#✿ nic & conrad ⦙ i want you by my side.

[gavehope-a]

nic  +  conrad,   nic fixed me.

[felicitysmoaksx]

I don’t know if i can request this but a sarah x connor imagine with conrad (maybe conrad meeting connor for the first time but him and sarah arent in an established relationship yet)?

Hi Anon! Thanks for this prompt. So this is not how they're going to meet because in the main verse for them Sarah and Connor aren't even together yet...even non-exclusively. But the vibes are the same once Connor figures out some things...if that makes sense!

“Who the hell is that?” Connor Rhodes practically growled his question to Ava Bekker the following Monday he was back at Med, after he had spent two weeks in New York giving presentation after presentation about his hybrid OR program. The blonde beside him stopped typing on her computer, giving him a side glance. Then she peered over her monitor to see who he was referring to. 

“Oh that’s Conrad Hawkins,” she explained as she went back to typing her notes, “He’s a visiting doctor from Georgia? I think. Chastain Park Memorial is looking to build its own hybrid OR and sent him along to scout it out. He’s been helping out in the ED while he waited for you to get back from New York.”

“And he’s in Reese’s personal space because?” Another glance was thrown his way. Then the woman hummed and looked back at the two people. Two people who didn’t seem like they cared that they were in each other's space, before she prodded a little, “Does it look like she’s complaining? Besides this is a little aggressive for you isn’t it, Rhodes?” 

Now it was Connor’s turn to hum before he pulled away from the nurses' station to walk over to Sarah and Dr. Hawkins himself. A coffee waiting for the brunette in his hand.

[SCENE CHANGE]

“All I’m saying is that I’d like you to think about it,” Conrad tried again to persuade Sarah and she didn’t bother to hide her eye roll. Then as if an afterthought, “And actually consider it, instead of scoffing and rolling your eyes.”

“I’m not my sister, Conrad.” She told him with a sigh, “I’m not Nic.”

“I know that.” 

“Hey Sarah,” Sarah looked up and nearly sighed in relief at the distraction because she did not want to have this conversation with Conrad right before shift, if it wasn’t Connor Rhodes. A flush started in her cheeks.

“Dr. Rhodes,” she missed the way her brother-in-law raised an eyebrow at her abruptness. Or the frown that marred Connor’s face at the formalness. Or she was choosing to ignore both men. “Hi. I didn’t know you were back…”

“Yeah, yeah. Just got in late last night,” Connor said before he handed Sarah the coffee, “Here. I got this for you. Extra Mocha and Carmel syrup with a splash of cream.”

“Thank you,” her flush deepened and started to spread downward, much to the amusement of both men looking at her. (Though both men had amusement for very different reasons) Conrad coughed and Sarah’s eyes widened a little as if she just remembered he was standing there. 

“Right! Conrad,” Sarah gestured to Connor with her coffee, “This is Dr. Connor Rhodes. He runs the hybrid operating room program.He’s the one you’ve been waiting for.”

Then she turned to Connor and made the same introductions, but in reverse. “Dr. Rhodes, this is Dr. Conrad Hawkins. Attending Physician of Internal Medicine with a minor in trauma procedures at Chastain Park Memorial.”

Both men faced each other, but before the brunette could catch them sizing each other up, Maggie called for her. Dr. Manning needed a psych consult. She ran off, waving at both of them.

“Just think about it. Please Sarah,” Conrad called after her. He waited until he saw her wave back in acknowledgement, before he turned back to a very unimpressed looking Connor Rhodes. 

Conrad raised an eyebrow back in response. Folding his arms, he rocked a little on his feet and smirked. “You don’t like me, do you?”   

“Why were you in Sarah’s personal space?” The other doctor demanded. 

“You don’t have to act like a jealous boyfriend because I could ask the same to you.” Conrad replied smoothly. Connor opened his mouth to respond, but before he could someone was calling Conrad’s name. 

“Dr. Hawkins,” it was Ms. Goodwin, “I just got word that Dr. Rhodes-Oh! Dr. Rhodes. Good you two have already met. Welcome back, Dr. Rhodes. I trust your trip to New York was good and that we can count on you to show Dr. Hawkins everything there is to know about our hybrid program.”

“Of course Ms. Goodwin but can I take the day to get settled? This was kind of just sprung on me.” Conrad smirked again. Connor Rhodes really did not like him. 

“Did you not get the email I sent you last Monday? Explaining about Dr. Hawkins?” (Connor had missed the email that explained who Conrad Hawkins was.) 

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[ofbravedemons]

Continued.

@tightensthebolt

Feeling small almost broken. It had been years since Billie had let her fall apart from that night. The night she lost a piece of herself. A night she had stopped trusting men and relationships. Not to say Billie didn’t spend time with men since she was 13 because that was a lie. She slept with men that wanted no strings, that were one night stands. She built herself up, she put herself onto a pedestal because she wanted to protect herself. Two dreadful days in her life; the day she found out she had been taken advantage of by Porter and that same day she found out she was pregnant. The other was a vague memory of holding her son for the first and last time before she let him go. 

A toll she now carried with her, all the demons she hint to be the surgeon she was. Numbness, emotionless it’s who she was. To avoid being hurt. But the looming truth of Porter his crimes sitting in the backburner it now haunted her. Billie had to consider Trevor which is why she had stayed silent, AJ had warned her the birdy in her ear to let her know her son wanted to find his dad; and she lied. She felt helpless even now as she felt on edge. She felt Conrad’s syspathic gaze, it was sweet he didn’t try to tell her he understood, instead he fought his own anger urges; the tightness of the line veins on his forehead; on his neck said it for him. Instead he was just a friend; someone she could lean on. A gentle smile a real one lifted to her brims as she pushed her coffee into her hand. She was preoccupied enough to reject coffee which was the indication Billie was far from okay.

“ Thank you, for being an ear, for not telling me you understood. I don’t want to feel broken. I’m better than this.” Brokenness written in her voice when it cracked. She hated being vulnerable so she was almost relieved when Conrad changed the topic to his debate on career moves. Billie offered a gentle smile as she lifted herself onto her feet. Forgotten coffee had fallen to the trash as hands fell to her sides. She listened intently to Conrad speak; she understood. She did. Because since Nic; he never wanted GiGi to be without a parent or feel abandoned it was part of the why he went to a private practice to begin with. Why we were forced to have coffee meet ups with my busy schedule, being the Chief of Surgeon now; the title made my heart leap on its own content. The brunette gave a silent nod as she stepped outside as he held the door for them both. 

