#Conrad Hawkins imagines

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CHICKEN AND PASTA — CONRAD HAWKINS

REQUEST: Im a new follower and I must say the Imagines are just so....👌🏼🥹Anyway saw you were writing for Conrad Hawkins. Could you do one where Yn takes care of a patient who has a crush on Conrad. She gets defensive and tells Yn to back off Conrad and Yn shrugs it off. Later the patient was watching Yn and Conrad hug and kiss and she snaps. She waits til yn is alone and she stabs or attacks yn and leaves her to die. As Conrad gets ready to go home he starts to look for Yn but finds her wounded. I'll let you pick the ending. Im such a sucker for angst. 😭 Hope this makes sense 💙☺️ @megafandomsxassemble

WARNING(S): angst, mentions of blood, stab wounds, and knife, mentions of baby loss, crazy grace

WORD COUNT: 5,485

PAIRING: Conrad Hawkins x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it love! Feedback is always welcomed! <33

MASTERLIST

You had looked up when a foam cup was plopped right in front of you. You set your clipboard down as you follow the arm of the culprit. Conrad has his head tilted, a sweet smile gracing your very long morning. “Beautiful.” He compliments your very clearly disheveled state.

You roll your eyes but take the coffee he brought for you. You mouth a thank you before giving him your full attention. “What’s the catch?” You smirk.

Conrad chuckles at your remark. His brown orbs scan your tired features. “There you go again, assuming I have some ulterior motive.” He says, feigning offense. He leans a hip against your desk as he watches you take a drink of the coffee he so graciously retrieved for you. “Can’t I bring my fiance a cup of coffee out of the pure goodness of my heart?”

“You can…but something lies behind those devious eyes.” You squint up at him, swirling the end of your pen in front of his face.

Conrad laughs, his grin wide. He tilts his head, his light curls bouncing lightly. He brings his index finger up, gently pressing your forehead so you’re no longer squinting. “There. Much better.” He teases. He shakes his head, the playful smirk never leaving his features. He crosses his arms, leaning in to get a closer look at your tired state. “Rough night?”

“More like rough morning. Your number one fan is here…again.” A teasing smile begins to form on your face.

Conrad raises an eyebrow at that. He knew exactly who you were talking about. “What is she being admitted for this time?” He says, unable to contain the amused smirk.

You sigh and gesture to the paperwork sitting in front of him. He meets your eye and then turns the clipboard around and begins to read.

Conrad can’t fight the scoff that escapes his lips as he reads through it. The same symptoms as last time: elevated heart rate, high blood pressure, and dizziness, among many other minor symptoms. Every time it was the same. Other than the fractured radius and ulnar, today. Nothing was ever, truly, wrong.

“Broke her arm chasing after her dog…” Conrad shakes his head as he gently sets the clipboard back on your desk. “Nic around?”

“Just missed her. She just finished her double shift.” You shook your head.

Conrad’s eyes widened in surprise, though he didn’t know why. Nic’s determination to overwork herself was no secret. He huffed a heavy sigh, taking a seat on the edge of the desk. “Of course she did…” He mutters under his breath. “You’re with me today.”

“Can already feel my day turning around, but I figured so I checked her vitals and heart already. So you just need to repeat everything I just did, doc.” You chipped with a smile on your face. You gather your things and make your way to Grace’s room. Conrad's number one fan, or rather his stalker as you like to secretly call her.

Conrad rolls his eyes at your comment and follows behind you, his long strides easily keeping pace with yours. “Careful,” He warns, unable to contain his smile, “flattery will get you everywhere.”

The pair of you enter Grace’s room where she is, unsurprisingly, perched on the edge of her bed. Her broken arm is clutched to her chest, a pout on her face. Upon seeing the two of you, her face lights up.

“Dr. Hawkins!” She squeals, waving and making grabby hands in his direction. Conrad sighs, a forced, painfully fake smile on his face as he approaches her to examine her. He casts a sideways look in your direction as if to say ‘Save me’.

“Hi nurse, Y/n.” She makes sure to greet you with a warm welcome.

“Hi Grace, how’s the morphine doing, kicking in a bit I see.” You contain your laughter as you see her more giggly than how she was when she first arrived.

Conrad looks over at you. He has to hide his chuckle as you tease her for her morphine-induced goofy behavior. “So,” He starts. “The dog was too much for you I see?”

“Yes. I don’t think I’m much of a dog person. Any other pets you could recommend for me, Dr. Hawkins?”

Conrad looks over at you.

“You could always try a Guinea Pig. My niece has one. Easy little things to take care of.” You shrug. Grace locks eyes with you, considering your suggestion. She nods then looks back to him.

“Is a Guinea Pig easy to take care of, Dr. Hawkins?”

Conrad hums, pretending to think. He scratches at his chin, pretending as if there is some deep thought going through his head. “A Guinea Pig is very easy to take care of Grace.” He says, a playful smirk growing on his face. “Very easy.”

He turns an expectant look in your direction, his lips twitching to suppress a grin.

“Yes, very easy. A Guinea pig is less likely to cause fractures. No running, no need to train them. Easy as pie.” You breathe out a laugh.

Conrad has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing. He can’t fight the way his eyes gleam at how thoroughly you are enjoying yourself teasing his…fan. “No risk of broken bones chasing them around. Sounds like a good fit for you.”

"I'll have to stop by a pet store later then." She nods. Unlike Conrad, you had a feeling she would stay true to her promise to get the damn rodent. The idea unsettled you just as it did the last time when she bought a dog after he recommended getting one, to keep her company as he lightly put it.

Conrad’s stomach drops at the thought of Grace following through on her promise. He knew she was gullible, but if what you were saying was true and she took his recommendation to heart and bought a dog…he would have to be more careful with what came out of his mouth.

“Maybe…stay away from animals for now?” He suggests, casting a concerned glance your way. "Alright, Grace I'm gonna go ahead and order you an x-ray and an MRI just to be on the safe side. You said you've been experiencing a bit of a headache, you said you hit your head when you fell?"

"Yeah...on concrete, is that bad?" She moves her eyes back and forth from you two. Conrad cast you a glance.

Conrad winces at her casual response. “Well, you’d probably be experiencing something a bit stronger than a minor headache if there was anything truly wrong.” He says as a means to comfort her as she sits at the edge of her bed.

He reaches out, gently prodding at the back of her head. He pulled out a light and had her follow his finger. “How hard did you hit your head?”

"My vision was blurred for a few minutes. I think someone asked if I was okay before I got up, took Ceecee home, and then came straight here." She blinks up at him. "You'll fix me right up though, right, Dr, Hawkins?"

He gives her a nod and a reassuring smile. “You’re in the best of hands.” He reassures her, ignoring the skeptical scoff you let out beside him. “I’ll make sure we get to the bottom of that headache.”

"In the meantime, just wait here, I will be back to reset your bones." You pat her shoulder.

She looks at your hand and then nods. Conrad casts her a wink before exiting with you, not thinking anything more by it.

Conrad takes your elbow, a light tug letting you know that he wants to leave the room. He gives Grace one last comforting smile, "We'll be right back." He said, opening the door and ushering you out.

Once out of the room, Conrad's smile falls from his face and is replaced with a concerned frown. He lowers his voice slightly, so only you can hear him. "She actually bought a dog?"

