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americaswritings · 2 years ago

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When we fall | Part 3

Warnings (for all parts): Fluff, angst, description of injuries and blood, gun use, cursing, probably unaccurate policing/medicine

Summary: You moved to Chicago to start a new life. Working as a doctor alongside your brother Connor you make new friends and although you swore to yourself not to let any man in your life at least for a while, your promises fail when you lock eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar.

Words: 6k

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Doctor!Rhodes!reader

A/N: And here is the last part of the short series. The events are inspired by a chicago med ep. I really hope you enjoyed it :)

Part 1 | Part 2

“We’ll take care of you and your daughter.” You smiled at your patient reassuringly, noticing someone moving towards you in corner of your eye. Turning your head you saw a man with tousled hair standing at the threshold, his eyes almost hazy as his gaze skipped around the room.

“Where’s Leah?!”, he barked out, his eyes only focused on your patient. Your gaze flickered towards her, taking in the fear in her eyes and the gasp that left her lips. “Jake? How did you find us here?”, she whispered, oblivion dripping from her voice.

“Did you really think you could just leave and take our daughter with you? She’s my daughter too!” He took a threatening step closer, eyes narrowed. “Now, where is she?!”

Your patient’s breathing had quickened and a look at the heart monitor told you she was about to have a panic attack. “Sir, I need you to calm down and take a step back”, you said forcefully, drawing his attention on you. His eyes jumped to you, anger brimming in them.

“Like hell I will! I’m taking my wife and my kid home now!” Your eyes flickered towards the nurse, giving her a little nod to signal her to call the security service, before you met his again. “I can see you’re upset. But your wife and your daughter are sick. They need treatment and rest-”

“Shut up!” You flinched as he yelled at you, his loud voice alarming multiple people around you. “Everything okay in here?” Will appeared at the door, his eyes scanning the room until they landed at yours, staying there as he waited for an honest answer.

The man shook his head furiously, but he took a step back. You almost exhaled in relief. “I want to see my daughter! Now!”, he demanded, but before anyone could gave him an answer, he turned and ripped open the curtain to the next room.

You heard squeals, alarmed voices mixing with the sound of another curtain being ripped open. “Sir, I need you to leave now!” Will leaned forward to grab the man’s shoulder when suddenly he yanked out a gun, twisting around and pointing it right at Will’s chest.

A gasp escaped you as you watched Will stumble back, his hands raised. “Look man, we’re just trying to help, okay?” But the man, Jake, didn’t seem to hear any of it, his eyes filled with hatred and something that scared you even more; desperation and determination. A dangerous combination.

He wouldn’t leave until he got what he wanted.

“What’s going on here?” You heard Connor’s voice, saw him step out of a patient’s room and move towards the intruder. From his angle he couldn’t see the gun, couldn’t know the severity of the situation.

“Connor, no!” Your legs moved forward at the same time as the man turned around, the gun pointed at your brother. Everything seemed to happen so fast and in slow-motion at once as your body reacted purely on instinct, the fear for your brother carrying you forward.

You didn’t know if he meant to pull the trigger or if it was out of reflex, but you had no time to think about it as a shot rang out.

You would have screamed, but no sound left your mouth as the impact hit you, sending your body tumbling backwards until it hit the wall. Only moments before your feet had carried you forward, but now they suddenly couldn’t take your weight anymore, your body sinking to the ground.

Around you screams were erupting, but they sounded drowned out, as if you were underwater. Your name was being called, but it all seemed to blend into a haze.

You tried to peek at where you felt a sudden pressure in your body, shock mixing with confusion as you saw blood staining your clothes. Just seconds ago you had been standing in a patient’s room and now you were on the ground, your own blood pooling around your feet. It didn’t make sense.

From the periphery of your eye you saw people running. Some moved towards you, but most of them the opposite way. Away. They were running away.

And they were pushing, tripping, falling over each other. “Put down the gun!” You saw one of the security men approach, his own gun drawn at the attacker. Another shot cut through the atmosphere, but to your horror it was the security man that fell, blood splattering from a wound to his front.

“Everyone just back off!”