Not that Billie didn’t see Gigi all the time, I spent Sundays at the house, we had little tea parties, and if Conrad ever had to work late I’d be the one he called to help him. We were family; Nic’s absence was heavy in our hearts; but I knew Nic, she would never want him to give up on his dreams, and it sounded like he was settling for what worked best for Gigi. I could tell with the way he spoke regarding the private Practice. A hand extended out to pat his forearm touch lingered briefly. 

“ It wasn’t all Bell.” Lips pulled together in amusement. “ At my Tea Parties with GiGi I may not have mentions all the rainbow fish books she adores on full display, along with the astronomy books I know she’d love. Cause she’s a astronaut in the making, Hate to break it to you.” A laugh escaped her lips as she dropped her hand before turning serious as our walkway path inched closer to Chastian. “ I think you’re settling for her benefit. And Nic wouldn’t want that for you or her. Talk to Kit explain you’ll come back but shorten hours only work morning shifts unless emergency came up. That you’re a devoted dad, but you do desire to return. But on your terms.” Conrad was a big part of our team; something told me Kit would give him whatever he wanted if it meant Conrad was a doctor had Chastian again. 

Just my two cents.

[sextonsharpwinhalstead]

👏🏾👏🏾 Thank you for your words regarding the “WW comes first” trope. I know you’re sick of dealing with it like the rest of us but unfortunately, if it’s not called out, people will continue to be ignorant of this and it will continue to happen. As a black woman, I get exhausted seeing the same tired ass complaints from fans when the white male lead shows interest in a woc and you might as well forget it if they actually do become canon. You can literally copy and paste the things they say as to why they are against the ship across the different fandoms cause they all say the same thing when a woc particularly black woman is involved. All of a sudden we see the complaints where they start finding fault with the white male lead, things are written poorly especially the woc, they have empathy for the ww but hardly any for woc, the ship is forced even when they’ve been laying down the groundwork for that interracial ship to happen, the lack of chemistry argument or claiming there’s better chemistry with the ww even though we can see that’s not the case. The list goes on and on. Same shit, different fandom. The ww first trope is a thing and it’s frustrating cause it just adds to the toxicity that exists in fandoms. So these things need to be said cause obviously people aren’t getting the memo

Oh yes, the old usual's.

"I see them as more of a sibling, dynamic."

"I don't know what it is, but there's just something about her that I don't like."

"Wow, that came outta nowhere. I just don't see it."

"Why can't people just be single? Why does EVERYONE have to be together romantically?"

And when it's clear the white male love interest is into the black woman then comes the dissent from the other side, "Is he even really good enough for her?" or "She can do better than him."

The way people were tearing down Max on New Amsterdam because THE WRITERS were giving Helen less and less to do was wild to watch in real time. The fandom turned downright hostile last year when Sharpwin went canon which coincided when Leyren was starting to implode too. In hindsight they were sounding a very angry alarm about Helen's treatment but for some reason it was Max's fault.

Another bit on saw on the Youtube comments for the most recent ship of Billie and Conrad now has everyone beginning to shit on Conrad. When I tell you that that situation was handled in the best possible outcome considering they forced the WW first trope in there, but they are still angry they lost and to a certain extent I understand why. It's not just the entitlement it's the fact that his fascination, his need to want save and be with Cade was written and performed very overtly. His chemistry and most importantly his desire and need for Billie was performed covertly, because it was rooted in denial, internal conflict, and confusion and of course guilt. Which was why I say I won't forgive the writers anytime soon for the way they wrote that because they hand WW ammo and then pretend to be shocked when they start shooting. The wildest thing of all is they are trying to drag Conrad when his growth came while he was with Nic and even moreso after she died. Conrad in the beginning was not my favorite but they didn't care cause he wanted Nic.

There was also an incredibly unhinged black woman who turned on Grant Gustin in the first season of The Flash on Twitter because she felt like he wasn't protecting Candace enough and started calling Ezra Miller 'Her Flash" I've been out of that fandom for years but I wonder if she's gone quiet considering recent events around Ezra.

The fact that there are multiple blogs and hashtags with insert-character-name-defense squad or advocate is not some wild or unforeseen coincidence.

There was no reason to make Conrad and Cade a thing at all. They already did the WW First Trope with another woman who fans wouldn't have been as invested in. The same could be said of Max and Helen. The WW First trope was literally written in from the beginning because he was married but that didn't stop them from writing Widow-mom in there.

But none to me were as unnecessary as Jessie and Rick. I remember watching and being apart of the fandom and thinking, "Huh, there's all these whispers and rumors and excitement of Richonne going canon, why is he making out with this woman he just met in the garage?" Then she died and less than what an episode later he was with Michonne. WHY?! He also had a wife before Michonne was even a factor.

In the cases of Conrad, Max, and Rick there was a vested interest in who they would move on with after they were widowed.

I'm just so tired of it. And what's kind of wild is this isn't a hard trope to understand. WW also discuss The Fridging treatment and it's almost always about WW or at least that's the one's they advocate for and talk about. They largely CALL for the death of WOC on shows.

They complain all day about it but have they ever asked if there was any other WW on the show? Anyone else that gets to serve as representation or full view of white womanhood? Cause the answer is usually yes. But never for us.

So tired.

[purpledaisiesthings]

I’m trying not to get my hopes up too high for a season 7, the landscape in tv right now is so unpredictable rn. Shows are getting canceled left and right 😢. Regarding this past season, I think we didn’t get to see a lot of things that a longer season would’ve probably given us. I still love Conllie’s love story even if we didn’t get as much as we would’ve liked. I’m thinking back to the big moment of the kiss. What head space do you think Conrad and Billie were in before and after the kiss? I was trying to figure out what Conrad might’ve been thinking when they got to the top of the steps when he was looking towards the house prior to Billie telling him Nic would be proud of him. He seemed nervous or maybe unsure

Everything is getting canceled 😫 and it can get discouraging but I chose to still have a little hope. I'm gonna keep that up until I can no longer do so 💪🏾

The shortened season definitely didn't allow for some things to be shown. But at least we were able to get some key Conllie scenes.

That kiss. I don't think either of them expected a kiss to happen even as they got to the top of the stairs. For Billie, she was just doing what she had been doing for the past how many months. Masking her admiration for him by saying Nic would have been proud.

But for our boy, I wanna assume he was thinking about saying something to her besides "goodnight". But his desire for her took over and he kissed her in addition to saying he wanted her to be proud of him 😄

He was probably unsure of what to do or say next to her before she got into her house. Maybe him looking to the side at her house was him summoning the courage to say something else to her.

[livio-the-doublefang]

"I've been allowed two days of rest...some painkillers. No vials under they're sure my body is stable enough to proceed...for now I just have to endure...I wasn't the first to go in there for the same work done. Apparently from what I could make out from Conrad and his lackies. There've been three other test subjects. I've been the first one to survive the test though so they want to see how well I preform...or if I break apart." As was his life story. To endure. To survive. Their entire world was that in an endless cycle.