"Well Dr. Hawkins…when you flash her that dazzling smile and hold her gently, how can she resist doing everything that comes out your damn mouth!" Your smile vanishes as you smack him. "She's getting worse. Okay, this is turning into outright obsessive behavior, and if you don't put a stop to her Conrad, she'll display stalker-like traits."

Conrad flinches at the smack to his chest, a glare tossed right back in your direction. "Not funny." He points at you and the way you emphasized his name like she had.

“What do you suggest I do, hm?” Conrad asks, a hint of irritation in his tone. “Walk up to a patient and tell them to stop getting hurt, to call for another doctor?"

"Well that idea sounds a whole lot better than the Guinea Pig-" You jump away with a laugh when he scoffs and tries to tickle you.

Conrad lunges at you, grabbing a flailing arm and tugging you back in his direction. He takes advantage of your distraction, going straight for your sides, his fingers digging into your ribs. His own smirk grows wider as he hears your laughter fill the hallway.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Your head falls. "I can't breathe."

Conrad stops and grins, but he doesn’t release you. He keeps his arms loosely wrapped around your waist and watches as you struggle to catch your breath. He laughs softly as he watches you lean forward, your head resting against his chest.

“You’re impossible.” He says, his fingers idly rubbing against your side.

"That's improbable to you." You lift your head with a teasing smile.

Conrad groans, rolling his eyes at your quip. He can’t keep the smile off his face, though. His fingers still rubbing against your sides. "Pain in my ass…" He said, but the words lacked any real bite behind them. He leans in as you hum in amusement.

"That so, Dr Hawkins."

Conrad huffs, his chest rising and falling with his laughter. His eyes darken as he looks down at you, his smirk turning more wicked. He leans in further, his face only inches from your own. "Say it again." He says, his voice now a few octaves deeper than normal.

"Dr Hawkins." Your laugh is stifled when he presses his lips to yours in a sweet long kiss.

Conrad hums against your lips, an arm snaking around your waist to drag you closer. He leans back against the wall that the two of you were standing in front of, a hand coming up to cup the back of your neck. He deepens the kiss, a sharp pang of desire striking at his core as he pushes you gently back against the wall.

But before it could escalate any further, your pager goes off. You groan and push him away slightly. "Duty calls." You whine.

Conrad groans at the noise and he steps back, reluctantly tearing his gaze and his arms away from you. He pushes his messy hair back off his forehead, still slightly breathless. He lets his eyes wander over your disheveled form, knowing full well that the two of you would've gotten caught up in that hallway had the pager not interrupted.

He brings a hand up to his own pager in his pocket that went off, shutting it off. "Duty indeed calls." He sighed, his heart still racing. "What would you like for dinner?"

You gasp. "Are you offering to cook?" You hum at the idea.

Conrad laughs and shakes his head at your excitement and enthusiasm for the idea of his cooking. "Don't look so surprised." He remarks, his expression changing to a playful smirk. "Yes, I'll cook tonight. What do you want?"

"Surprise me." You shrug, walking backwards.

Conrad rolls his eyes, though he's smiling as he watches you walk away. He can't help but admire the view, his gaze lingering on your form for just a little too long. "You got mad last time when I did." He calls after you.

"Chicken, with Pasta!" You call out as you reach the corner you need to turn.

Conrad huffs a laugh at the request. "Done!" He calls out to you as he heads in the opposite direction. "Chicken and pasta it is..." He sighs, then laughs to himself.

What you both hadn't realized was the shadow lurking and watching from afar. A scowl replaced her sweet smile moments before when she heard his voice outside her room. Her breathing picks up as she heads back into her room. Grace sits at the edge of her bed and looks down at the fractured bones, broken at a dipped angle. Before she could even think twice about it, she settled them back into place.

The pain was nothing like how betrayed her heart had felt. Conrad had his interest in someone else. You.

-

A few minutes had passed before you had gone to check up on Grace again. To ensure that she was situated with the cast that she would need to wear for a few weeks. "Grace?" You announced yourself, as you peered down at your clipboard again. When you looked up, your heart dropped upon seeing her bed empty. It was only when the door slammed behind you that you grew scared. "Grace?" You looked at her and then at the knife she held in her left hand, how she came into possession of it you hadn't known.

"You kissed him…" She muttered softly. "I didn't realize he had his eyes set on someone else. I thought what we had was just between us. I'm so stupid!" You flinch at her exclaim.

Your eyes widened when you saw the tears in her eyes. The grip she held on the hospital knife was tight, her knuckles almost turning white. "Grace, no, listen to me!" You quickly moved to try and reach out to her but stopped short when she snapped.

"Stay back!" You held your hands up in surrender, holding in the sharp inhale you desperately wanted to take. "You took him from me!"

"I didn't know..." She looks up at you. "If I had known how much you liked him. I wouldn't have kissed him." You play along with her in hopes she won't hurt herself, or you. It was only then that you realized her bones were settled back into place. "Grace what happened to your arm did you- did you put them back into place?" You were shocked.

Grace's eyes flit down to her arm, a frown on her face. "I needed to feel something…" She said softly. "I needed to feel something other than the pain in my heart."

She looks up at you again, her grip on the knife never faltering. "Why was it you, huh? Why not me? What do you have that I don't? I go out of my way to have him examine me, and spend time with me. I was this close to getting him alone today, but then I saw him kiss you..."

"I ask myself that every day, Grace. I don't know why he chose me. Things just happen, people come into your life and you go from there with them."

She scowls at that response, her eyes narrowing into a glare. "You're around him too much…" The knife trembles in her grip. "That's why he's been distracted lately."

She took a step closer, and you instinctively found yourself stepping back in response. Her glare darkened, now laced with jealousy and possessiveness. "I wonder…" She says slowly, almost as if she's contemplating her next words. "Maybe if you weren't around so much anymore, I could finally have my chance…"

"Grace, please don't!" Your plea is ignored. She continues to step closer to you, her eyes glued on you and the way you flinch away from her.

"Why not?" She presses. "You get to be around him, you get to kiss him. It's not fair. He's supposed to be mine! I should be the one that gets to kiss him!"

"If you hurt me, Grace. Conrad will never forgive you. He won't want to kiss you."

Grace's bottom lip trembled at your words. It's clear that your words are getting to her, her eyes filling with tears and her gaze averting down to the floor. She knows that you're right. But her jealousy and obsession over Conrad was too strong. Her head lifts and she looks at you again, her grip on the knife tightening. "I don't care…" She whispers, her voice now trembling, and before you know it the end of the knife had met your abdomen, and then your chest. "If I can't have him, neither will you." She lowers you to the ground gently, caressing your hair as you wheeze for air.

"Grac-" You muster before, she gets up and leaves the room.

Grace was gone as quickly as she came, leaving you in a quickly darkening room as the edges of your vision slowly started to blacken. You hear a faint 'excuse me' in the distance, then another voice saying to go up the elevator, but they all turn muffled as you feel your consciousness slowly slip away.

-

"I'd probably run a CT Scan. Make sure we're not dealing with any internal bleeding-"

"Dr. Hawkins..." Conrad and Devon looked up in time to see Grace stop a few feet away from them. Both Conrad and Devon's eyes widened when they saw the blood on her shirt. Conrad's breath caught in his throat in his own wave of panic, but he forced himself to remain focused, to remain calm.