Jake’s sharp voice snapped you out of your shock and all at once reality hit you. Pain sank in, slowly at first and then in a stream of hot sensations. Tears formed in your eyes at the burning pain and you grit your teeth, trying to will it away, because you knew you needed to be aware of what happened next.

Lifting your head slightly you found the ER had mostly cleared out, only a few people remaining. Among them were Will and Connor, both of their bodies’ turned towards you in a way that suggested they had tried to get to you, their hands raised.

“Just let me get to my sister, okay? I’m a doctor and she needs help.” You stared at Connor, seeing the panic he tried to restrain as he appealed to the man reasonably. Jake’s eyes flickered towards you, hesitance written over his face.

“You didn’t want this to happen, do you?” Connor asked, his voice strained. “So let me make this better. Let me help.” He was pleading now and another wave of panic filled you as you realized he was only mere seconds away from doing something reckless.

For a moment you thought you were going to throw up from the sickness that cursed through your body, but you feared you wouldn’t even be able to move your body in the state you were in.

Jake let out a frustrated breath, gesturing towards you with his gun. “Okay. Okay!” Connor rushed over to you immediately, his concerned eyes meeting yours. “Are you okay? How do you feel? Can you tell me where you’ve been hit?”

You tried to follow his questions, your mind spinning. Instead of an answer you let out a groan as Connor found your wound, pressing down on it. “We need to stop the bleeding.”

Now that he was here by your side a weakness took over your body and you welcomed it. Welcomed the dark, because it felt easier to lean into it than fight it. But it never swallowed you. As much as you wished you could just pass out, the pain didn’t end, keeping you caged in your body.

You didn’t need to ask him how serious your condition was. The urgency in Connor’s movement alone was enough for you to confirm it was bad, the seeping hot pain a further indicator.

You saw Jake still waving his gun around, speaking in an animated tone with Will and Maggie. To your left someone had crouched down next to the security guard and you felt a flicker of relief when you saw it was Ethan.

A cough rose up your throat and your body shook, sending an ache through you. When you wiped your mouth you noticed your skin had turned red.

“No, no, no”, your brother whispered, his eyes frantic. “Connor”, you said, your voice a little hoarse. He paused for a moment, both of you locking eyes in a quiet exchange. “I’m scared”, you whispered, feeling a few tears escape your eyes.

Connor swallowed, his eyes filled with desperation. “I know”, he leaned closer, “But you will be okay. I will fix it, okay?.”

You nodded slowly, needing to cling to his words. To hold onto the reminder that you would be okay. That your life wasn’t over when you hadn’t even started fully living yet.

It didn’t make sense. You had woken up a few minutes before your alarm clock, had been in an oddly good mood as you had gotten ready for work and even your patients had been unusually patient and grateful. Today was a good day. Not a day that could turn into such a catastrophe in the blink of an eye.

This didn’t happen. Maybe in books or on tv. But not here, not to people like you.

“Hey!” Dr. Goodwin appeared in your vision, bending down to Connor and you. “What’s the status?” You hadn’t seen her before, but knowing she was here already gave you a sparkle of hope. As the hospital’s executive director it was her job to find solutions, even in the face of the worst possible events. She would get them out of here, somehow.

“She’s been shot in the abdomen. No exit wound so the bullet is still inside. I believe she’s bleeding internally.”

You saw a shadow cloud Dr. Goodwin’s as she looked at you and it was as if you could see the wheels in her head turning as she assessed the situation.

“What’s going on?”, you asked weakly, needing to know if the others were safe. “Mr. Whitman demands to take his wife and daughter and leave. I was on the phone with the Chicago police department. They told me he’s got a history of domestic abuse and violence. The wife filed a report on him and moved states to get him out of her life.”

“And he found her now.” You gulped, slowly piecing the pieces together. Dr. Goodwin nodded, graveness written over her face. “So what’s the plan?” It was Connor, his voice urgent.

Dr. Goodwin sighed, taking off her glasses and pinching the brick of her nose. You had never seen her like this, so defeated, and it filled you with unease.