As they entered their home he shuffled to the couch, already feeling too tired to continue but knowing well his brother wouldn't be happy till he was in bed. Thus he made no move to drop into the cushions, but instead lean against it for a moment to catch his breath and continue on when Nic was ready to do so too. "Can't do what..." Livio would turn his good eye to his brother with a squint. "Why can't you promise me something like that? It's for your own safety..."

Sighing he'd look away again before gesturing to the closet on the opposite side of the living room. "In there. You'll find a kit with supplies I've been gathering in case one of us got hurt. There should be a black eyepatch in the zipper. Bring it with us to my room..."

Nico gladly offered support as they rose and steered toward their quarters. It was comforting to feel Livo’s arms hook around his bicep. Vio had done that since day one, treating him like a living teddy bear. The pair looked like a couple while crossing the short stretch of sand that separated them from The Facility. They were, in a way - A couple bound by bad luck. A couple of prisoners, ensnared by Hopeland's well-being.

Nicholas smudged his far hand over Livio’s hold and bumped their shoulders. His body language expressed the compassion he held for the man at his side, while his words denied it. “You know I can't do that.” Any notion of forgiveness was repeatedly laid to rest by the extent of his brother's toil. Livio was hurting. He was being good about it, sure. But he was clearly in a lot of pain and it was interfering with his ability to walk at a usual pace. To make matters worse, it was harder than it should have been to help him along… because Nic had to avoid the infraction bleeding over Vio's spine. He could only hover an arm behind his brother, to ensure he stayed upright. "Here, just a second." He would promise more than once as they made their way through The Eye's housing area. There were plenty of inconvenient doors and steps to climb before they finally reached their sad substitute for 'home.' Livio looked uncharacteristically out of breath as they entered their abode. His pale face was flushed and polished by sweat. "You ain't on call tomorrow, right? They at least gave you that much? They give ya pills or anything-you allowed serum with this, or is it one of those...other procedures."

[humblequestvinyl]

NERVOUS

NERVOUS, CONRAD HAWKINS X FEM!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: after a secret relationship with a certain resident from atlanta, singer y/n l/n writes a song about all the way he makes her feel nervous.

inspired by nervous by maren morris

cw: implied smut & swearing

lowercase intentional! wordcount: 0.6k

a/n ive been watching the resident sm lately and forgot that they put gold love (i think, havent gotten there yet) is at the end of s2. also this is based off of the hq tour performance!! ps, thank u for sm love on hummingbird <333

“HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU GET FRONT ROW TICKETS TO Y/N L/N?”

devon turned to conrad as the group of doctors walked towards the front, with barricade right in front of them. with a small grin spread across his face, conrad shrugged, “know somebody.”

“you’ve gotta know more than just ‘somebody’.”nic told him as they waited for the show to start before mina spoke up, “these seats went for $500 resale.”

the three turned to the surgeon, all with a surprised look on their faces, causing mina to shrug, “i like her music too.”

it was about an hour or so before the show began after the opening act, and as soon as y/n came out, her eyes locked with conrads, causing a big smile to spread across her lips. every single time she was in the middle of the stage, her eyes never left his, making damn sure of it too.

about halfway through the setlist, she heard the band start up the slow intro to the next song, and sent conrad a wink, before walking back up to the microphone, keeping contact, “you make me nervous,”

“put my reservations out of service, making me feel like every secrets worth it, its working.”she sang, and saw a small smirk fall back onto conrad's lips, knowing exactly what this song was about, “tryina hide my desire below the service.”

the two kept eye contact for a few moments, before y/n broke it, and looked over at her bandmate, “you make me wonder, how this part of me went undiscovered.”

“taking my heart out of its zone of comfort, like summer,”y/n continued, looking back over at conrad and his friends, “by the time its gone, you want another.”

taking the microphone off of the stand, y/n walked towards the front of the stage, right in front of conrad, pointing at him subtly, “you make me out of control, out of our clothes,”

“motion in slow, yeah,”she continued as conrad watched her walk around the stage, putting on one of the best performances he had seen, “you take me, you take me in my feelings,”

“through the ceiling, leaving my inhibitions exposed,”y/n walked back over to the mic stand hooking it back up, “you make me nervous.”

“every little move you make, you make on purpose.”she pointed at him again, before raising her arm, “tracing my body like you’re learning cursive, researching.”

“just how high of a touch can take a person.”

y/n jumped right back into the chorus, before dancing around the stage, and finishing up the bridge. slowly making her way off the stage, the star made her way over to conrad, with a big grin on her face.

“you make me nervous.”

“put my reservations out of service,”y/n sang, seeing all the shocked faces around her, joining in with the screams, “tryina hide my desire below the surface,”

standing on the barricade, conrad gripped her sides, keeping her steady as she towered over him, both with big grins spread across their faces, knowing she had just revealed their little secret.

“you make me nervous.”

[daydreamingatnight209]

“We got you” - Requested

Conrad x Female Reader for @virtualreader

Warnings- Mention of injury, fear of hospitals and slight angst, but happy ending 💕

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Spending the next 6 weeks between my cousin and her boyfriend while recovering from my leg surgery isn’t exactly what I had planned but what my mother says goes, even if I am a grown women with the capacity to make her own choices.

So here I am, with both Nic and Conrad for the next 42 days.

The good news was that my leg was no longer trapped in a heavy cast but that didn’t mean I was mobile. My wounds are still healing which means if I attempt to weight bear my stitches could possibly burst.

The days were long and often spent alone as both Conrad and Nic took up shifts at Chastain, but the good news is that with each day I was slowly healing and getting stronger … or so I thought.

See, what you need to know is that I have a small problem with pushing myself, it must be a family trait because I’m not the only one.

Come day 15 I am restless. I wasn’t made to be bed bound. I didn’t even want the surgery in the first place, hospitals scare the hell out of me and the Last thing I wanted to experience was people prod and poking around me, yet sometimes life gives you choices you cannot say no to.

Nic introduced me into a wheelchair next to the bed to allow me a little more freedom when the pair were pulling double shifts, she warned me to still be careful which I promised but I suppose I wasn’t careful enough for what happened next.

It started off as a dull aching pain in my side, which I experienced off and on since the surgery so I did my best to ignore it, and that, well that became impossible when with one abrupt movement from the bed to the chair my stitches split.

An ear splitting scream left my mouth as I doubled over. Both Nic and Conrad come scrambling in and straight to my side to assess the damage. Despite the pain I knew from the way they looked at each other it wasn’t good.

“Please, I can’t, I can’t …” panic seizes me and I struggle to get my words out. I can’t go though this again.