Conrad put down the clipboard Devon had given him and put his hands out cautiously. The two main things that caught his attention were the blood on her shirt and left hand and the fact her bones didn't appear to look broken on her right arm especially since there was no cast on it either. "Hi, Grace...You okay? Wanna tell me what happened?"

"I'm better now seeing you." She smiled earnestly, though hesitation still arose behind her eyes as she realized she had an audience.

Conrad forced a smile onto his face, glancing briefly in Devon's direction, signaling to the crash cart discreetly. He took a few steps forward, keeping a safe distance from her, but still close enough that he could reach her if he needed to. "That…That's good to hear, Grace." He said slowly. "But I was referring more to the blood on your clothes. Grace, who's blood is that? I won't be mad if you tell me."

Grace shook her head. "You will. She said you wouldn't kiss me if I hurt her. I don't want you to be mad at me."

Conrad's heart dropped at her response, though his expression didn't give it away. "…You didn't." He muttered, and it was more of a statement than a question. He took another few steps forward, his eyes boring into hers. “Who told you that, Grace?” Conrad asked, his voice now taking on a slightly lower tone. "Did you accidentally hurt someone? Someone you didn't mean to hurt. You can tell me I won't get mad." His tone was soft again, his eyes still focused on her. The gears were already turning in his head on who her victim was but he didn't want it to be true. "But I need you to tell me who's blood that is, Grace."

"I'll tell you, b-but you have to kiss me first. She said you wouldn't and I want to prove her wrong."

Conrad was tempted to grab her and shake her, to demand answers. But he knew that wasn't the answer. He kept his cool and took another step forward, so he was now directly in front of her and within reaching distance. "Okay," He said slowly, his eyes searching her face. "You want a kiss first, I'll kiss you."

"You will." Her eyes lightened with hope.

Conrad swallows the lump in his throat and slowly steps closer, bringing a hand up to cup the side of her face. He leans in, pausing for a moment. His hand brushed back a strand of her hair as she gazed at him like he hung the stars in her sky. He stalls and presses his head against her as he watches Devon come in from behind her. A sedative in his hands. Conrad tries once more hoping she'll open up about your whereabouts. "Where is she, Grace?" He whispered.

"I don't like pasta very much, but maybe we can get takeout sometime." Is as much as she lets out before the syringe is plunged into the vein on her neck.

Conrad watches as Grace's eyes widen and slowly glaze over. A moment later her body goes slack, and he catches her before she can fall. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he watches her body drop into a deep slumber. The realization settles, how Grace had been listening to the conversation you both had been having. You both hadn't been far from her room either. Devon appears at his side, a nervous look on his face. "Conrad, what the hell just happened?" Devon questions, checking Grace's pulse. "Conrad!" He yells after him as he sees him begin to take off into a run.

"Start prepping an O.R. now! Page Mina and possibly AJ! Page anyone to floor 3 now!" Conrad doesn't wait for a response. Devon ordered a few nurses to watch over her, giving orders on where to take her. Before taking off after Conrad.

"Conrad!"

"It's Y/n's blood!" Devon's face pales as he tries to keep up with him.

-

Conrad pushes through the doors, cursing under his breath as he sprints down the halls of floor 3. Fear and adrenaline pump through his veins, his heart thundering in his chest.

Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay…please. His thoughts chanted as he reached Grace's room.

Conrad doesn't think twice before bursting into the room. He chokes back a sob as he sees you in a puddle of your own blood. He acts fast checking for your pulse. "Baby hey, can you hear me?"

"We need a gurney and crash cart, now! Some gauze!" Devon orders to anyone listening in the halls. "Conrad, what the hell is happening, who was the girl?"

"Her name's Grace she comes in twice a month to see me."

"To see you?"

"Y/n thinks she's obsessed with me. Turns out she was right. Last month Grace had mentioned how lonely she felt living in her apartment. Now I'm starting to realize she probably meant other forms of company. I suggested she get a dog…"

"She bought a dog didn't she...oh god!"

"Y/n, baby, can you hear me!" Conrad continued patting your face. "Grace came in this morning, she broke her hand chasing after the suggested dog. I didn't think- I should've realized! Where's that damn crash cart!" Conrad yells out angrily.

A scowl takes over his face as he checks for any other wounds, but all he can see is the deep stab wound in the side of your stomach and on your chest. The nurses arrive wheeling along a gurney and a crash cart. Conrad snaps out of his thoughts and focuses on the situation at hand, grabbing the gauze from one of the nurses and pressing it firmly to your bleeding wounds.

"Damnit, baby, just hold on okay? Keep fighting." He muttered, eyes trained on your face.

He doesn't wait for the nurses to transfer you to the gurney, instead, he picks you up himself, holding you to his chest as he carefully lays you down on the gurney. Devon and the rest of the staff stand off to the side, watching as Conrad moves around you, keeping a firm grip on the gauze on the wounds as the nurses wheel you out into the hallway and towards the E.R.

-

"She was stabbed. Wound to her chest, and to her abdomen."

"Her pulse is barely there."

"She's in v-tech," Irving announced as he looked up at the monitor.

"Lost a pulse!"

"Someone get the defibrillator."

"They're gone we don't have one." Ellen reminded them.

"It's her heart..." Conrad was sure Grace had stabbed you right where she knew it would hurt you.

"We need to set up an OR now, we're losing her!" Conrad insisted urgently.

"Do we even have a functioning OR?"

"We'll put one together!" Bell and Kit said.

"Call staff back in, now!"

They began wheeling you to the OR when a wheeze and a cough broke out from your unconscious state. Blood spilled past your lips onto your oxygen mask.

"She's haematemesis!" Conrad exclaims. "Hold on for me baby, stay with us! She's choking on her own blood, she's bleeding internally!"

"Conrad we got her from here." Mina reassured as they crossed passed the red line he couldn't walk past.

Conrad reluctantly backs away from you, letting them take over and wheel you away. He stands just before the red line, a hand coming up to rub his face as a mixture of emotions fills him - guilt, worry, anger, and fear. He feels a hand on his shoulder, and he looks over to see Kitt's face etched with concern.

"What can I do?" She questions, her grip on his shoulder tightening.

"Call my dad and her sister. They need to get here now!"

Kitt silently nods at his request, and Conrad hears her calling someone as he turns to stare at the double doors you were just wheeled behind, disappearing from his sight. The only thing he could do now was wait. He looks at his hands behind sliding down to the floor. Various flashes and reminders of your voice and the conversations you had, ran through his mind, along with the ones that ran a chill through his spine.

Beautiful What’s the catch? Can’t I bring my fiance a cup of coffee out of the pure goodness of my heart? You can…but something lies behind those devious eyes. In the meantime, just wait here, I'll be back to reset your bones.Well Dr. Hawkins…when you flash her that dazzling smile and hold her gently, how can she resist doing everything that comes out of your damn mouth! Well, that idea sounds a whole lot better than the Guinea Pig- Stop, stop, stop! I can't breathe. You’re impossible. That's improbable to you. Pain in my ass… That so, Dr Hawkins. What would you like for dinner? Are you offering to cook? Yes, I'll cook tonight. What do you want? Surprise me. You got mad last time when I did. Chicken, with pasta!

You will. She said you wouldn't kiss me if I hurt her. I don't want you to be mad at me. I don't like pasta very much, but maybe we can get takeout sometime.

