missed Call

Firefighter Next Door

Cereal Aisle Meet Cute

Pizza Party

Jay

Backup

Slip and Fall

Med

Connor

Lunch Date Gone Wrong

Too Much Coffee

Will

Ice

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fictionalbookworm02 · 15 hours ago

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Firefighter Next Door

Reader knocks on Kelly's door when she needs help.

WC: 1000 give or take

A/N: the ending blows. Sorry. {shrug}

Releasing your grip on the towel around your finger, you knocked rapidly on the door. “Please be home,” you mumbled to yourself, resuming your grip on your injured finger.

Just as you were about to retreat back to your apartment, the door cracked open. You tried to wave awkwardly with both hands. “Hi.”

“Uh, hi,” he greets, clearly surprised to have company.

You tried to smile but it felt forced. “Um, so, I cut my finger. It was bleeding a lot and I think it needs stitches but I can't drive and keep it from bleeding everywhere. I don't think a finger warrants calling 9-1-1 but I’m also new in town and don't really have a friend, or anyone, I can call. Maybe it's not actually that bad. I'm a little squeamish and honestly I thought I was gonna pass out from the blood on my counter. Sorry, I'm totally rambling. Um, I shouldn't have come. Maybe I should just–”

“Okay. Take a breath.” He pushed open the door further.

You stop talking as he interrupts. “Yeah, sorry. I'll just go.”

“No.” He drops a hand on your forearm to stop you from turning away. “You picked the right door. I'm a firefighter. I can help but you need to take a deep breath before you pass out. You're hyperventilating.”

“Oh.” You manage to take a couple deep breaths and suddenly you feel a bit calmer.

“Good. Come in,” he shifts to give you room to pass. He leads you into the kitchen. “Grab a seat. I'll grab my first aid kit.”

You sat as he instructed. Then you decided to check if your finger was still bleeding. As soon as you unwrapped it, you were overcome with dizziness and nausea. You swayed on the chair and grasped the table with your good hand in an attempt to stay upright.

“Woah, easy.” He gently grabbed your shoulders, helping you stay seated. He slid his right hand down to your wrist and pressed his index and middle fingers into the pulse point there. He seemed satisfied as he pulled his hands away and started to open the first aid kit. “Let me take a look.”

“I'm Y/N, by the way. I'm really sorry to bother you so early.”

“Kelly,” he smiled. “It's no problem. Feel free to come knock on my door any time. For the record though, cutting yourself and not being able to drive yourself to the ER is a completely warranted reason to call 9-1-1. It's what it’s there for.”

“Just what I need. Call 9-1-1 to have someone come out on a band-aid for me,” you chuckled.

“Actually this is pretty deep. You're going to need stitches. I'll clean and bandage it for you. Then you can drive.”

“Oh, uh, okay…” you tried to take another deep, calming breath. “T-thanks.”

“Or if you would rather, I can drive you,” he offered.

You tried to hide the relief you felt. But guilt stopped you from accepting. “No. It– it's okay. I can't ask that.”

His eyes scanned over you, carefully assessing. “You didn't ask. I offered. Honestly, on second thought, you look a little pale. Please, let me take you.”

This time you sighed in relief. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Did you rinse this under water?”

You shook your head. “No. I just grabbed a paper towel to stop the bleeding.”

“That's okay.” He stood and grabbed your elbow. “Come here. Let's rinse it before I wrap it.” He steadied you as you stood and kept his hand on your arm as he led you to the sink.

You tried to continue taking deep breaths as he turned the water on. Kelly met your eyes and you realized you'd been staring.

“Just keep looking at me. Don't look at your hand and it'll be over before you know it.”

You nodded and kept your eyes locked on his shoulder as he shifted his focus back to your hand.

A minute later, Kelly had sat you back down on the stool and was patting your finger dry with some gauze. Then he wrapped it carefully.

“Thanks,” you smiled at him.

He squeezed your forearm lightly. “No problem. Do you need to grab anything before we go?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I need my purse and to lock my apartment.”

He grabbed his keys. “Do you need help or should I wait in the hall?”

Standing, you waited to see if you got dizzy. When you didn't, you followed him to the door. “I don't need help but you can come in.” You walked across the hall and pushed your door open. You headed to the couch to grab your purse. When you turned around you caught sight of the blood on the kitchen counter and had to fight back nausea.

“Woah.” Kelly was at your side before you knew what happened. “Just breathe.”

You closed your eyes and took a couple deep breaths. Opening your eyes, you realized you were leaning against Kelly. “I'm good. I think.”

“Anything else you need to grab?” he asked.

“Uh, just the jacket by the door.”