“Y/N we need to get you to the hospital!” Nic breathes as my panic worsens.

I squirm around, trying to escape their grips, as my throat closes up completely.

No hospital. Not again.

I shake my head as tears leak down my face.

“Hey hey, you need to stay still” Conrad commands but I barely register his or my cousins voice.

I don’t even register the fact that the wound was being held together by a single belt.

The last thing I saw was my cousins eyes as she lent down to check on me before I drifted into the unknown.

I didn’t know how long I was unconscious but once again I wake up to that familiar sound of machines.

Nic and Conrad surrounded me once more as I recognise where I was.

Both people see the subtle signs of panic in me but this time Conrad takes ahold of my hand and wipes away the already forming tears.

“It’s okay, it’s okay” he speaks softly.

“We are gonna be here every step of the way, you are gonna be just fine I promise”

Feeling the effect of his soothing words I begin to calm myself.

With that, Nic starts her physical exam on my leg as I see that I’ve been patched up again. Luckily for me there was no second cast but I knew that the recovery time just doubled.

I gripped Conrad’s hand as I work though the current pain, my body finally feeling the events of the last 12 hours.

Once Nic was happy with my state she left me to rest and as I close my eyes to finally sleep the last thing I hear is Conrad’s soothing voice.

“It’s all gonna be okay now, we got you”

[youcantspellinfinity-withoutfinn]

As heartbreaking as last nights episode was it was also absolutely beautiful and honestly true to Nic’s character. She would have never wanted to live on a vent as Conrad said and even in her death she was caring for and helping others just as she did as a nurse.

I feel like the writers did the best they could with what they were given, there is no plausible way they could make it so she was still alive just not with Gigi and Conrad. I’ve seen people say she could have been a stay at home mom and we could just never see Nic and Gigi but even that doesn’t see plausible, Nic loved being a nurse.

I’ve been watching “the resident” since it first aired because Matt was in it and I was a huge Gilmore Girls fan but hadn’t really seen Emily in anything except for the handful or “brothers and sisters” episodes I watched. After that very first episode I was hooked a looked forward to every episode though at the time mostly for conic.

While I will miss seeing Nic on my screen I know that the rest of the cast is great as well and I know they will be able to find a new balance, albeit different. Thank you Emily for 4 amazing season.

Side note; I wonder if they purposely used “Iris” last night in honor of Emily’s daughter?

If your up for it I’d love to hear everyone else’s thoughts too.

[ofastureheroics]

It was a huge step for Conrad to fall for someone new. For him to open his heart again after the heartbreak the tragic of the love he lost with Nic. And Gigi was only a baby; all her memories of her mother were small; and it warmed my heart and hurt a little less when I saw Nic in our daughter; her excitement to make everyone around her happy at ease. Her smile and her eyes. I swear her heart was the only trait she earned from me. But the point was I never thought I would fall again, and trust me it happened in a blink of an eye. I never expected it; but Cade she was a fighter in her own. She endured more than I cared to admit. 

And my name got mixed up with the FBI with the fake pill bottles; and Cade and I worked together; we bonded. And I could sit here and think Nic would be happy that I fall in love again; I didn’t let losing her taint my idea of love. I had the feeling Nic would’ve liked Cade. And If I was any sane person; I would’ve taken the out. Let Cade leave; because it probably was the safer option when it came to me, when it came to Gigi. But I already felt involved; the mob was either going to come head first for the redhead or myself; I took bullets; and now I couldn’t imagine letting the female leave my side. And I felt scared I’d go to sleep and wake up alone with nothing more than a careless note; that said goodbye; I care for you but I had to leave. 

It felt in Cade’s nature; and A part of me wouldn’t blame her; I’d be hurt because she made me fall in love with her. But I understand. My eyes lifted now as I heard her notion of not leaving, swallowing the thickness down on throat as I nodded, a sentimental feeling now. “ I know you want to run, and I’m okay knowing it. But I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone here. I’m just as much in this as you. The mob knows I know who they are; and what they tried to do to my name. And I won’t let you get hurt Cade.” If my jumping into the line of fire was any indication; I was all in. My hand gave hers a gentle squeeze to say I’m here. Hurt and all I’m not slipping away. 

I wanted that future; I wanted Cade in my life.

Continued

@valiantcharisma

Relief; is what Conrad felt. He knew his body was weak. He knew that it was a miracle that he had woken up. Given the amount of pain he was in when he crashed. When he felt those bullets hit his skin. The flesh pierced with blood. He recalled seeing the droplets of blood strayed across the pavement; it was the hero in him. He had sacrificed himself for Cade, he wanted to take the burn for her. He wanted to protect her from the mob. And frankly he felt a bit of responsibility, he knew Cade had the urge to run when she was made to be involved in the FBI, when I had found out why my name was being tainted through the mud. She wanted to run; the only reason Cade had stayed at Chastin this long was because of me. 

Because I pushed her to stay. I was selfish to ask her to stick it out. I was selfish to ask her to stay on my behalf. Today she was on the move planning to leave town, to go into hiding; but yet again I wanted to have the last word. I wanted to have one last touch, one last conversation and look where it landed us? In a hospital room, me as the patient. I was scared of the repercussions of the mob, once they had word that the hit they intended was still alive. Once they found out both parties involved were okay. I was worried for the redhead sitting besides my bed, I was worried for Gigi she was my priority, she already lost one parent to death. I couldn’t bare the thought of her seeing me weak. Of her lift being put at risk. 

Yet the parent inside of me was willing to risk it all for Cade; I heard her; I saw the fear behind her eyes. The way she watched our connected hands with ease, the way she held herself up as strong, brave. Despite the fear that was screaming out of her chest. I didn’t want to live in fear; nor did I know what happens next. 

“ If I need anyone on my side, you were always my first pick. Kit on the other hand; she might put up quite the fight. She did manage to get me through my surgeon now didn’t she?” She was a badass; she also meant business, she cared for her staff, she cared for others in her hospital. The hospital had taken a turn around since she began her regin as CEO the changes have been implemented, and Conrad knew he was in the right hands. He had to think on the bright side, he didn’t want to feel the fear that if he was left alone long enough in this room someone, from the mob could sneak inside, he didn’t want to second guess himself. For just a second he wanted to embrace what he felt in his heart was real. He wanted to put the worry on hold. 

A light smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Fingers ran along the female’s knuckles reassuringly. “ I know we can’t pretend the shooting didn’t happen. I’m living proof that it did. But for just one second I just want to hold my daughter, I want to hold your hand and not feel like it’s the last time. For just a second can we just not think about what lays ahead.” A sense of plead written in his voice; for now it was only us. Gigi was on her way down, I trusted Billie had protected some aspects of my accident from her; the last thing I needed was to worry curious eyes; worry the one thing that felt safe. 