A sob rattled through him as he brought his palms up to his head. Hoping and praying you'd make it through. It wasn't long before he moved up to watch in on your surgery. The entire operation felt like never-ending hours.

-

He hadn't known how long he had sat in his chair. He was just waiting for the aftermath to finally hit him. And it had, as soon as Kitt walked in after some time, letting the door shut behind her. She stood there for a moment contemplating how to gather her words.

"Just give it to me straight..." Conrad looked up at her.

"She lost a lot of blood and she was down for a long time. We won't know her neurological status until we wake her up. They're moving her to the ICU."

Conrad nodded at this newfound information. He broke down again when her gentle hand touched his shoulder.

"There's one more thing..."

Conrad's entire body went stiff. He knew whatever else Kitt had to tell him was either really good or extremely bad. He silently nodded for her to continue, mentally bracing himself for the next words that came out of her mouth. Conrad lifted his head slowly. His brows furrowed as Kitt sat down beside him. She grabbed his hands.

"Come on, give it to me straight here." He urged her, the suspense killing him.

"Y/n was pregnant."

Conrad's heart dropped to his stomach and he was positive someone just dumped a bucket of ice water on him. He stares at Kitt in disbelief, unsure of whether he heard her right. His chest ached and all of the air was knocked out of his lungs as he sat there stunned, staring at her.

"Was?" He whispered, his voice cracking.

Kitt shook her head, disheartened. "She lost it."

Conrad felt as if he was going to be sick. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair as he took in a shaky breath.

"How far along was she?" He managed to get out.

"She hadn't told you yet did she?" Kitt inhales. "S-She was about 18 weeks along from what we could tell…I'm so sorry Conrad."

Conrad's breath hitched at the response, and he struggled to hold his emotions together. He gripped the arms of the chairs, his knuckles beginning to turn white. The room was beginning to spin and the news hit him like a ton of bricks. He took a moment to collect himself before looking at Kitt again.

"18 weeks," He repeated, unable to believe it. "And I didn't even know?"

"You still have her Conrad. If I know Y/n, she's a fighter, she'll pull through her recovery."

Conrad nodded at Kitt's words, trying to find comfort in them, but the pain he felt was almost unbearable. He felt responsible for not paying closer attention to you and to your behavior. He had overlooked the fact that you hadn't been feeling well due to the added stress. He should have caught the hints.

"I should have…" He began to say, but the words caught in his throat. "I should've listened to her…I should have realized sooner I-" A sob broke out of him. He clung to Kitt as she consoled him into her arms. Shushing him and saying everything was going to be okay.

After Kitt calmed him down, she left to give him a few moments alone. As he sat there, staring at the wall. Images of you and his unborn child filled his thoughts. He tried to imagine a life with you and your little one. He imagined teaching them how to walk and talk, tucking them into bed, holding your swollen belly, and feeling their kick. He imagined the life of fatherhood.

As he sat there, a wave of anger and determination washed over him. He needed to see you. He needed to see you, to feel you. To hold you in his arms and never let you go.

Taking a deep breath, Conrad stood up and slowly made his way to the ICU. The halls were eerily quiet as he walked through them, the sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls. When he reached the ICU room, he stopped and peered in through the door. He saw you lying in bed, surrounded by machines and tubes. Your face was pale and your chest slowly rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

He let out a shaky breath and leaned his head forward, letting it gently rest on the wall. He closed his eyes and silently willed himself to remain calm. He couldn't break down in front of anyone else, not here. He took in a few more deep breaths and slowly began to regain control of his emotions. As he stood there, his mind racing with thoughts, the silence around him felt deafening. He wanted nothing more than to have you crack a joke just to put him at ease.

"Hey baby, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon okay." Conrad sat down on the chair by your bed, his hand grasping yours gently and his eyes studying your features. Everything felt so familiar - his hand wrapped around yours, your skin, your hair, all of it. He felt a small wave of relief wash over him, knowing you were at least here, right in front of him. Slowly, he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against it. "When you wake up, I'm taking you home once you're allowed to be discharged. I'll cook you anything you want okay? I'll cook you chicken and pasta for the rest of our lives if that’s what you want, cause I know it's your favorite. Anything you want...you name it, baby." He chuckles lightly to himself but breaks down once more. Tears fall down his face onto your sheets as he tightens his hold on your hand.

"I'm here," He whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm right here."

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Imagine Conrad waiting for you to get out of surgery

"You're going to be okay," Conrads says, his hand gripping the end of the hospital bed so tightly that his knuckles are turning white, as he stares at your unconscious body being wheeled to the O.R. He can feel the others' eyes on him - AJ, Kitt, Bell, Devin - but he doesn't look at them. He can't tear his eyes away from you because he's afraid that the moment he does, you might disappear. He has to stay alert. If your condition worsens, he has to be ready to diagnose so they could get to a solution as quickly as possible. Every moment counts especially with your life on the line.

They reach the O.R. and Conrad is about to follow the team into the O.R. when he feels a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes follow the arm back to who it belongs to and he sees Devin,. "Conrad, you can't."

He shakes his head. "Devin, I can't just stay here. I need to be with her." He paces around his friend, running a hand over his face. The anguish on Conrad's face is clear as day, tears forming in his eyes. "I can help. I need to help."

Devin can only give him a sympathetic look, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You aren't in a rational state right now. You're anxious and worried which is understandable but if you were in there operating on her, that could affect your judgment." Devin takes a deep breath. "You know we'll do everything we can to save her. It's hard but you have to let us work."

He knows Devin is right but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Leaning against the wall, Conrad lets himself slide down the wall until he's sitting on the floor. He hears his friend walk into the O.R. but he doesn't watch him go. Instead, all Conrad can do is stare at his hands. They're stained red with blood, your blood, from when he had to put pressure on your wound in an effort to stop you from bleeding out. He could go and clean up, scrub his hands until the reminder of your life-threatening wound is gone but he can't. He doesn't want to stray too far. What if things took a turn for the worse while he was gone. No, he has to stay here so he could get any updates as soon as they're available.

Resting his head on the wall, he stares at the ceiling. His arms resting on his legs as the tears fall down his eyes. All he could do is wait and hope for the best. "You have to be okay."

[humblequestvinyl]

THE RESIDENT

H.O.D.A.D: hands of death and destruction

conrad hawkins | ★- angst, ♡ - fluff, ✮ - misc

nervous -✮ - after a secret relationship with a certain resident from atlanta, y/n l/n writes a song about all the ways he makes her feel nervous.

[whump-imagines]

Panic

Conrad x reader

WC: less than 500

For @whumpcember panic attack

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You didn't know what had happened. One minute, you were helping Hundley with triage and then you felt like you couldn't breathe. You managed to make it behind the nurses station desk before crumpling into a chair.

Your ears were ringing and your chest was starting to ache. Irving knelt down in front of you and wrapped a hand around your upper arm. “Are you okay?”

You started to nod. “Um, y-yeah. Conrad?”

“I'll page him. Just try to breathe, okay?”

A few minutes passed with Irving trying to help calm you down before Conrad was there. “I've got her. Thanks, buddy.”

Irving stood and rounded the counter.

“Hey, sweetheart. What's going on?” Conrad asked.

You looked around and noticed several eyes on you. A tear rolled down your cheek and you hiccuped over a failed breath. “Everyone’s s-staring. I c-can't breathe.”