“The police is here and a squad team too. But there is no way we can let them inside or get someone outside right now without Mr. Whitman noticing. Right now they are preparing for getting just one person in. Unarmed.”

“What help is that going to be?” Connor let out a scoff and it annoyed you how quick to judge he was, and more so, that you agreed with him. What would another person talking to Jake change?

“It would be a trained officer, who has the experience and skills to deal with these kind of high pressure situations. The plan would be for him to try and talk to Mr. Whitman first and if that’s not effective either, assess the situation and make a move or get back to the team and share valuable information with them.”

You could see Connor still shaking his head, but Dr. Goodwin stood again. “It’s the only thing Mr. Whitman has agreed to. You know I would prefer to get everyone else out, but he has been clear. If one person leaves, he is going to make use of his gun again.”

“And what are we supposed to do now? Just wait?”

“Connor”, you tried to calm him, but his eyes snapped to yours. “We need an OR now! Monique!” The blonde nurse standing next to Ethan looked over. You could see the fear written all over her face. “Can you take over for a moment?”

She gave a nod, her eyes flickering to Jake who didn’t let them out of sight. Crouching down next to you the two quickly exchanged their hands applying pressure onto your wound, the sensation making you let out a groan.

But you pushed away the pain, trying to focus on Connor. “What are you doing?”, you hissed as you watched him get up, wishing you could hold him back.

“Dr. Rhodes, we should wait for the officer to arrive. Right now the situation is stable and I can’t risk-” “Stable? Is that what you call this?” Connor pushed himself fully up now, the movement catching Jake’s eye.

“Sit back down!” But Connor lifted his hands, taking a cautious step forward. “My sister likely suffers from an internal bleeding. We need an OR to-” “No! Nobody goes anywhere!”

Connor’s face fell, his shoulders sinking, but he took another step forward. The grip the fear had around your heart tightened. “Please, I need to stop the bleeding. You don’t want her to die, right?”

Jake stared at you for a moment before his attention was back on your brother. “I just want my daughter and my wife!”

“And we get that. We do. But she-”, he turned halfway towards you, his eyes not leaving Jake for a second, “has nothing to do with this. Let me save her life.”

“I said no one goes anywhere! You save her here or you don’t save her at all. It’s on you!”

You watched Connor open his mouth again, but before he could say another word Jake stepped forward, his gun pointed directly at his chest.

“Do I look like someone who’s joking?!”, he yelled, making everyone around him flinch. Connor made himself a little smaller, taking a small step backwards while shaking his head. “Yeah, so you better listen to what I’m saying! No get your ass back down there!”

You didn’t have the heart to watch Connor when he returned to you, to see the defeat and hopeless on his face. The fear.

He had barely sat down again when another turmoil broke loose, gaining everyone’s attention. It had to be the officer Jake had allowed in, though you didn’t want to know what he would get in return for the favour.

Although you didn’t feel much hope regarding the plan, you trusted the police to make the right choice. This couldn’t be their first hostage situation, so they knew what to do, right?

What you hadn’t anticipated was that the officer coming in could be someone you knew. Someone you knew very well.

Jay.

No.

You blinked a few times, but it was unmistakably him.

His voice. His physique.

A touch at your hand drew your attention away from him for a moment and you noticed Monique had reached for it. Only now you saw you had balled your hand into a fist, all the tension left in your body visible in that one grip. Slowly she loosened it, taking your hand into hers instead and squeezing it in reassurance.

You didn’t know the young nurse so well- she was a little more on the reserved and quiet side- but the gesture filled you with deep gratitude, giving you the strength to look up again and face this new reality.

Jay hadn’t noticed you yet, his whole focus on calming Jake enough to make an uneventful entrance. When he seemed confident in the situation he scanned the room, assessing the conditions they were dealing with.

He did it with a professional calmness you wished you could have right now, his face only giving away his emotion when they fell on his brother. “Hey, man. You alright?”

He stepped forward, avoiding any rapid movements and Will nodded. “I’m okay. But Mrs. Kaden is in a bad condition. The stress on top of her physical state worries me.”