A tighten grasp; he would’ve tugged Cade closer if he could. But he hoped the words he spoke told her he was serious about this, figuring out what an us looked like. “ I don’t want you to run. I want you here, and I know this is scary, it feels scary. But I think it’s worth fighting the storm through.” Assuring Cade decided to stay; I was all in; we felt pain, we felt fear but we could also embrace the happiness if we allowed ourselves to.

[eveningspirit]

I think I’m in love with Matt Czuchry. Not the actor, mind you, I don’t really do celebrity crushes, blergh... But his characters? Oh, yeah. All of them.

Anyway. Logan Huntzberger

He was mostly an irresponsible entitled jerk, but he had that other side that he desperately tried to hide beneath all the drinking and partying and stupid stunts, and Matt did a great job portraying that dichotomy.

Also, the scenes where he angrily confronted Rory or his father, or the scenes where he was falling apart but tried to pretend he was keeping it all together -- those were brilliant.

Gilmore Girls is not my kind of show, definitely, which is why I was really glad I discovered Logan & Rory scenes on YT, lol.

Cary Agos

I wanted a gif of Cary with Kalinda, but I swear, this scene? Takes the cake. Along with the one where his case is dismissed, eleven episodes later. That one might be even better, but I can’t find no gifs.

Anyway, the first half of season six of the Good Wife was everything I ever wanted and then some. Loved how everyone rallied around Cary and helped him and, well, of course I was completely blown away with Matt acting the shit out of all those fears, and anxiety, and pain. Wow.

The Good Wife is also not the kind of show I would watch, and Cary drew the short straw more than once. Despite being in the main cast, he was mostly a supporting character all the way through, plus the theme of the show -- it was all about scheming and undercutting your closest coworkers at every turn. This one half of the season was an exception.

Also, Kalinda was rad. The raddest. I kind of feel like the new girl on the Resident is sort of Kalinda-lite, but we’ll see.

And now Conrad Hawkins

Yeah, no, he doesn’t get whumped (and taken care of) enough. 

But anyway. Now, having watched GG, I can understand why Conrad reconciled with his father (yeah, Matt kind of plays the same character over and over again, lol), which was something that bummed me a little before (not as much as TK being all understanding and loving about his dad. I mean. Maybe this was just more natural? Nvrmnd, not gonna get into the whole parent issues thing now)

As for lack of whump, I stand by my original statement. Not enough. The current storyline, even though filled with emotional hurt and all, does not really make up for that (for me, I mean), mainly because of the subject-matter (depression resulting from grief) (yes. I think he’s still depressed).

As for the show as a whole, it was mostly Conrad taking care of Nic, and, well, I would love to see her taking care of him more. But that’s not Conrad I guess, he doesn’t let anyone take care of him. Which is also... fun. ;)

I’m really happy this show is still going. Not sure if it’s gonna make me fic again... But. At least it made me watch everything Matt was in, that I could lay my hands on, lol.

[themarvellouswriter]

FIX ME UP

OMEGA! BUCKY BARNES X ALPHA! READER

Summary: The cute EMT has a very snarky personality and the pretty trauma surgeon isn’t a fan.

Genres: Slight smut, fluff and slight angst. Mostly fluff though.

Words: 2.6k

Notes: This is actually my first A/B/O fic.

Warnings: 16+, Dub con, Non con if you squint. But everyone ends up happy I promise. Not beta read yet, will do it later.

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Friday, 20:37

“Doctor L/N! This is the last one. 30 year old beta male. Broken arm and concussion. BP is slightly elevated. O2 levels normal.”

“Thanks Sam. Please take him to med bay 5 and have Doctor Feldman to give him a full check up,” you call out from where you’re examining another patient, a fifteen year old female omega. She’s looking up at you in awe.

“What?” You give her a small smile as you finish looking over her reports.

“Nothing, its just that you’re an alpha and you’re so much in control when nobody lets unmated alphas near newly minted omegas.”

You laugh. “I have more self control than all the people in this entire building. And I don’t get that affected by omega scents. So, there’s that.”

You close the folder. “Well, good news. I’ll draw up a rough schedule of your medicine and you’ll be as good as new in a few weeks.” She smiles up at you. “Thank you doctor. Nobody took me seriously when I told them I wanted to be an omega athlete. They’re always telling me that its for betas and alphas. I hate it when people say that.”

“You know, I used to hate it when people used to tell me that I couldn’t be an surgeon because I was an alpha. Look who’s laughing now. Never let people tell you what you can and can’t do.” She nods determinedly as you take your leave.

You step outside for a breath of fresh air. Your thirty hour shift is about to be over in about an hour and you couldn’t wait to get home and prepare for your upcoming rut. You had been on your feet for what felt like days and all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep for hours.

You spy a haphazardly parked EMT van. Curious you make your way over, wrapping your white coat closer to your body. “Sam? Is this one yours?” You say yanking open the front side door of the ambulance. There is a figure slumped over the steering wheel, breathing heavily. Long dark hair falling over their face. You sniff. “Barnes?” The person in question turns slightly. “Ugh. Of all the people to find me here. It had to be you.” You roll your eyes at his irritated voice. “If its that much of a problem how about I walk away like I never saw you?” You move to close the door. “Wait, no. Stop. I need my meds. I ran out. And Sam left so can you please…?” Your doctor side took over, ignoring the previous and very mutual hostility between the two of you. 

You pull him back to the seat. His face is flushed and he’s sweating profusely. You take a deep breath, making him flinch slightly. “So, you’re an omega. Should’ve figured. I’m assuming you ran out of suppressants and now you’re about to go into heat?”

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Alright smarty pants, can I get them? Or do you need my doctor’s note?” Your mouth twitches, fighting a smirk. “How about I do you one better?”

You unclip his seat belt and rest your hand on his waist. He stares at you mouth ajar. “What’re -” “Relax, I’m not going to hate fuck you in an ambulance. I’m taking you to the Omega Ward. You’ll be safe there.” He looks taken aback, opening his mouth to protest. “Be quiet and get out.” He shakily climbs out, legs nearly giving away as his feet touch the ground. You catch him in your arms, alpha strength making you lift him up with ease. He’s trembling in your arms, eyes clouding as his body approaches the initial stages of going into heat. He buries his face into your neck. “I still hate you but you smell so good.” You snort as you carry him inside bridal style. “Dumbass.”

All eyes are on you as you walk in, your archenemy Barnes tucked in your arms. People literally stopping in their tracks to look at you.

“Has nobody ever seen an omega in heat? In a hospital of all places? I mean is it really that weird?” Your voice is sharp and cuts across the room like a knife. “Get back to work.” Doctors Feldman and Pravesh, your friends from the ER, give you a surprised look as you walk past them. You mouth ‘I’ll explain later’ at them, as you make your way to the lift.