“Okay. Let's go to my office.” He all but lifted you out of your chair and then wrapped an arm around you to steady your steps as dizziness threatened to knock you back off your feet.

He quickly guided you to his office and settled you on the couch. “Alright, I need you to take a deep breath.”

“Can't,” you wheezed out.

He took your face in both his hands and forced you to meet his eyes. “You can. Just follow me,” he took a slow exaggerated deep breath for you to follow. After a few attempts you managed to comply. “Good job. That feel better?”

“A little.” You nodded. “My chest hurts.”

Conrad gave you a reassuring smile. He took your wrist and pressed his fingers to your pulse point. “I'm not surprised. That was a pretty intense panic attack. It'll feel better soon.”

“I'm tired.”

He pulled you forward and kissed your forehead. “Take a few more deep breaths for me and then you can lay down and take a nap, okay?”

“No,” you could feel yourself starting to get worked up again. “I have to go back to work.”

“Slow breaths, sweetheart.” He took another exaggerated breath. “Right now, you need to rest. Hundley wouldn't even let you go back to work right now. Just take a nap and if you feel better after then you can try to work more. Okay?”

You took another deep breath. “Okay.”

He helped you get situated on the couch with his pillow and blanket and then turned to leave. “Love you.”

You grabbed his hand. “Can you stay until I fall asleep?”

He smiled. “Of course.” He sits down on the coffee table and runs his hand soothingly over your hair.

“Love you, Conrad,” you mumble as you fall into a deep sleep.

[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

[strwbrrysauce]

CONRADS MIDDLE NAME IS THEODORE??

CONRAD THEODORE HAWKINS

that’s so unnecessarily funny. but it makes sense

imagine if he went by his middle name though. he’d definitely want to be theo instead of theodore.

100% had a phase where he went by theo

[tracybirds]

Happy March of the OCs Part 2!

okay, so I don't really write with OCs very often, but I do like thinking about side characters and giving them random backstories and families and things :) So here's some more sims posting, this time with all the characters I've pulled out to pad up the world!

Sara Cavanaugh

Sara is Kat Cavanaugh's sister, and they love each other a lot but cannot stand to be together for longer than approximately four hours. Kat thinks Sara is materialistic and vain, Sara thinks Kat is pig-headed and selfish. They're both right and they're both wrong, as often is the case when it comes to people. Sara does appreciate material things and takes pride in her appearance, and she can be quick to judge based on appearances, but she also works hard for very little thanks and cares very deeply about her community.

Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor is about eight years old, and she's Captain Wayne Rigby's daughter. I picture him as a single dad, and someone he worries about a lot and that a lot of his grouch with Kayo was misdirected anxiety about having to constantly leave Eleanor behind while he was working overtime. Eleanor's super resilient though, and mostly saw bouncing around her friends' homes as a bit of an adventure. She love love loves the outdoors and is a huge 'Into the Unknown' fan. Her biggest dream at the moment is to become a vet at a zoo.

The list continues under the cut ><

Aidan Hawkins and Theo Hawkins-McCready

I imagine by the time Virgil meets Cass, she's a single mum with two very rambunctious sons, but for my sims save, I'm playing a little further back in the story haha, so meet her fiance, Aidan, and eldest son, Theo. Aidan is a very romantic and outgoing person but it's paired with intense insecurities and poor communication that creates a very tumultuous relationship for Cass. They both love each other, and Cass gets swept up in his grand gestures, but they struggle a lot with co-dependency and trust issues. Cass sacrifices a lot for Aidan at the expense of her career and eventually they split. Theo right now is just super cute lol <3 He's about three or four when Cass meets Virgil, and his younger brother Jordan (not pictured) is two.

Lesley Hoffman, Franklin Hoffman-Casey and Dante Hoffman-Casey

This is Colonel Casey's family :D Lesley is her wife and they have two children, Franklin and Dante. They're good friends with the Tracys through Val of course, and although they grew apart a bit after Jeff disappeared, they're still considered family friends. Lesley and Val met through a mutual friend and connected over their shared love of music and breakfast foods. Franklin is about Kayo's age, just a little younger than John, and Dante is between Alan and Gordon. Lesley "and the kids" get a brief mention in this story here :)

The Patterson Family (aka Space Controller Conrad's Family)

Conrad's family are ultra high-achievers and high-expectations and they expect big things from Conrad - he's the youngest and as he says in the episode Long Haul, his siblings are heroes in his eyes (a fire-fighter, a police officer, and a paramedic) and he feels the pressure. I kinda roll with the idea that he's several years younger than his siblings, similar to Alan being several years younger than his brothers, and so here they are. Anyway, this is them in the sims world! From top left to bottom right: Daphne and Ed, then Lawrence, the fire-fighter, Raelynn, the police officer, and Quentin, the paramedic. I have more thoughts, but they're mostly about Conrad so I'll move on for now ;D

Joanne and Walter Hackett

Joanne and Walter are Madeline Lemaire's parents :) I put the Lemaire's in a big giant house, and then made myself sad by headcanoning that they wanted kids and couldn't have them, and so I moved in her parents to make things seem a little less lonely. They're much more sensible than their son-in-law, but mostly see him as harmlessly eccentric. Walter is really into fishing and constantly taking Lemaire out on the boat for a boys day (which he hates lol), and Joanne is very into throwing dinner parties and trying out new cocktail recipes for her guests.

David Reeves

David is Tycho's twin brother purely because I think I'm funny xD He's a bit geeky and works as a primary school teacher, coaching a kids' football team and things. Because Tycho's busy jetting off around the world, David keeps a guest room for him and takes in his mail and things (I know paper mail probs won't exist but SHH). Their parents died when David and Tycho were in their twenties still, so they make sure they do Christmas and birthdays and things together and catch up as often as possible.

Gregory Moffat

This is Gregory, who is Moffie's teenage son (and also my son) and I am extremely fond of him <33 He's pretty quiet really, and plays bass guitar in a band with his friends. Moffie was a little exasperated, because he learnt the cello first and she had visions of seeing him play in an orchestra and things, but he got into an argument at the first practice and ultimately ditched it. He also like art and architecture and is very loyal to his friends.

The Taylor Family

I love the headcanon that Lucille and Lee are siblings, and I also love that she came from a large family as well (it makes sense in my head) and also I stole @avengedbiologist's idea that all the siblings have L names because I love it. I aged up the family to show you what they look like, but I haven't fixed them up fully so it's just a general idea :D Anyway, here we have Connor and Payton Taylor, and then Leonard, Laura and Lily. Leonard is the oldest, then Laura, then it's Lucille and Lee (twins for maximum ow), then Lily is the baby of the family.