He said something else, but he had lowered his voice that it was impossible for you to understand anything. Jay nodded. “What about the two victims?”

“The security guard got hit at the shoulder. He’s stable.” “And the other one?” Will shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness. “She’s over there with Connor. It doesn’t look good, Jay.”

It was strange, listening to them and knowing they were talking about you. Waiting for the moment Jay’s eyes fell upon you.

You didn’t know what kind of reaction you were anticipating, but nothing could have prepared you for the utter shock that filled Jay’s face as he looked at you.

You watched him do a double take, every trace of his confidence and expressionlessness gone, replaced by a turmoil of emotions. He almost lunged forward, stopping himself when Jake’s warning voice filled the air.

You could see Connor’s questioning gaze on you, but you were focused fully on Jay as he made his way over to you with careful movements.

When he crouched down in front of you, he was close enough for you to see a hint of fear in his eyes. “What happened?”

Your petty argument, the distance, it all seemed forgotten as you stared at him, not strong enough to hide your own fear. “I got shot.”

Although it was obvious, it was the first time you had said the words out loud, had acknowledged the fact that this was really happening to you. It felt surreal, even with the burning pain spreading through your body, making it impossible to keep your composure.

Jay’s eyes softened as he heard your husky voice, the effort it took you to form the words another sign how bad your current shape was. For a moment his eyes drifted over your body, his face twisting in pain as he stared at your blood, before he looked up again.

“He said he’s going to kill us if he doesn’t walk out of here with his wife and his kid.” Jay nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I know.”

“But- you’re here now…right?”

“Yeah, I am.” Jay tried to force an encouraging smile on his face, but you knew him well enough to know it was strained.

“You’re here”, you repeated relieved, your voice almost giving up at the end and you coughed. Jay stared at you, his eyes a little widened, his pupils dilated in fear.

He was scared. For you. He was scared for you.

“Her pulse is up to 120 and she’s sweating.” It was Monique and you saw her exchange a look with Connor. “What’s her condition?” Jay was talking to Connor now, as if he had only now realized he was there.

Under different circumstances your brother wouldn’t have let go what had just happened right in front of his eyes. He would have teased you until you would have told him the truth about Jay and you. But now he did, just like that, knowing there was no time for it as yours was running out.

The thought sent another wave of fear through your body, but with the hot pain and the growing weakness you felt too overwhelmed to do anything about it. So you tried to focus on the feeling of Monique’s hand holding yours, on Jay’s closeness and your brother’s words.

“The bullet likely caused internal bleeding. She’s losing too much blood.” Connor almost ran a hand over his face like he always did when he was stressed, stopping himself when he saw your blood on his hands.

“What do you need?”

“I need an OR. I need to find the bleeding and stop it.” His voice was a mix of desperation and determination and Jay listened intensely. His mask of professionalism was back in place, the sight having something grounding to it in the midst of this chaos, but you could detect a few flaws where his emotions threatened to pour in.

“I’m here to negotiate”, he began, eyes cast towards Jake, continuing lowly, “but really I think this will take a different ending.”

You wanted to ask him what that meant, but it seemed too difficult and you were forced to watch him get up instead. As Connor tried to get up too you tried to catch his wrist. You failed, but the movement still let him pause.

“Don’t go, please”, you whispered, your body shaking. You wished you could stop it, but you had lost all control over it, and when had it become so cold?

You felt Jay’s eyes on you as Connor leaned down to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. “You’re sweating and your pulse is way up. Your skin is ice cold and you’re pale. I don’t need to tell you what that means. We need to do something now.”

You felt tears run down your cheeks as you tried to shake your head, silently pleading him to stay. He had already risked it with Jake once. What would he do when Connor tried it again and this time he wouldn’t give up?

“I’m coming back.” Connor stroked your cheek once before pressing a kiss against your forehead. Then he was gone, his touch only a faint memory as your head sank back against the wall.

As the two walked away from you they blurred into nothing more than silhouettes. Muffled voices filled your ears, but they were too drowned out for you to understand anything. Monique was speaking to you too, the level of her tone indicating she was saying something to soothe you, but her words never reached you either.