Barnes looks up at you, eyes wide, pupils blown. The pretty blue of his eyes almost black now. You swallow as his rich, dark extremely familiar omega scent invades your senses.

“Thank you.”

“Its my duty.”

“Not everyone would do it. Especially if they hate the person in question.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You open your mouth to object but are cut off as the lift open and a wayward hand makes it way towards Barnes. You take a quick step back. Another alpha stares at you, eyes filled with lust. His eyes move to the body in your arms. You feel him shift closer to you, fear mixing in his scent. You growl threateningly at the stranger who immediately runs out of the lift at the sound. You enter and use your elbow to hit the button to the basement where Omega Ward is.

Barnes looks up at you with glassy eyes and rubs his nose against the underside of your jaw. “That’s ticklish and wildly inappropriate Barnes.” “Bucky.” “What?” “Call me Bucky.” You clench your jaw as the top of his head moves along your neck. “Bucky. Stop. You’re going to be nesting in a very safe space soon. You won’t need an alpha.” “Say it again.” “Say what?” “Say my name.” You finally look down at him, dark hair spread across your shoulder, eyes glittering in the dim light. “Bucky.” You whisper in his ear. The omega throws his head back and lets out the most sinful moan you’ve ever heard. “Fuck,” you mutter to yourself and hoist him upright. Cradling him tightly you nearly run out of the lift as it opens.

You stop at the reception and check him in. One of the sweet smelling beta nurses leads you to a small room and you deposit Barnes, Bucky, on the bed and then dump a pile of blankets on top of him. “Nic will be taking care of you, for as long as you need. You guys are friends, right?” His gaze moves to the blonde nurse who just walked in to join you. “Hey, Buck. You tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you. Anything at all.” He gives you a sad look as you turn away.

You give her a slight nod and walk out, shutting the door behind you. “You smell like him now,” Nic says from behind you. “Don’t remind me.” You sigh and go back to your floor, still about 40 minutes before you’re done with your shift. Conrad Hawkins, your best friend since high school, meets you as you step out. “So, Barnes, huh?” You roll your eyes. “Like the other betas here, who actually listen to me, why don’t you?” “Just saying. You hate him and you carried him to the OW. When there was a perfectly good gurney here.” He tilts his head towards the ER. “Oh my gawd, stop. I am an alpha taking advantage of an omega in heat. I think I scented him.” He snorts with laughter. “You think. When you growled at the guy in the lift, the entire floor heard it. And the dude pissed himself.” You grin. “Nice,” you nod appreciatively.

“I would love to continue this riveting dicussion about Barnes’ heat and Y/N’s idiocy but we have a surgery to get to,” Mina Okafor seems to pop out of nowhere and drags you away with Conrad still laughing behind you. “I don’t have any. My shift is about to get over.” “Too bad. Its a whipple and Doctor Austin wants you there.” You sigh for what feels like the millionth time that day. “There is somebody out there who hates me.” “One thing’s for sure.” “What?” “Its definitely not Barnes. You stink of him.” You give her an exasperated shove as you both begin your preparations for the surgery.

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Saturday, 7:45

You dragged yourself out of the OR, pulling off the bloodstained garments off and throwing them away. You made your way to the Omega Ward to check up on Bucky Barnes. It felt weird to call him Bucky, you guys weren’t exactly enemies but had never gotten along for some reason. He was excellent when it came to disguising himself as an ordinary beta. But he wasn’t ordinary at all. And you knew it, felt it deep inside when you looked at him. Something special and so inherently Bucky about him. Even though the both of you never got along and rarely agreed on things, you couldn’t deny the feeling of protectiveness that rose within you when you saw him. With his soft brown hair and big blue eyes, the toothy smile, the razor sharp wit and general overall perfection it was impossible to not fall in love with him. You froze in your tracks at the sudden thought, stopping right outside the Ward. In love with Bucky Barnes? The salty EMT with whom you liked to butt heads? Thinking about all your encounters only added fuel to the fire that you loved him. And given the way he was looking at you with those soft, lust lidded, ocean coloured eyes and practically breathing in your scent, you were mostly sure he felt the same way.

You gave Nic a small grin, walking past her and pushing open the door of Bucky’s room only to be greeted with the overwhelming smell of an Omega in heat, strong enough to make even your knees weak. Taking in a deep breath, you walked inside to give his vitals a quick once over. He was huddled in a corner, tee shirt drenched with sweat and face flushed, eyes tightly shut, softly moaning your name as his hand pumped his length and brought him closer to the edge. Your eyes went wide as you saw him climax to the sound of your name, grateful that the rooms in the Omega Ward were soundproof. He hadn’t realised that you were in the room yet, you felt a bit relieved, inwardly knowing that his heat was distracting him from everything else around him. You finally knelt beside him, cupping his face in your hands, making him open his eyes and look at you. You gave him a genuine smile, brushing the sweat off his brow. His dazed expression slowly morphs into one of panic and absolute mortification.

“Oh my god, how long have you been here?”

“Long enough to know that you want me to help you through your heat.”

“This is humiliating.”

“Not really. I just had an epiphany and given the way you’re reacting to me touching you, I think you did too.”

“I’ve been in love with you the second I saw you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realise that I love you sooner, it would’ve saved us a bunch of heats and ruts spent alone.”

“Agreed. Now are you going to keep talking or take me back to your place before the next wave of my heat sets in?”

“I thought you’d be more comfortable in your place?”

“I want you to consume me. And your place, with all that is you is the best place for you to take me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I trust you.”

“Is that the heat talking?”

“Not at all.”

“Great. My place it is.”

You don’t even remember how you brought Bucky back to your place, swaddled in blankets and smelling so absolutely divine. You tucked him in bed, feeling the first onset of your rut come on as you tinkered in the kitchen, making sure you had enough for the next few days and joining him as fast as you could. You curled your fingers in his soft hair before pulling him into a deep kiss and straddling him. His hands were placed firmly on your hips, holding you so close and you felt a rush of delight at having him so close to you. He was nearly intoxicated by your presence, breathless as he pulled your shirt off hands touching everywhere. Feeling a soft laugh bubble up you grinned at him. “So perfect.” The tips of his ears turned scarlet at your words, making you coo softly and pinch his cheeks before kissing him again. Your rut was making you more sensitive to his touch and it felt so good. For a moment you just wanted to soak in everything but there would be time for that later. Right now, Bucky was the priority.