I have actually written them into a story (veeeeeery loosely) here :)

[incalescentia]

@tiny-as-a-firely // prev. post

“Jacques Maillet, 2013. The Savoie.” It’s the first thing he can bring himself to say since they had arrived and his voice cracked mid-sentence. Ava’s eyes bore into the side of his, begging to tell him something surely enough, but Conrad nervously grabbed his glass of water and chugged. He wished this was alcohol. “Eh, no. Something white. Red stains my teeth.” Dora likes red, you idiot. His thoughts were daggers aimed at James. What did Dora see in him? Conrad couldn’t imagine what they had in common. He had trouble speaking to James longer than twenty minutes on a good day. Always steering conversations toward himself, where he had traveled, what he has seen, and who he has been seen with. Standard New York socialite working a cushy corporate job given to him solely based off of his last name. Maybe Conrad was exaggerating. Maybe he shouldn’t be staring threateningly across the table. He hoped it wasn’t obvious. That he was jealous. It was jealousy. His gaze found Dora again, tilting his head to the side and raising an eyebrow in skepticism. Really? This guy? “What part of town did you live in before you left, Dora?” Ava questioned, sounding like she was getting into interrogation mode. Manhattan. St Marks Place and 1st Ave. In the apartment you’ve been to a hundred times, Ava. “Oh, my god. So we have all lived in this area and have never met until now. It’s funny how this city is, isn’t it?” Dora must have answered because Ava was rambling on with a laugh. The waiter interrupted to take our drink orders, a grace from God. James went against Conrad’s suggestion and chose an obnoxiously expensive white wine. They brought it out to them with haste, chilled in an ice bucket, and poured them each a glass. Standing tableside, waiting for each of them to have a taste before walking off. The way most snobby French restaurants did, where the rich and powerful pretended they knew anything about what they were drinking. Embarrassment washed over Conrad. He has spent his life surrounded by people like this. Technically, his parents were these people. But, to sit across from Dora and have her see him fully submerged in this world, one he always diverted away from, made him shrink in size. She didn’t belong here either. They should be at the Indian place two blocks from the apartment, where they would sit for hours and challenge each other on who could eat the spiciest curry. Conrad never won. 

But would that be what Dora would want now? All these years later, to come back and fall into the same routines? It’s long enough that they might as well be strangers. Conrad doesn’t know a single detail about how she’s been living, except she had a job at the New Yorker. That James knew first. That she didn’t call him when she got the offer, or when her flight landed, or when she was mere minutes away. She didn’t want to see him. She doesn’t want you.

“Yeah, Dorothea —” James was smiling, prepared to boast about his new girlfriend, when Ava cut him off.

“Dorothea? That’s your full name? Dorothea Hawkins?” Gears were turning in Ava’s mind. It was the same look when they spent late nights at the offices consumed by thousand-paged literature and she discovered something worthwhile. Ava glanced between Dora, then Conrad, then Dora, then Conrad again. “That’s your fucking ex-wife, and you’re sitting here pretending it’s not? Are you fucking kidding me right now, Conrad?” Her words are venom, meant to poison Conrad. The least he could do was explain himself after spending the last year and a half with Ava. She deserved that. Not someone with his mouth half open, unable to produce any sound because he doesn’t want to scare off one person at this table and it’s not his fiancee. Center stage, all eyes on Conrad. Other dinner guests pretended they weren’t listening as Ava’s voice rose with dismay. “Wait, you were married? To Conrad?” James chimed in. He sounded more puzzled than angry until it clicked for him too. “That’s… messed up.”

When Conrad finally spoke, he couldn’t stare at anyone but Dora, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah, we were married.” There was plenty he could have added to that to calm the storm. That it didn’t matter they were married because that was five years ago and his feelings for Dora subsided long before he met Ava. That Dora forgot about him too. That they were adults and they could have this dinner without hitting repeat on history and stealing glances of affection. But he would be lying, and Conrad couldn’t do that. His silence was enough for Ava. “Screw you, Conrad.” She threw down her napkin in a fit of fury, pushed back her chair, and stormed out.  James stood up with her, gawking with disbelief between the two.  “I have to go after her.”

They were alone. Chest heaving with every deep breath. Neither waver their eyes from the other.

“Hawkins?” The edge of Conrad’s lips twitched; he almost smiled. 

[ofastureheroics]

Conrad Hawkins tended to lead with his heart. For years now he was protective of his heart; it felt fragile after he lost the love of his life; Nic was a light for him, a compass that led him home. And he loss her suddenly it broke him. Conrad tried to be strong for his baby; for Gigi but that first year was unbearable, it stung each time he woke up in their bed and reached over and Nic was gone. It stung when he spent those months feeding Gigi bottles and had to use formula because her mother was gone. Conrad never predicted he’d fall for someone again. 

And Conrad was a stubborn mule, he fought it. He tried not to care about Cade; she was a stranger once upon a time. Was it the mess up with my name written on the pill bottles or was it finding out the harbor secrets? That Cade was in danger; and it was protector instincts inside of me. But the more time we spent together; the more I cared; and the seconds before the shots ran out; it came through my head. And I couldn’t imagine letting Cade get hurt; I jumped without wondering on the consequences. I wanted to keep her safe; I wanted to ensure Cade stayed in my life. And Conrad can’t say when it occurred but he likes her; he may even utter the words love. But when it came to building a life he needed promise that reassurance. For Gigi he couldn’t let his daughter get hurt again. And no he never wanted to place pressure on the redhead and his daughter. We had time to spent together; to get to know each other, without the pressure of a bond with Gigi. Plus I had a whole damn village to help with the overnight. With me healing within these walls. Now me staying put was a wildcard; I was quite the smooth talker; if you gave a nurse to me, or Devon as Cade just confirmed; I had harmless threats up my sleeve and both would clear me and I’d be skipping out the door. 

His palm wrapped carefully within her own; he nodded as she aired out she wasn’t going to leave him. With ease he said “ I don’t want you to go anywhere.” Was I worried if I closed my eyes Cade might disappear? Yes because the mob was still out and going; and once the boss realizes I took the bullets and neither of us were bones, they may come back for her. I knew how strong and independent the female was; and I wanted her to know I was here. “ If I sleep promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” A smallness to his tone; as if he was holding his breath now.

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.

[daydreamingatnight209]

“New Love”

Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader

Warnings - Mentions of injury and loss/death but with fluffy ending 💕

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With all the drama in the morning, I did not expect my day to get any better. Running late from the minute I woke up to having car trouble and catching the bus in a storm seemed to set the tone for the day.

Apologising to Marion and the other staff, I rush into the sliding doors of the Chastain Park Memorial Daycare.

“Wow whoa, you look … well” Conrad laughs as he drops of his daughter Gigi, through those same doors.

Gigi looks up at her dad, scolding him for laughing at her teacher which makes Conrad smile grow wider.

He holds his hands up in defeat, wishes his daughter a goodbye and sets himself off to work on the floors below.

My luck continues to run downhill as the day goes on as I begin to feel weak, nauseous and the people in front of me start to spin.

I try to keep myself steady and on my feet as things slowly start to fade.

I hear Gigi call for her father, right before I lost my footing, instead of hitting the floor like expected I fall against something hard, something solid.

“You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes love”

Was the last thing I heard from Conrad before I gave up trying to keep my eyes open.

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Reawakening again was an experience, I’ve always hated being ill and despite working in a hospital I can’t say I ever liked them.

As I slowly gather my bearings I see a familiar face coming towards me.

Conrad knowing my history and how I feel about being cooped up in certain environments, gets straight to the point.

“ Look, I know you hate being sick, but you need to let me care for you.”

I can’t help but scoff at this “I’m not sick Conrad, I just felt lightheaded and fell”

“I’ll be the judge of that” he answers.

Just as I’m about open my mouth to speak again I hear a small voice behind us both.

“Is Y/N going to be okay daddy?”

I look over and see little Gigi with panic written across her face. My heart broke for her, being best friends with her mom meant that I’ve seen her from the day she was born, to mourning Nic’s death to who she is today.