A part of you wanted to pass out. As much as you wanted to know what happened, with Connor and Jay not by your side any longer all your fight had left you. The pain felt unbearable now, as if someone had lit your body on fire and the flames were eating at you, slowly burning you alive.

Your throat was closing and it was getting hard to breathe. Every once in a while you choked on air, raspy coughs escaping your mouth. And it was so cold. Colder than the winter in Chicago.

The last sound you heard before the darkness finally swallowed you was a gunshot.

The first thing you felt when you woke was the heaviness of your body, as if an invisible weight had been placed upon you.

You could hear the steady beeping of a monitor, the sound having something reassuring to it. You listened to it for a while, too tired to pull yourself out of the haze yet.

But then the events of the day came crashing back to you, the image of Jay and Connor both leaving your side to get Jake to let them save you. The sound of a gun going off.

You blinked your eyes open, your vision only slowly clearing. But eventually it sharpened, revealing the inside of a hospital room.

You weren’t surprised at the sight, but you still paused when you took in the IV you were hooked upon. “Look who’s awake.”

Turning your head you found April at the door, a smile on her lips. But you could see it wasn’t as effortless as usual and you wondered where she had been when all of it had happened.

Had she gotten out, left to wonder about Ethan’s and everyone else’s wellbeing? Or had she been hiding in one of the other patient rooms?

“How are you feeling?” She stepped into the room, beginning her check-up on you. You let her do it, squinting when she shone a bright light in your eyes. “I’ve felt better before”, you answered truthfully, growing slightly more aware or the pressure in your abdomen.

At least it didn’t hurt yet. You didn’t want to think of the moment the pain meds would wear off.

“Where’s my brother?” April had finished her tests, squeezing your hand. “He’s still in the hospital. I told him to go home and get some rest, but he insisted on staying.”

April shook her head, clearly disapproving of your brother’s choices. “But I did get him to take a shower. He should be in the on-call rooms right now. Do you want me to go and get him?”

You thought about it for a moment. “No, let him sleep. It’s been a hell of a day for him too.”

April nodded, a small smile on her lips. “What about detective Halstead? Do you want me to send him home too?”

You stared at her in surprise. “He’s still here? Wait- how much time passed?”

“5 hours. And yes, he’s here. Actually, he just got himself a coffee. I might have forgotten to mention how disgusting the one from the vending machine is.”

“You’re evil.” You narrowed your eyes at her, chuckling. April shrugged. “Can’t have anyone know our secrets. So what is it with you and the other Halstead. Is he the one you’ve been texting this whole time?”

You hesitated, ready to deny her words, because you were used to keeping it a secret. But you weren’t sure that was possible after today, and honestly it all seemed so unimportant know that you had almost lost your life.

“We were. But things are kind of- complicated between us so I’m not sure where we’re standing.”

“Well”, April walked towards the door, a smile on her lips, “whatever it is it can’t be so serious. You should have seen the way he looked at you when you came out of surgery.”

Your chest tightened as a wave of emotions flooded you. “He really stayed for me?”

April grinned. “He might have claimed there to be paperwork at first. And then that he wanted to look after his brother. But Will went home hours ago and guess who spend the whole time of your surgery pacing the waiting room.”

April winked at you. “I’m going to search for Ethan now. I wanted to wait for you to wake up before leaving.”

Warmth filled you and you had to blink away the tears, touched by everyone’s concern for you. But the mention of Ethan’s name had also reminded you that you hadn’t been the only one hurt today.

“Is everyone okay? The security guard, did he make it?”

“Oh yeah, we’re all okay.” Before she could say another word someone else appeared in the doorway and April left, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Hey.” You didn’t think you had ever heard Jay speak so softly. It made you want to pull him close and snuggle up beside him, be safe in his arms and forget everything else.

“Hey”, you said, trying to sit up a little, but realizing it was a pointless mission.

You supressed a grin when you noticed the coffee cup in his hand, but Jay had followed your gaze, lifting it up. “That’s the worst coffee I’ve ever had”, he declared, “and we’ve only got a new machine at the precinct last year.”