“Okay. Close your eyes.” You did as he asked and he led you to the door. “Open.”

When you opened the coat rack was right in front of you. You chuckled. “Thanks.” Grabbing the zip up hoodie, you walked back into the hall. Kelly pulled the door closed and moved so you could lock it.

Walking down to his car, his hand never left your lower back. It seemed he wasn't sure you wouldn't fall over left to your own devices. He led you to the passenger door and pulled it open for you then closed it once you were inside.

“You moved in almost a month ago, right?” he asked as he backed out of the parking spot.

“Yeah. I actually tried to come over and introduce myself once but no one answered the door.”

He nodded. “Sorry about that. I could have been at work.”

“How long have you been a firefighter?”

He flashed you a cocky smirk. “Since the day I was born.”

“Wow.” You couldn't help but to laugh. “Smooth.”

“Are you new to Chicago or just to the building?” He asked changing the subject.

“Just the building,” you explained. “I was born and raised here. My old building got bought out by some corporation that's building new luxury condos.”

You talked for a couple more minutes and then Kelly was pulling into a visitor parking lot.

“You can just drop me off at the door.”

Kelly raised an eyebrow. “Then how are you gonna get home?” He was already out and moving to open your door before you could answer.

“Uh, I can call an Uber.” You felt your cheeks heat with a blush. “Which I'm just now realizing that I could have done that to get here rather than intruding on your morning.”

He took your hand and helped you out of his car. “I really don't mind. Besides, Ubers generally don't appreciate gushing wounds.”

You swallowed hard against the lump in your throat at his words and shuddered. “I don't appreciate that either.”

He chuckled. “Sorry.”

He led you into the ED and stayed with you for the entire two hours you spent waiting and getting stitched up. He even held you hand while Dr. Halstead had been working on your hand.

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fictionalbookworm02 · 15 hours ago

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Pizza Party

Kelly x reader

WC: 1200 or so

A day late for @hurtcember day 14 Near Death

Movement on the apron caught Joe’s attention. He looked over to spot two legs and a mountain of pizza boxes.

“Someone order lunch?” said a feminine voice from behind the tower of cardboard.

Kelly looked up just in time for her to poke her head out to the side of her stack. “Hey, you! I didn't know you were coming by today.” He stood and took half the stack to hand off to Joe before taking the rest himself.

After leaning in for a quick kiss, she explained. “I was bored. Figured I'd bring some lunch.”

Capp chimed in from his spot at the squad table. “How many people are you planning to feed?”

Y/N laughed. “Too much pizza is always best. Who doesn't love leftovers?”

They headed inside and toward the kitchen. “Lunch!” she announced loudly. “I've got deep dish, thin crust, meat lovers, veggie lovers, pineapple, and one extra cheese.”

There were cheers and chair legs scraping across the floor as everyone quickly lined up to get the pizza.

Mouch scoffed. “Who eats plain cheese?”

Kelly laughed as he wrapped his now free arm around Y/N. “She does. The pineapple one is also for her.”

“I'm with her on that one.” Mills chimed in, “Pineapple on pizza is good.”

“Yes! Thank you!” She lifted her hand for him to high five. “But don't eat it all. It's my dinner for later, too.”

As everyone started to settle at the table with their food, Sylvie entered. “Hey! Severide didn't tell us you were coming today.” She pulled Y/N into a firm hug.

“He didn't know. I decided to surprise everyone,” she explained, squeezing Sylvie tight.

They both made a plate and sat down at the table with everyone. She picked the spot next to Kelly and he leaned over and kissed her.

“Thanks for coming. Love you.”

“I love you, too.” Y/N smiled at him.

An hour later, as Y/N began to combine pizzas into fewer boxes, she wobbled as she was overcome with light headedness. She grasped the counter to steady herself.

Nearly instantly, Kelly was at her side. “You alright?”

She nodded. “I think so. Just got a little woozy.”

Kelly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “How about we go sit down for a minute.”

She took a step toward the couch then collapsed. Kelly caught her in time to prevent her from hitting the ground. “Whoa, hey, Y/N!”

Mills was beside him a moment later. “Lay her down.”

Once Kelly had laid her gently on the floor, Peter leaned down to check her breathing then pressed his fingers to her neck to check her pulse. “No pulse. Brett!”

Sylvie was already running toward the ambulance for the jump bag and monitor.

“No, no, no. You stay with me, Y/N.” Kelly pleaded, taking her hand in his. “You hear me?” He watched in horror as Peter started chest compressions.

Sylvie was back quickly and kneeling beside Kelly. “I need you to back up so we can work.”

Matt bent down and grabbed Kelly’s shoulder to pull him away. “They've got her.”