I try to give her a smile as she comes running up to my bed. Her dad spends time to comfort her before sending her back up to daycare with one of the nurses and then off to check my results.

———————————————————————

After checking in on his daughter after everything she has seen this morning, next on Conrad’s list was to seek out Bille to confirm Y/N’s results after having her admitted.

He had to admit this morning had been rough on him, He had known Y/N though Nic and she had become a valuable part of his life and in raising Gigi. Seeing her so vulnerable, panicked him and he has spent the rest of that time chasing away that unfamiliar feeling.

He couldn’t lose you like he lost his wife.

Finally locking eyes with Bille, his move faster beneath him to find the answers he needed.

Billie, who already knew what Conrad was after passed him the iPad with Y/N’s information open.

“Her CT scans and Nero exam are all clear. She’s all okay”

Conrad fought the urge to hug his colleague as he releases a ragged breath, fighting his legs which threaten to give out before him.

While it was common for Conrad to care and fight for his patients, this reaction was new even for him but it didn’t take long for Billie to come to the conclusion.

“How long have you been in love with her?”

Conrad looks up with a confused expression, his eyes fighting some sort of internal battle.

“Conrad is okay. You are allowed to find love, it’s what Nic would of wanted for you. You know that”

Hawkins knew that Billie was right but he just wasn’t sure if he was ready yet. Even if he was falling in love with the preschool teacher.

There was only way to find out.

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After what felt like an agonising wait, Conrad finally reappeared to give me the all clear and out of pure joy and instinct I grabbed onto him and pushed him into a hug.

What I didn’t notice at first what how Conrad didn’t fight or pull away, in fact he settled into the hug and closed his eyes, just enjoying the embrace.

Something in my mind told me that he needed that hug more then I did. I stayed with him calmly until he was strong enough to pull away.

“I … I umm… I was thinking we could…”

He couldn’t get his words out and was visibly getting frustrated.

I brought myself to his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I would love too” I whispered.

“One day at a time” he whispered back, his throat threatening to close up on him as I see tears in his eyes.

I made a promise to myself to do my best and always honour his love for Nic.

“Daddy is Y/N going to be new mommy?”

For the second time that day, Gigi has snuck out of daycare to come find her dad.

Realising that Conrad hadn’t gotten full control of his emotions just yet I decided to take over.

“No sweetie your mommy will always be your mommy, I’m just an extra special friend to your daddy” I try to explain, gently.

“Is that why you two was kissing?” She asks innocently as heat rises to my cheeks.

“Erm yes, is that okay?”

Gigi nods with a smile that matches that of her fathers one earlier on today and jumps on the bed to join the pair of us.

“I wouldn’t mind having two mommies, I just want daddy to be happy again” she says, hugging Conrad, giving her consent to the potential blossoming relationship.

Today may of started terribly but it doesn’t mean it ended that way…

[enchantingqueenkitten]

Pairing: Conrad Hawkins x Reader

What happens when the love of your life loses the one that he loved?

The one he built a home with.

The one he had a child with.

What do you do when the love of your life loses the love of his life?

It wasn’t something she had planned. To fall in love with him. It was slow. Gradual. Like the morning sun rising on a summer’s day. There was a time when she was oblivious to it all. The way he’d smile. How his face lit up when he saw her. How his body relaxed when she entered his space. She was oblivious to it all until she wasn’t. Sometimes she wishes she still was because it didn’t matter how many times she told herself this was wrong; it felt right.

It wasn’t intentional. She didn’t plan it. Mostly, she would call it a coincidence. How she would end up in the hospital with an injury or wound. How he would be the one to supervise her care. Sometimes she would be coming in for check ups and he’d just appear. Like he knew she’d be there.

She knew too much already. Short snippets from his friends of how he lost Nic. How he was left a widow, single father and mourning lover all in one night. She never brought it up. Neither did he. Gigi was his constant now. His sun. The anchor that kept him standing. The person who pulled him home. She adored Gigi. A wonderful child with an intelligent mind far beyond her years.

‘She got that from Nic’.

He told her that once when they were both sharing a coffee in the hospital cafe. She had come in to visit a friend who was going into surgery. He happened to be going on a break. It was natural. Smooth. Every time they met, it was like tieing a new knot to the invisibile string that kept pulling them closer together.

She had met all his friends. He had met some of hers. They became each others’ friends and at times she found that they all ended up at the same places: the local bar in town, sometimes restuarants and even at parties for their fellow friends.

It was all a coincidence after all because the love of her life had lost the love of his life. She had no intention of stepping her foot into something that was not hers. A life that did not belong to her. A man that she adored and his daughter who came to adore her.

After all, what do you do when the love of your life loses the love of his life?

You love him from afar even if it breaks your very soul.

[websterss]

CONRAD HAWKINS

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Imagine Conrad helping you paint your nails

Tongue poking out in concentration, you take a deep breath as you lean closer to your hand which is laid flat against the coffee table, eyes narrowing in the process to get a better look. As much as you love having painted nails, you hated the process you had to go through to get them. No matter how many tips you followed or trinkets you bought - the peelable liquid latex polish barrier which was $8 down the drain - you could never get your nails to come out good.

Which seemed to be the case now as you raised your hand higher to the light once you finished the last coat to get a look at how they turned out. The nail was smudged and the coating was uneven as some sides were darker than the others. Letting out a sigh of frustration, you picked up one of the round cotton swabs and put some nail polish remover on it before beginning to wipe your nails with it.

"Conrad!"

It only takes a few minutes for your boyfriend to appear as he rounds the corner to the living room where you were. "What happened?" He asked you, taking a seat on the floor next to you.

Giving him the best pleading face you could muster, you lean to be close to him as you gesture to the array of nail polish bottles on the coffee table. "Can you help me paint my nails?"

Nodding, he kisses your forehead before shifting to a more comfortable position as he takes a look at the bottles. "So we have Passionate Peach, Baby-Oh-Baby Pink, and Redder than Red. I'm sensing a theme here." He teases with a smile.

"Thought I should do something festive since Valentine's Day is almost here." You tell him, pointing at the third bottle.

Rolling the bottle between his hands for a few seconds, he uncaps it as he pulls out the brush. "Well then let's give you some Valentine's Day-worthy nails."

[humblequestvinyl]

i'm not pretty

I’M NOT PRETTY, CONRAD FISHER X FEM!READER

APART OF THE ‘ANOTHER ON THE WAY’ SERIES

SUMMARY: while dating one of the hottest boys on cousin’s beach, and an accidental like on an old instagram post, singer y/n l/n realizes exactly what her relationship with the entails, and past girls she might have pissed off.

inspired by i’m not pretty by megan moroney

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lowercase is intentional! wc: 0.7k

warnings: reader is blonde today (i promise this will make sense), belly being kinda a bitch!! (peace and love), use of nickname/relationship nicknames (babe)

a/n: guys this is not my best work but thats what i get for not writing since november

“UM, HEY CONRAD?”

y/n called out as she sat in the kitchen of the susannah fisher’s beach house, and the boy turned the corner, giving the girl he loved a wide smile.

“what’s up sunshine?”he questioned, resting his head on the shoulder of the blonde, and he could see instagram open on the girl’s phone, “who’s this?”

y/n pulled up a profile, with her face filled with confusion, and she heard conrad groan as soon as he saw it, “is it someone bad?”