You chuckled lightly. “We have the good one hidden in the break room. But don’t tell anyone I’ve told you that.”

Jay grinned. “Your secret’s safe with me.” Pulling a chair to your bedside and setting his cup on the nightstand he sat next to you, his eyes flickering over your face.

“I prefer when I am the one taking the bullet.”

He smiled, but it was a sad smile, the stress from the past hours visible on his face. “What can I say? You made it seem so effortless.”

But Jay didn’t seem amused, his eyes heavy. “When I heard about the hostage situation, I hoped you weren’t on shift. I called you, but you didn’t pick up.” He blew out a breath.

“And my brother didn’t either so-” He ran a hand over his face. “It’s why I needed to be the one going in. I needed to know if you were okay.”

“And they let you?” Although you knew they had, you were surprised Jay had been chosen. You didn’t doubt his capability as a cop, but just like you weren’t allowed to be on a personal case you had believed Jay’s involvement would have been a red flag as well.

“Not at first, no. But I was very convincing. And Voight’s not too strict about the rules anyway.”

You didn’t want to imagine the length Jay might have gone to, to get what he wanted. Especially with Voight, who didn’t appreciate anyone speaking up against him or acting out of line.

You stirred a little, your body beginning to ache. “What happened after I passed out?”

Jay’s brows drew together and you could see the graveness in his eyes. “He wouldn’t let you go.” His jaw hardened. “Like I said, negotiations didn’t work with him.”

“Does that mean…-”, you trailed of, your heart heavy. Jay gritted his teeth. “Our backup plan was for me to lead him somewhere the squat team could take the shot.”

“So he’s dead now?” You didn’t know what to feel when Jay nodded his head once. Certainly not regret, not after what he had done, but there was no relief either. Instead you just felt numb, like the turmoil of emotions you had experienced in the past hours had left you completely empty.

“And the mother and her kid?” “They are okay.” Jay seemed as relieved to deliver those news as you felt and for the first you truly allowed yourself to take a big exhale. “As okay as they can be under these circumstances.”

“How could he even walk in with a gun?” You shook your head in disbelief, wishing for answers you know you would never get. “The hospital’s head launched an investigation”, Jay told you and you imagined the stress Dr. Goodwin must be facing even now that it was over.

“That’s good I guess”, you muttered. “Yeah.” But Jay seemed somewhere else with his thoughts and for a moment you feared he would go back to being distanced towards you.

But to your surprise he leaned forward, his hand almost touching yours on the bed. “What happened?”

You scrunched up your nose in confusion. “To you. What happened to you? How did you get shot?”

You took a deep breath, knowing you would have to face that question again once Connor was up. He would be upset, but as much as you regretted your action, wished things had gone differently, you couldn’t say it had been a mistake. Not if you had prevented something worse, like a bullet hitting your brother.

“It all happened so fast.” You closed your eyes, trying to recall the moment. But your memories were hazy, the images blurry, only in fragments.

“I saw Connor coming out of a patient’s room and he- he couldn’t see the gun. Jake would have shot him. He- I- I had to do something.”

When you opened your eyes again you saw Jay’s green eyes staring intensely at you, his brows furrowed deeply.

A shadow covered his face, but it vanished before you could ask about it.

“So you’d rather get yourself killed?” It sounded a little accusing and your face fell, anger filling you. “Don’t you think I know that now? But you would have done the same for Will. I know you would have.”

Jay shifted. “That’s different”, he said, but you tilted your head at him. “I’m too tired for that conversation.”

Jay looked hurt and disappointed, but you didn’t regret your words. You couldn’t take his arguments now, not now when you were still coming to terms with the reality that you had almost lost your life.

“I didn’t know you were so selfless. I mean-”, Jay rubbed the back of his head, “I knew, because of your job and how you treat your patients, but taking a bullet for someone else? I didn’t know you were a hero.”

He was smiling now, trying to loosen the atmosphere, but this words had the opposite effect on you. “I’m not”, you said quietly. “I didn’t even mean to do that. My body just- reacted. That’s not bravery or selflessness.”