“What the hell even just happened?” Kelly wiped tears off his face. “She was just fine and then–” He couldn't even finish his sentence.

Sylvie had hooked her up to the monitor and defibrillator pads while Peter continued compressions. “Stop compressions.”

“Still no pulse,” Peter announced.

“She's in v-fib,” said Sylvie. She pressed a button to charge the defibrillator. “Clear.”

When she pressed the button to discharge the shock, Y/N arched off the ground and Kelly squatted like he could manage to stay standing any longer.

Peter watched the monitor. “Still in v-fib.” He resumed compressions. “Let's try again.”

Sylvie nodded. “Charging to 360. Clear.”

Peter raised his hands as Sylvie discharged another shock.

The monitor beeped. Slowly at first then quicker and the entire room breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sinus rhythm,” Sylvie pointed out.

Peter nodded. “Pulse is strong. Let's get her to Med.”

As they lifted her to the stretcher, she groaned. Kelly ran a hand softly over her head. “Can you open your eyes, sweetheart?”

She whimpered. “Ow.”

“What hurts?” Sylvie asked.

She slowly opened her eyes. Looking around she frowned, “What happened?”

Kelly brushed hair back from her face. “You collapsed. Mills and Brett are going to take you to the hospital.”

“Why does my chest hurt?”

They all headed towards the ambulance as Kelly explained. “Uh, your heart stopped. They had to do CPR.”

“What?” She gaped at him.

“It's going to be okay,” Kelly tried to soothe. “The doctors will figure out what happened. Just try to relax.”

They quickly loaded her into the ambulance and Peter headed to the front to drive. Kelly held her hand tightly, like he was afraid to let go.

Sylvie was sitting beside Kelly. She started an IV and wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm. Finally, she placed a nasal cannula in her nose for oxygen.

Y/N took a deep breath trying to calm herself and winced.

“What's the matter?” Kelly asked.

“It hurts to breathe.” She whimpered. “Kel, I'm scared.”

“I know. You'll be okay,” he said. “Connor will figure out what happened.”

Sylvie twisted a syringe into the IV port. “I'm giving you some fentanyl for the pain. That should help, okay?”

Almost instantly she felt some relief from the chest pain.

A moment later, they pulled up to the emergency entrance and the back doors were pulled open.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Connor greeted as he helped unload you. “What happened?” The question was directed at Sylvie.

“Sudden cardiac arrest. Nothing happened, she just collapsed,” Sylvie explained, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. She gave a run down of vitals and advised that she'd given fentanyl before Y/N was shifted to the hospital bed.

“Okay. Let's get a CBC, BMP, cardiac enzymes, 12-lead EKG, and a chest x-ray,” Connor ordered.

The next few hours went by in a whirlwind of pokes and tests and nurses with vitals checks. Kelly was sitting beside her bed holding her hand while she fought the pull of sleep.

“I'm so tired.”

He ran a hand over her head and kissed her forehead. “Get some rest. I'll wake you if Connor comes back with anything.”

“I–I'm scared to fall asleep.”

He squeezed her hand. “You can sleep. I promise you're safe. I won't let anything happen to you.”

Before she could succumb to sleep, Connor came into the room. “Well, I have the answer. You have something called long QT syndrome,” he started to explain. “We need to run a few more tests tomorrow so we can figure out what the best course of treatment is. So for now, we’ll get you moved up to a room and you just get some rest.”

“What kind of treatments?” she asked.

“Medication or an implanted defibrillator or some combination.”

When he left you started googling on your phone. Kelly stole your phone from your hand. “That's never a good idea. Just get some sleep, okay?”

She sighed. “Fine. I'll try.” Trying to get comfortable, she closed her eyes trying to get some sleep before another round of testing.

The last thing she heard was Kelly whispering, “Thank you for not leaving me.”

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fictionalbookworm02 · 15 hours ago

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Cereal Aisle Meet Cute

Kelly x reader

WC: 810

Requested fill

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You were walking down the cereal aisle trying to finish your grocery shopping as quickly as possible. About an aisle and a half ago you'd started feeling nauseous and it was only getting worse.

The further you walked the more you felt like you were struggling to drag your feet any further.

Next, you noticed a building headache and the shakes. The jittery feeling was what had you remembering you'd barely eaten breakfast in your rush to get out of the house.

Before you could decide what to do next, your vision was tunneling and you felt like you were spinning then it was dark.

Opening your eyes, you were greeted by concerned green eyes looking down at you. You quickly realized you were laying on the floor. “Oh, no.” This had to be the most embarrassing moment of your life. You tried to sit up but the stranger stopped you.

“Don't move,” he ordered. He was pressing something to your forehead.