Pushing him back in bed and pulling off his uniform was easy. Taking the entirety of his massive length in your mouth was not. So you started slow, all the while maintaining eye contact as you teasingly, tantalizingly began to suck him off. His hands found their way to your hair, harshly tugging the roots, begging you to go faster and the moans escaping his perfect mouth were nearly a sensory overload. And he felt so good, so perfect and pliant under you. Achingly beautiful and you had no idea how you’d managed to leave him alone for so long. He was now only all yours and you weren’t going to let anyone near him. You were an alpha and nobody was going to even look at what was yours. He came shortly, much sooner than you’d anticipated as you licked your lips before trailing warm kisses up his chest, ignoring the exhaustion that was threatening to overwhelm your body. You sank your teeth into his neck, his warm blood filling your mouth and spilling down his chest as you marked him as yours. He looked at you wide eyed and you felt horror set in as you realised what you’d done, backing away.

“You marked me as your mate.”

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry. You look so beautiful and perfect and my rut is going to set in anytime-” You babbled away, frantically waving your hands.

“I’m not complaining. And why is my mate now so far away? I need my alpha.”

You stared at him in disbelief before throwing yourself at him and holding him tightly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. Just waiting for you to have your way with me.” He admits, slightly shy now.

“And I will because I love you so much.”

“I love you too Y/N. You’re the best alpha I could ever ask for.”

You don’t say anything, finally letting the exhaustion set in knowing there would be enough time to talk things out later, now that you both belonged to each other forever. And sleeping in his arms felt like heaven. It would feel even better when you both were fully ready to take things as they come. Before you finally drifted off you felt him smile against your skin and could almost see your co – workers’ smug faces when you both showed up freshly mated and smelling like each other and looking like young idiots in love. And you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

[harvestleaves]

Wheezing

Prompt from kenziegirl186: Can you do another fanfic of Devon having asthma attack and Conrad helps him

A/N: This is chapter 2 of my The Resident fic I’m Here

Rating: T (brief swearing)

Word Count: 873 words

It was a warm August day as Devon stumbled to a stop behind Conrad, the other man jogging ahead on their morning run through one of Atlanta’s larger parks.  Setting his hands on his knees, Devon took a wheezy gasp before he started to cough heavily.

Conrad stopped with a frown when he didn’t hear Devons footsteps behind him and turned when he heard the distinct sound of his boyfriend’s wheezing, his eyes widening in concern.

“Dev?  Shit, not again.  Is your inhaler in your pocket?”  Conrad reached down to pat over the pockets of his boyfriend’s shorts, only feeling the weight of the other’s cellphone.

“Where is it?  You know you need to carry it with you at all times after the last one you had.” “A-at home.  I t-took it before we left.  That’s u-usually enough until we get home,” Devon wheezed out as Conrad helped him to sit down on one of the park benches, leaning forward to rest his sweaty forehead against his boyfriend’s shoulder as the other man ran a hand over his back.

“Okay babe, I understand.  I’m not mad, don’t worry.  Do you think you could walk to Chastain?  We’re only three blocks away, but I can always call someone for a ride.  Mina would probably punch me for interrupting her shift, but I know she’d drop anything to come pick us up,” Conrad whispered softly against Devon’s sweaty hair as he rubbed circles over the other man’s heaving back, wincing at the ragged inhales and exhales before pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I c-can walk.  I’m just a little tight chested,” Devon wheezed out as he looked up at Conrad with pleading eyes, hoping the other wouldn’t call one of their friends to come pick them up.

“Are you sure?  What if the walk makes your breathing worse?” Conrad asked as he started to check Devon’s pulse, noting the high rate.

“I.  Can.  Walk,” Devon pressed before he started to cough again, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tightly when he felt his chest clench before he tried to regulate his breathing once more.

“Nope.  Not happening.  I should’ve called minutes ago.”

Conrad shook his head as he called Mina, tucking the phone between his shoulder and cheek as he squeezed Devon’s hand gently.

“What?  This better be good.”

“Hey Mina.  I’m with Devon at the park three blocks from Chastain.  He’s in the middle of an asthma attack.  Took his inhaler before our run but didn’t bring it with us.  This heat, mixed with the humidity is making it worse.  His pulse is elevated and he can’t even out his breathing.  We’re at the bench across from that hipster coffee shop, could you come pick us up?  I don’t want the walk to make the attack worse than it already it,” Conrad quickly rambled out, knowing Mina would understand.

“Geez, he should be put in a bubble at the rate he’s going.  I’ll be there in 5 with an inhaler, but I’ll also have Nic standing by with a nebulizer,” Mina sighed heavily as she hung up before going to inform said coworker.

“Mina’s on her way with an inhaler.  She said you should be put in a bubble and I can’t really say I disagree right now.  I need to start carrying one of your inhalers myself at the rate we’re going,” Conrad whispered softly against Devon’s temple as he gently wrapped an arm around him in a hug, having moved from crouching in front of him to sitting beside him on the bench.

“S-sorry,” Devon whispered with a frown as he ducked his face against Conrad’s neck, the other’s scent soothing him as he shakily inhaled through his nose.

“Please stop apologizing babe.  We both know you can’t help when you have these attacks.  I’m just worried about you and I wish there was more I could do to help.  That’s all,” Conrad explained, his voice low as he ran his hand over Devon’s back once more, hoping to help loosen the sore muscles that he was positive Devon had.

“You look like shit.”

Devon looked up at Mina’s voice and a wry smile appeared on his lips as she held up the inhaler before handing it to Conrad.  She was watching him with intense eyes as he shook the object before holding it up to Devon’s lips, not really giving the other man a chance to hold the object himself before he was inhaling a dose of the albuterol.

“That’s it babe.  Slow, deep breaths,” Conrad practically cooed, his voice sweeter than Mina had ever heard him use outside of his young patients.  It made her want to gag.  But she did find it interesting how gentle Conrad was with the people he cared about, much different than the cocky facade he typically gave off at work.

“Ready to head to Chastain lovebirds?  Nic’s got a neb set up in one of the exam rooms, and Devon needs an IV because there’s no doubt he’s dehydrated from running in this humidity,” Mina sighed as she reached out to help Conrad get Devon to his feet, knowing he was going to be just fine as long as Conrad was always by his side.

[believesinheros]

Nic never liked to say the words that she was a romantic at heart. She liked to feel lifted off her feet. She was also a tough cookie, she never strayed a tear and felt vulnerable unless she was comfortable. It was also the head strong personality, the way she was raised to show no emotions. To hold them tight to the vest. But with Jay we both held our own. We both were capable of letting someone in, able to smile and enjoy the person you spent time with. He had his romantic strides, I remembered the important moments. A future within grasp; a future I wanted with him. But Chicago was one city; one place I had already placed down roots in. 