“my ex girlfriend.”conrad told her, and the girls lips shaped into an ‘oh’, before tilting her head slightly.

“but i thought you and nicole were just a fling?”she questioned before conrad went back and tapped on the profile once more, “sunshine that isn’t nicole.”

“that’s belly.”

isabel conklin. the girl that had always loved conrad, and could never move past the breakup between the two. even now when she was interested in his brother, and conrad was dating y/n, the girl couldn’t move past the boy that should have been hers.

“yeah, that explains a bit of it.”y/n shifted back in her seat as conrad walked across the island, and raised an eyebrow at her, “what! you and i both know she wasn’t exactly nice to me the last time i was here while she was.”

y/n was right, belly wasn’t nice to her the last time the two were both at the beach house together. in the blonde’s words, the girl was a bitch. but she tried to be as nice as she could for conrad’s sake, knowing how much the conklins meant to his family.

“did she comment anything?”conrad questioned, and y/n shook her head no, “maybe she heard one of the songs you wrote and accidentally liked the post.”

the blonde gave the boy a look, knowing how wrong he was, “i love how naive you are.”

“i am not naive!”conrad argued as the blonde walked away, up towards the guest bedroom she had been staying in at the fisher’s beach house.

“keep telling yourself that babe!”y/n shouted before she climbed up the stairs, and into the room where her guitar sat, just screaming at her to write a song for her upcoming EP.

the girl had recently been signed to a record label, and while the inspiration had been there, the words wanting to be sung had disappeared from thin air. until now it was almost like a fire had been lit under her as soon as she got the instagram notification, all the words wanted to spill out of her.

it was almost hours before conrad finally peaked into the room, to see his girlfriend hovering over her song book, with her guitar playing and he could see himself in the background of her video.

“somewhere out there, my boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend is scrolling through my instagram.”she sang, and a small smile crept up onto conrad’s face knowing this would make her ep.

“tearing me down, passing the phone around like there’s nothing better to talk about.”the blonde went on, playing what conrad would call a beautiful cord progression on her guitar, “zoomin out, zoomin in, overanalysing.”

“head queen of the mean girl’s committee.”

“but whatever helps, keep telling yourself i’m not that pretty.”she finished, before turning off her video, finally noticing conrad standing in the doorway.

“that’s going on the EP isn’t it?”he questioned as y/n stood up, wrapping her arms around the boy she adored.

she looked up at him with a wide smile, before nodding slightly,

“you know me so well, lover boy.”

[whump-imagines]

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Moodboards

Best Friends Brother AU || One Chicago || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sarah Reese: Police Officer || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Single Dad!Severide || One Chicago || Kelly Severide Centric

Halstead Brothers Adopt Reese || One Chicago || Gen

Merlyn Twins au || One Chicago & Arrow || Tommy Merlyn & Connor Rhodes

One Chicago x Jatp Fusion || One | Two | Three || One Chicago & Julie and The Phantoms || Mult-ship

The Andi AU || One | Two || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric & Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

The Resident x One Chicago Crossover || One | Two || The Resident & One Chicago || Gen: Conrad Hawkins & Sarah Reese

Ballet au || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Voight Family Values || One Chicago || Gen and Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sarah Reese as a Former Black Widow || One Chicago & Marvel Studios || Gen: Sarah Reese & Bucky Barnes

The Sisters Halstead || One Chicago || Gen: Makayla Ward & OC

MCU Spiderman Meets The Amazing Spiderman || Marvel Studios || Gen

Mockingbird || One Chicago & DC TV || Gen: Sarah Reese & Dick Grayson & Mult-Ship

Severide & Reese Step-Siblings au || One Chicago || Gen: Sarah Reese & Kelly Severide

Burgstead Pregnancy AU || One Chicago || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Superstar Juke AU || Julie and The Phantoms || Julie Molina x Luke Patterson

NHL Star! Connor Rhodes || One Chicago || Connor Rhodes Centric

WHAT IF NESTA COULDN’T PHYSICALLY SPEAK IN ACOTAR? || ACOTAR || Nesta Archeron x Cassian

What if Paulo took Daisy with him when he left Clump? || Irreverent || Gen: Paulo Keegan & Daisy

Some Kind of Haunted || One | Two || One Chicago & Criminal Minds & CBS FBI International || Gen: Brian Lang & Connor Rhodes && Connor Rhodes x Sarah Reese

FICS

Marvel Comics

The One Where Tony Survives (Alt Endgame Universe) || WIP (Series)

A Handful of Moments I Wished I Could Change (And a Tongue like a Nightmare that Cut like a Blade) || Complete || One Shot

Two Worlds (One Family) || Complete || One Shot

The Darcy Lewis Chonicles (Series)

Just Tony || Darcy Lewis and Tony Stark || One Shot

Julie and The Phantoms

Found a Time and Space || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Juke & Williex

In These Small Hours (Series) || Complete

Hollywood Tragedy Aftermath || Complete || Bobby | Trevor Wilson Centric

Do You Hear That Love? || Complete ||  One Shot  || Willie x Alex

Melancholy Kaleidoscope || Complete || One Shot  || Julie x Luke

Little Wonders (These Twists and Turns of Fate) || Complete || One Shot || Julie x Luke and Willie x Alex

One Chicago 

You Held Me Up on Your Shoulders Way Up High || Chicago Med and Chicago Fire || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese and Kelly Severide 

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || Chicago PD || WIP (Series)

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || WIP ||  Multi-Chapter || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess 

Blood Thicker Than Water || One Shot || Complete || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Married But As Friends (Series) Chicago Med || Complete

Delicate || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You Could Still See the Best in Me || Chicago Med ||  Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Cause I Clutched Your Arms like Stairway Railings || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Freeze Time, Baby Rewind  || Chicago Med ||  Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Friends Don't Look at Friends That Way || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Come Back Be Here (Series) || Complete

Never Stop || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Guilty by Association || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

If I Drift in the Wrong Direction (You Turn the Tide) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You & Me || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Reader Imagines (Series)

Apartment Fire || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Jay Halstead &  Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling

Doctor Visit  || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Halstead brothers Will & Jay Halstead &  Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling, and Manstead if you squint

One Chicago Soulmate AU || WIP (Series)

Your Words (Burned into My Skin) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

In Your Eyes (and it all makes sense) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sweet Nothing (All You Wanted From Me Was) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Long Story Short  || WIP (Series)

Rare as a Glimmer of a Comet  || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Voight Family Values || WIP (Series)

Yeah, I Just Wanna Take You Home || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Hold On, I Still Want You  || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Interlude: What If || Chicago Med || Complete || Drabble || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming (You Were Breaking Down) || Chicago Med || WIP || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

DC TV

What Happened in Russia, Didn’t Stay in Russia || Arrow || Oliver x Felicity (An AU season 2 rewrite) || WIP (Series)

You’ll Always Be My Girl (or Felicity’s first scar and Oliver’s lecture) || Complete || One Shot

Slade’s Promise (Or Oliver’s Overprotective But with Good Reason) || Compete || One Shot

DC TV/Chicago Med Crossover

Mockingbird & Co.

The Same Little Breaks In Your Soul || Chicago Med || Arrow || Titans ||  WIP || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

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