“I'm fine.” You tried to argue.

He looked like he didn't believe you. “You hit your head pretty hard when you fell. Let me check for a concussion first.”

You snorted. “What are you, a doctor?”

Flashing you a cocky smirk, he shook his head. “No, I'm a firefighter. My name is Kelly, what's yours?”

You introduced yourself as you realized you'd been staring at him.

He let go of the pressure on your head and placed his fingers in both of your hands. “Can you squeeze my fingers?”

You did as he asked while arguing, “I really am fine. I think I just didn't eat breakfast… low blood sugar.”

He nodded, guiding you hand to hold the cloth, or maybe a napkin, against your forehead. “Follow my finger.”

Again, you did as he asked.

He pulled his phone out his pocket and turned on the flashlight. He shined the light in your eyes and pain exploded across your head. “Ouch. Jesus, why did that hurt so much?”

“Because you have a concussion. I'm going to call you an ambulance.”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “Is that necessary? I really think I'll be fine.”

“That gash in your head is probably going to need stitches and you have a concussion. You need a head CT to check for a brain bleed,” he explained.

“Oh.” Suddenly you were trying not to panic. You couldn't bleed to death in a cereal aisle. That had to be the most embarrassing death possible.

“Hey, just breathe,” Kelly soothed, pulling your attention back. “It's not likely but there is a small possibility, best to be safe.” He dialed as held the phone up to his ear quickly giving your location and explaining what happened.

Now knowing how bad this could be, you were trying not to panic. You could feel yourself starting to wheeze with quick breaths.

“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Just follow me.” He grabbed your hand and pressed it to his chest. He took exaggerated deep breaths for you to follow.

“Is there anyone you want me to call to meet you at the hospital?” he asked, possibly in an attempt to distract you.

You shook your head. “No. I just moved here six months ago.” You tried to take a deep breath. “The only people I know are my coworkers.”

By the time you'd calmed down the paramedics were there. They greeted Kelly like they were best friends and something about that helped you to finally relax.

You weren't sure when you'd grabbed onto Kelly's hand but as they rolled you out of the store you realized you were squeezing it hard. You eased the pressure off and quickly apologized to him.

“Squeeze all you need to, I can take it.” He winked at you and let go of your hand as the medics loaded the stretcher into the ambulance. He climbed in and sat beside you taking your hand once more.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

“Riding to the hospital with you,” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing.

“You don't have to do that. I'm sure you have better things to do with your day.”

“Unless you want me to leave, I don't have anything else to do. You shouldn't have to be alone.”

You sighed a breath of relief. “Thanks.”

Eight Months Later

Kelly walked into the bedroom where you were getting ready to go grocery shopping with him. He leaned close and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Did you eat breakfast? I don't need you fainting on me at the store.”

Rolling your eyes, you grumbled. “One time and you never live it down.”

He just chuckled as he pulled you into a hug. “I'll stop teasing you… some day.”

“Sure, you will.” You pull him in and kiss him. “I don't regret that skipped breakfast. It's the reason I met you.”

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fictionalbookworm02 · 15 hours ago

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Missed Call

Kelly Severide x reader

745 words

Written for @whumpcember, no warnings.

She woke from a dead sleep to an obnoxious alarm. Blindly smacking the top of her night stand, she searched for her clock. After two hits, the sound droned on. She finally realized that was not her alarm clock.

That was the fire alarm.

Suddenly, she registered the smell of smoke in the air. She was out of bed seconds later. Grabbing her phone and robe, she opened her bedroom door and was greeted with even more smoke.

She was thankful she didn't see any flames. She moved to the apartment door and felt the door with the back of her hand. When it was cool to the touch, she yanked it open and looked out into the hallway.

There were huge flames engulfing the hallway between her doorway and the stairs. She was trapped.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried not to panic. She closed the door and went back toward her room, away from the smoke. SItting on the floor at the foot of the bed, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and unlocked it with shaky fingers.

She pulled up Kelly’s contact and pressed the call button. As it rang, it occurred to her that she probably should have called 9-1-1 first. The call rolled over to his voicemail and she prayed that it was because he was on his way here. She hung up and called 9-1-1 then explained that there was a fire and the apartment number she was trapped in.

As she waited, more and more smoke crawled under the door. Her eyes burned and she started to cough harshly.

Just as she started to feel lightheaded and short of breath the bedroom door swung open. “Y/N!”

“K-Kelly,” she coughed again. “You're here.”

He knelt down beside her. “Of course I'm here. I gotcha. Can you walk?”

She nodded and allowed him to help pull her to her feet. She coughed yet again and swayed on her feet. “Whoa. Maybe not.”