Nic wanted more; she wanted to aid in the heeling, and as much as she loved Jay; and considered staying. He also never said the words, he told her he wanted her to be happy, held her hand as she said the news of moving, a career opportunity in her arms, and he supported her. But a part of her wondered if he had said the words, “ Stay” Would I have braced that heartache of Conrad, of losing a husband, would Jay and I had walked off into the sunset; would we be settled down now? What ifs swirled in the back of her head. As she offered up a kind smile. To the man who always knew how to make her breathless. 

“ I know you did, and I loved the stages of healing innocent people. Of learning different skills, I love being a nurse, and I did find happiness. Thank you for always supporting me, even if it wasn’t necessarily what you wanted.” Was I testing the waters? Definitely because I wanted to see if Jay cared; if he ever thought about that future I broke free of. Did I still love Jay? A part of me always would, but our teasing now was just us the years of friendship; the way she laughed and could humor the other. As he mentioned my bedside manner I had to wear a fake insulted expression against my lips. “ I was still learning, but like I said i’ve dealt with a cranky Jay for years when he’s hurt, I think you prepared me to earn my good bedside manners now.” 

It was a compliment; as I teased in return. Nic lowered her hand on his giving his palm a friendly squeeze. “ Not that I ever gave you a chose, I said lay down and forced you to show me those scars.” The biking incident; all the times I was prepared to rip his shirt to see the scars, not in the way Jay would’ve liked. A narrow set of eyes as I let my hand moved back to my side. “ See this is why I need you to stay with me for a day or two, my apartment is a hot mess, I swear I get lost every morning.” A humored laugh as she trailed on. 

Changes.

@bitofashortfuse

Change of scenery. It was required when you experience a traumatic event. For Nic she was the made hero of her own. She wasn’t the surgeon on the scenes. She wasn’t the person that opened up a patient or took the tools to repair the damages. She was the nurse that gave orders; she also had the bedside manner that was nearly perfect. She was the girl who would sit by a stranger; hold their hands when no one was there. She was the nurse that would bend backwards in order to advocate for you. She had a huge heart; and through the years she held one important relationship with Conrad Hawkins. 

He was her fighter; the guy that knew how to push buttons, to challenge her. He had broken her heart once; but down the line she saw the good in him. The change he had; he no longer held the temper, he only wanted to fight for his patients, do right by them. And for a while we had a perfect relationship reigniting the flame, even said I do, but no relationship is perfect especially when death comes knocking on your door. Conrad died a hero. He had his last breath jumping in front of a car for a child. Nic held his head the whole time, she watched his eyes flutter closed for the last time. She watched the shallow raising and falling of his chest. She had the tears stray down her cheeks. That day stayed with her; and as much as the blonde loved Atlanta, she felt the numbness each time she walked through hallow halls, The stares from the people that knew her love for her late husband. It had become hard for Nic to want to work, despite how much she loved her job. So that’s why she decided to uproot her life; and come to Med in chicago, It was a place she had lived when she was young, so there was a sense of home for her. 

She found a cheap shoebox apartment a block from the hospital; it was an easy route, and despite all the nerves coursing through her body; she felt like this was the right move. To move forward; nothing tethering her to fear; to the past life with her husband. The blonde was on her first shift at med; Maggie was giving her the run down; how each page worked; the smaller patient rooms. The right proacals. Listening intently the blonde bobbed her head along when they got a call from a girl named Brett informing us an ambulance was on route, a cop undercover was injuried, that’s when I caught sight of Will; Halstead the memories of growing up next door to the halstead boys became obvious. An instant smile tugged at the corners of my lips. 

“ Stayed a chicago guy after all?” Beaming gaze emitted onto my features as he saw me, “ NIC” A brief extension of an embrace right as the doors swung open, A blonde women I can assume was Brett stepped out; “ Will it’s Jay. you might want to come to keep him calm, he’s insisting that he’s fine.” A knowing glance shared. Lips paused dropping my smile. Jay Halstead? A cop? Injured? I had a jar reaction it had been years since we spoke, since I had uttered a word to him. College, our futures never allied together. But here in Chicago; same place same time. Being a nurse; I had used my quick feet letting shoes shuffle after Will as the ambulance bay doors opened; you heard the annoyance from Jay almost instantly. 

Snapping gloves over palms, the female had stepped out onto the pavement, Will had stepped forward as the gurney was taken out of the back and there was Jay laid back against the mat. Instantly I felt those nerves, would he be okay to see me? Did he resent me for never calling? We had once been thick as thieves, and suddenly our futures pulled us apart. I had to admit I loved him; and now I felt those jarring feelings instantly. 

“ What kind of operation did you get messed up man? “ Will attempted to joke as he nodded to me as I stood at the sliding doors; almost unsure if I should move closer. “ Look who I found? “ Obvious speaking of me, I had stood awkwardly as the doctors started to move Jay inside the hospital. Eyes met his briefly. “ Jay.” The name that felt familiar; yet we stood as strangers.

[purpledaisiesthings]

***I WANT YOU TO BE PROUD OF ME***

Do you know the significance of that statement???

No episode this week but I can't help but still gosh over them.

Before he made that statement, Conrad paused a little. He thought out those words before saying them. It was not just romantic but he was being intentional in what he said.

Here she was talking about how Nic would be proud of him, which I think it was her way of covering up what she really wanted to say. That SHE was proud of him.

All this while, she has been respectful to him. Never overstepping, willing to stay by the side lines and patiently waiting for him to see HER.

In a way, they have both been hiding their true feelings. Talking about Nic was somewhat of a wall or a buffer for them to hide in.

That statement was him finally breaking that wall. It was him finally telling her "I see you" and I'm willing to follow my heart.

[igcttabe]

i’m amazed that you’re alright.

“YOU WERE DEAD AND NOW YOU’RE NOT.” if mina didn’t stick to the facts and keep it that simple right now. she would find herself down the same rabbit role conrad was and that was NOT a place she wanted to be. “just don’t do that to me EVER again!” she was aware that nic had not chosen to have this happen to her but it had destroyed minas heart. for a while there she thought that nic might have TAKEN her heart with her when she died. if the pain hadn’t been present in EVERY moment she would have been convinced of this. “im back nic just like you. I have NO intention of leaving your side ever again. can you PROMISE me the same thing?” mina could cry, she could do that but she knew EVERYONE would be doing that and it wasn’t helping. “come by my place at 6pm? we’ll get you all SETTLED IN.” no, she hadn’t asked nic if she wanted to stay whilst she managed the situation with conrad because she imagined her stubborn sister would say NO. well, now she didn’t have a choice. “besides, I need an EXCUSE not to see aj. it’s not all about you.” her tone was lighter as she pressed her hand to her friends shoulder for a moment. mina was not alright but she imagined nic wasn’t either, they’d make do, they ALWAYS did. @bcssbitchs