Kelly picked her up easily. He quickly made his way out of the building with her and then set her on the stretcher. She grabbed Kelly’s hand and squeezed.

Sylvie placed an oxygen mask over her face as Violet pushed her towards the ambo. Kelly walked beside them as the loaded her up.

As Kelly started to climb into the back of the ambo, he looked back and spotted Boden. Boden only nodded his acknowledgment that Kelly was riding along to the hospital.

She maintained her death grip on Kelly’s hand all the way there and on the way into the ED. He tried to let go as they pushed her into the treatment room. “No. Stay with me. Please.” Her momentary panic sent her into a coughing fit.

He ran a hand over her head. “Okay, I'm right here. Just breathe.”

Crockett came in a moment later. “How’re we doing this evening?”

She rolled her eyes as he pulled out his stethoscope. “Peachy. Just peachy.”

“Can you try to take a deep breath for me?” Crockett asked.

She obliged, managing two before a cough.

Crockett turned to April. “Can you get a chest x-ray, CBC, and a carboxyhemoglobin. Then start a neb treatment with albuterol.” She nodded in acknowledgment. “Alright, guys,” he turned back to her and Kelly, “I'm going to run some tests and I'll be back shortly.”

“Thanks,” said Kelly.

Half an hour later, she had finished the breathing treatment and was starting to feel a bit better. Crockett came back and repeated his exam.

“Everything looks okay but we are going to keep you at least until tomorrow just to make sure. Sound like a plan?”

“I mean, I would rather sleep in my own bed,” she joked. “But I think I can survive one night.”

A short while later, they had her settled into her own room and Kelly had settled into the seat beside her bed. He pulled his phone out to check messages and let everyone know how she was doing.

“I missed a call from you.”

Glancing over at him, she nodded. “Uh, yeah. I might have called you before 9-1-1. I panicked and I just wanted you to come. I'm so glad you found me.”

“I will always find you.” He kissed her forehead. “I'm just glad you're okay. I swear I about had a heart attack when I heard that address over the intercom.”

“Let's never do this again.” She laughed.

“Deal.”

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fictionalbookworm02 · 15 hours ago

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Slip and Fall

Jay x reader

WC: 1200 roughly

For @hurtcember day 17 Concussion

You stood in the shower letting the warm water run down your back. You knew you were going to have to get out soon as the water started to cool.

When the water started to get uncomfortably cold, you turned it off and ran your hands over your head to ring the water out of your hair. Throwing your hair over your head and bending forward you grabbed the towel to wrap your hair.

Then you stood back up and swayed with lightheadedness. You took a step out of the tub and missed your footing. Before you knew what happened, you were on the floor and in pain.

Jay had just dropped his keys on the entry table when he heard a loud crash. “Y/N?” He yelled. Trying not to panic when he got no response, he headed toward the noise.

He was quickly in front of the closed bathroom door. He knocked and called your name again. “Are you okay?”

The only response he heard was a muffled whimper through the door.

“I'm coming in,” he announced as he turned the knob. He pushed the door open to find you sprawled on the floor. “Oh, my god.” He immediately slid to your side on his knees.

“Jay?” You asked, trying to figure out what had happened.

“I'm right here. Are you okay?” His eyes scanned over you looking for obvious signs of injury.

“Uh, yeah. I think so.” You reached out a hand. “Help me up.”

With one hand in yours and the other behind your neck, he pulled you into a seated position and leaned you against the tub. “What happened?”

“Um, I must have slipped. I was getting out of the shower and then I was on the floor,” you explained.

“Are you sure you're okay? Does anything hurt?” He pulled off the towel that was barely still holding your hair and ran his hands over your head. He turned your head to inspect a spot near your temple that was already turning purple.

“My head actually does and my knee a tiny bit.”

He looked at your knee quickly before his eyes locked back on your head. “Your knee looks okay. But I don't really like this bump.” He locked eyes with you. “Let's get you up.”

“Okay. Help me.” You offered him your hands when he stood and he pulled you to standing. You grabbed onto his shoulder to steady yourself.

He grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Dizzy?” he asked.

“Just a little.”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead near the forming bruise and swelling. “We're going to go see Will.”

You pouted. “I'm fine. I don't want to.”

“Baby, you hit your head really hard,” he argued. “Please let me take you to get checked out.”

You sighed. “Okay, fine.”

Jay helped you get dressed and slipped on your shoes for you. “Does it hurt to walk on your knee?” he asked.

Shaking your head, you answered, “No. It's just kind of achy like it's gonna be bruised.”

He offered you his hand. “Let's go.”

Fifteen minutes later, Jay was pulling into the visitor parking outside the ED at Med. He kept an arm around you as you made your way inside and to the nurses station.

Maggie greeted you both. “Hey, guys. What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Mags. Is Will around?” Jay asked.

“Yeah. He is in treatment four with a patient but he should be done in a minute,” she explained, gesturing toward the room.

Jay nodded. “Y/N took a tumble getting out of the shower. She hit her head pretty hard. I wanted him to check her out.”

You waved. “Yep, full klutz… that's me.”

“Oh, sweetie. Ouch,” she cringed sympathetically. “Just head into treatment one right here and I'll send him in.”

Within a few minutes of settling in the bed, Will pushed back the curtain. His eyes swept over you, assessing. “Maggie said you slipped and hit your head.”

You reached up and pushed your hair out of the way so he could see the bump. “Yeah. I was getting out of the shower and I must have slipped.”

Will moved closer and carefully probed about the bruising skin. “What did you hit it on?”

You shrugged. “The toilet… I think?”

“Based on where she landed, I would agree,” Jay chimed in.

Will nodded. “Did you lose consciousness?”

“Um, I don't think so.”

Will looked over his shoulder to his brother.

“I don't think she did. I heard the crash and was in the bathroom in less than a minute and she was conscious,” Jay explained.

“Follow my finger,” Will instructed, holding up his index finger. You did as instructed. Next, he pulled out a small flashlight. He flashed it in your eyes quickly.

You winced. “Ouch.”

Will hummed then held out his hands. “Squeeze my fingers.” Again, you did as he asked. “Headache?”

You nodded.

“Nausea, dizziness?” He asked.

“Just a little. The dizziness was mostly just when I stood up.”

“She said her knee hurt too,” Jay added.

“It's fine.” You rolled your eyes. “It's gonna be a nasty bruise but it's not that bad.”

Will shifted so he could look at your knee. He poked around the joint and asked you to bend and straighten it. “I agree with your assessment. This doesn't look too bad. Your head on the other hand… you definitely have at least a concussion. I want to send you for a CT just to make sure it's nothing worse.”

“Woo!” You say sarcastically. “I'll just take a nap and you can let me know when we can leave.”

Will shook his head. “Nope. No nap until after the scan. Sorry, kiddo.”

“I'm not a kid, jackass.”

An hour later, Will pushed open the curtain and you pulled the ice pack off your face. “Good news. The scan is all clear. You're free to go.”

You sat up quickly and swig your legs over the side of the bed. “Hallelujah.” You grasped the edge of the bed hard when you almost tipped over from dizziness.

“Woah, easy.” Jay was in front of you grasping your shoulders.

“Go home, get some rest. Jay is going to wake you up every three hours and make sure nothing changes,” Will explained. He turned to Jay. “If she gets worse, bring her back.”

“Thanks, Will,” Jay squeezed his brother's shoulder.

“Any time. Although, I really prefer when both of you stay out of my ED.”

Once Will had officially discharged you, Jay took you home and got you situated in bed.

“Anything I can get you?”

“Tylenol, please?” you asked.

“I'll be right back.” He turned to leave the room.

Before he could make it out the door, you stopped him. “Jay?” He turned back to you. “Maybe a sprite and some crackers too?”

“You got it.”

He quickly returned with the requested items. He sat on the bed and got comfortable with you leaned into his side.

You only ate a couple crackers before you were fighting to keep your eyes open. You handed the package back to him then slid down into the mattress.

“Get some sleep.” Jay set the crackers on the nightstand and laid down beside you. He opened his arm for you the cuddle against him. “I'll wake you up in a couple hours.”

You hummed, already starting to drift. “Mmkay. Love you.”

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Ice

Will & reader (could be platonic or early relationship.)

900 words

For anyone else who was missing a certain red head on Wednesday...

You felt like Bambi trying to make your way across the parking lot toward the hospital. Between sleeping through your alarm and the icy road conditions you were running very late for your shift. In your haste to get out of the house, you’d thrown on your regular shoes rather than your boots.

About halfway to the door your tractionless shoes slipped and you took a full cartoon style fall– both feet up in the air to land hard on your back. The hit knocked the wind from your lungs and it took a moment to suck in a breath.

Seconds later, the pain registered. Your back and head hurt. Before you could even think of what you should be doing next, Will was kneeling beside you.

“Don’t move,” he said. He started to run his fingers down either side of your neck in search of any abnormalities. “You hit your head pretty good. Does it hurt?”

You coughed, your lungs still trying to function properly. “Uh, yeah. My back too, kinda like up between my shoulders.”

“Okay, can you squeeze my fingers?” He placed two fingers against both your palms and you did as he'd asked. “Good, and push against my hands like you're pushing the gas pedal.” Again, you did as asked.

“Fuckin’ ice,” you muttered quietly.

“Okay. Do you think you can sit up?” Will asked.

You took another deep breath. “Yeah.” He offered his hand and very slowly pulled you into a seated position. You closed your eyes tightly as dizziness set in. “Woah.”

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

You peeled your eyes open, locking into his concerned ones. “Just dizzy. Really dizzy.”

“You probably have a concussion,” Will suggested.

A shiver ran down your spine. “Yeah, well, won't matter if I freeze to death out here.”

Will chuckled. “We are going to move slowly. I don't need you passing out because you stood up too quickly.” He shifted so he could stand to help you up. “Ready?”

“Yup.” You winced as you straightened up, pain flaring through your back. You took half a step to get closer to Will and your feet slipped slightly. You gripped onto his arm so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“Okay, you're okay. I got ya.” He started to walk slowly and carefully towards the doors.

Once you made it to dry flooring, you sighed in relief. Will kept your hand wrapped around his arm as he headed towards the nurses station.

“Hey, Mags,” he greeted. “What's open? She took a hard fall outside.”

“Oh, sweetie.” She rubbed your shoulder gently. “Take treatment one.”

“Thanks,” said Will. “Can I get thoracic and cervical spine x-rays and a head CT?”

“And something for the pain? Please?” You asked.

“Let's get 50 micrograms of fentanyl, too,” Will added. “Oh, and a warm blanket.”

“You got it,” Maggie noted all the requests in the tablet she was holding. “Any blood work?”

“No, just the scans for now.”

About an hour later, you had finished all the scans and were trying your best not to doze off under your second warm blanket. April had brought a new one when she'd come to check your vitals.

Will came in with the tablet in his hands. “How're you feeling? In too much pain?”

You gave him a thumbs up. “I'm possibly too comfy. I'm fighting the nap hard.”

“Good news then. You can nap shortly,” he said.

“Yay!” You said lazily.

“You do have a mild concussion,” he explained. “As well as two bruised ribs. So you're stuck here for observation until at least tomorrow but you can sleep if you want.”

“Well that's gonna hurt tomorrow. Awesome,” you added sarcastically.

Will squeezed your hand gently. “At least nothing is broken. Get some rest, alright?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, already giving into the pull of sleep.

You had no idea how much time had passed when you woke up. It seemed a safe guess that the pain was what had roused you. It felt like someone was digging a knife into your shoulder blade and breathing made it even worse.

You groped around the bed for the call button as tears welled in your eyes. A moment later, you found it and proceeded to push it several times. April pushed the curtain back soon after.

“You're awake,” she stated.

A tear rolled down your cheek. “It hurts. It hurts a lot. I feel like I can't even breathe.”

She quickly moved closer and took your hand. “Just squeeze as hard as you need to. Take slow breaths.” Within a few minutes she had calmed you down quite a bit. “I'm gonna go find someone to get you something for the pain. I'll be right back.”

She leaned out the door and you heard her tell someone that you needed something for pain. Will came in a second later and gave April a dosage for morphine.

“That should help,” he started. “I'll make sure to get you a prescription before we send you home too. Sound good?”

“Thanks, Will,” you said. He took your hand. “What would I do without you?”

He laughed. “Probably would have just frozen to death in the parking lot. So my shift is over soon and you're getting moved upstairs. What do you say to some pizza and a movie?”

“Ooh, yes. Please! Hamburger, bacon and extra cheese for me.”

“Okay. I'll see you upstairs in an hour or so.”

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fictionalbookworm02 · 15 hours ago

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Lunch Date Gone Wrong

Connor x reader

~1000 words

She walked into the ED and greeted Leah at the admit desk. “Hey. I just wanted to surprise Connor for lunch. Can I go wait in the lounge?”

“Of course. I think he went upstairs but you can check with Maggie.”

“Thanks.” She walked through the sliding doors from the waiting room and stopped at the nurses station. Maggie saw her and walked out from the desk to give her a hug. “Hi, Mags.”

“Hi, sweetie,” Maggie said. “I didn't know you were coming today.”

She laughed. “Neither does Connor. I needed to get out of the house. Figured I'd surprise him for lunch.”

“He just ran upstairs to check on a patient but he should be back pretty soon,” Maggie explained. “You can go wait in the lounge if you want. Do you want me to page him?”

She shook her head. “No, I don't want to bother him. I can wait.” She went into the lounge and made herself comfortable on the couch.

Twenty minutes later, she saw Connor by the nurses station. He was looking at a computer and Maggie was nowhere in sight so she assumed he didn't know she was there.

She smiled and stood from the couch. She swayed slightly, dismissing it as having stood too fast. Walking out of the lounge, she made her way to where he was.

He glanced up and locked eyes with her. He smiled. “Hey! What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to get some fresh air and different scenery. Thought I'd see if you had time for some lunch.”

He pulled her into a hug and kissed her as he pulled away. “I always have time for you. Did you want to go grab something quick or eat here?”

She shrugged, swaying on her feet once again as dizziness made her world spin.

Connor frowned, grasping her shoulders and stepping back half a step to look at her. “You okay?”

She started to nod. “Uh, yeah. I think.”

“You sure?” He moved his hand to caress her cheek.

“Honestly?” she asked. “I was starving when I left the house. Now, I'm a little nauseous and dizzy.”

He pulled her behind the desk to a chair. “Okay, let’s sit down.”

She let him guide her into the chair. She took a deep breath and shook her head trying to clear the feeling, but it only made it worse. “Whoa,” she whispered, closing her eyes tight.

“Just breathe. I'm right here,” Connor reassured. He took her hand in his and she felt him press his fingers into the pulse point at her wrist. Her eyes were still closed so she didn't see the look of surprise on his face. “Hey, Maggie,” he said quietly. “What's open?”

“Uh, treatment three and four are. Why?” She asked.

Connor glanced at Y/N. “I need an EKG. Her heart rate is way too high.”

“Okay. I'll meet you in three,” Maggie said.

“Wait,” said Y/N. Her breathing quickened with her anxiety. “Why? What's wrong with me?”

“Shh, shh,” Connor soothed. “It's okay. Just breathe. We will figure it out. Can you stand up for me?”

She allowed him to pull her up. As soon as she was fully upright she swayed before her knees buckled. Connor caught her before she could hit the ground and lifted her heading straight to treatment three.

“Y/N! Can you hear me, sweetheart?” He asked as he set her on the bed. He ran his knuckle firmly over her sternum and she moaned but didn't wake. “Open your eyes for me.”

Will joined them as Maggie finished hooking up the cardiac monitor. She wrapped a BP cuff around her bicep. “Need a hand in here?”

“Damn it,” Connor cursed as he saw the monitor reading. “She's in SVT.”

“Connor,” Will warned. “You shouldn't be treating her.”

“I'm fine,” Connor argued. “I'm going to try a carotid massage.”

Will stepped closer. “Maggie, CBC, BMP, lytes, cardiac enzymes, and a chest x-ray. Please.”

“On it.” She quickly ordered the x-ray before drawing blood for the lab tests.

“No change.” Will pointed out as Connor stared at the monitor as if trying to Will the rhythm to change. “We need to push adenosine.”

“Just one more second,” Connor said. About thirty seconds later, his head dropped to his chest as he took a step back. “Uh, okay. Will?”

Will squeezed Connor’s shoulder before returning his focus to Y/N. “I got her, buddy.” He then turned to April who had joined them in the room. “Six milligrams of adenosine.”

Seconds later, April announced, “Pushing.” Almost instantly the monitor droned the monotone asystole sound before the fast beep resumed.

Connor’s hand came up to cover his mouth for a moment. His worry was really starting to shine through.

“Okay,” Will started. “Let's try another twelve milligrams of adenosine.”

Once again, April announced when she pushed the meds just before the monotone sound followed by the rapid beeping.

“Damn it,” Connor cursed.

“It's fine. I got her,” Will reassured. “We knew she was stubborn, right? Give me the paddles and charge to 75.”

Maggie handed them to him as April placed the orange gel pads on her chest. Will placed the paddles as Maggie stated, “Charged.”

“Clear!” Will verified everyone's hands were off before pressing the button. Her head shifted with the small jolt. Suddenly, the fast paced beeping slowed. “Back in sinus. Rate 86.”

Connor breathes a heavy sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god.”

A few minutes later, she moaned. “C–Connor?”

He was sitting beside her holding her hand as Will performed an echocardiogram.

Squeezing her hand, he spoke, “I'm right here, honey. Will is here too.”

She pried her eyes open slowly, shying away from the bright lights. “What happened?”

Connor ran his free hand over her head, pushing hair from her face. “You had a bit of an arrhythmia. We had to give you some meds and shock your heart to get it back to normal rhythm. Will is just running some tests now so we can figure out why it happened.”

She blinked slowly. “I'm so tired.”

“Well your heart just ran a mini marathon,” Will said.

“You can go ahead and rest,” Connor suggested. “You're going to be here at least overnight.”

She let her eyes flutter closed. “Mmkay.”

Connor continued to run his hand gently over her head until she was sound asleep. He knew it would be a long few weeks of tests and possible medications but for now, he was just glad she was okay.

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