This time Jay touched your hand, the unexpected gesture drawing your attention back to him. “It’s always an instinct. It happens too quickly for anyone to make a conscious decision. It can be a reflex and still be brave. Because you didn’t hesitate.”

You hadn’t thought of it like that before and you started at him, your thoughts swirling in your brain as the desire to be close to him clouded your mind once more.

“Does it ever get easier?” You blinked, a little scared to be so vulnerable in front of him. “On tv they are fine after that. They are so cool about it. But what if I’m not fine? What if that was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me and I’m so scared?”

You bit your lip, forcing back the tears. But the truth was you weren’t ready to die yet. And coming so close to death had left its marks on you. You could feel it everywhere, as you gazed around the room, took in all the sensations you could feel, looked at Jay beside you. It was all so much.

“Hey.” Jay squeezed your hand. “That’s acting. It’s fake. You almost died. You’re not supposed to be fine right now.”

A tear escaped your eye and you wiped at it, trying not to be furious at yourself for losing your composure in front of Jay. “I don’t know how you do it. Getting shot at and still running towards danger and not away.”

Jay seemed sheepish out of a sudden, no hint of his usual confidence and wit. “It’s my job. Just like I could never do what you do.” You felt yourself smile a little, his recognition making you feel a little less small in the hospital bed. “And sometimes there are- things that happen on this job that you don’t just get over. We all have things we’re dealing with. Even I.”

Now you squeezed his hand, trying to show him you were there if he ever needed to talk to someone. Jay looked at you with gratitude in his eyes. He understood, even without words.

Silence settled in, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. There came no pressure to come up with something to say, no need to say anything at all and you could see it was the same for Jay, his thoughts drifting.

“So Connor huh?”

You hadn’t expected the question, drawing your brows together. “What?”

Jay licked his lips, inhaling. “I saw you two together. And then today-”, he trailed off, gazing to the side as he collected himself.

“I don’t know what you saw-”, you began, but Jay raised a hand. “Don’t deny it. I’m not blind. It’s obvious how much you care for each other.”

You started at him, rendered speechless as you tried to imagine what he could have seen. But it didn’t matter, because Jay was- “You’re jealous!”

He twisted in his chair, pulling his hand away. “I’m not jealous”, he said, but you shook your head, grinning. “Yes, you are.”

Annoyance flashed over his face. “I just don’t like to be played with.” Your smile faded a little, but the relief you felt only grew as your slowly began to piece it all together.

“That’s why you acted so cold towards me out of a sudden. You saw me and Connor and you thought-” You almost let out a laugh, only suppressing it as you took in Jay’s unamused expression.

“Well detective Halstead, Connor is my brother.”

You watched with delight how his face turned into confusion, surprise and then hope. “He’s your brother”, he repeated in disbelief and you nodded. “I told you I came to Chicago, because I have family here.”

Jay let out a groan, the previous tension melting from his body as your words sank in. “But Will-”, he paused, clearly rethinking something his brother had said to him, “that bastard. When I saw you together I asked him about you and he warned me not to try anything, because of Connor. He never thought to mention once that he’s your brother.”

“You asked Will about me?”

Jay narrowed his eyes playfully. “That’s what you’re concerned about?”

You let out a laugh. “Not concerned, no. I just- you asked your brother about me.”

Jay raised his brow. “Why is that so hard to believe? I mean, you asked him about me too.”

Your face flushed. “I did not!”

“Yes, you did!” Jay chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “Will told me about it. It’s why he got so suspicious so fast when I brought you up.”

“And then he mentioned Connor and you figured-” “he said that if I tried anything with you I would have to deal with Connor Rhodes. And it’s not like you two have the same last name.”

“Different moms”, you explained and he sighed. “I should have just talked to you, but I got so mad and then I heard you two talk and I just- reacted.”

“You should have”, you agreed, “but I should have been more open with you too.”

“So, let’s try again?”

His voice sounded so soft when he said it you felt yourself melt under the covers. “If you’re ready to deal with Connor Rhodes”, you pointed out playfully and Jay shrugged, his natural confidence back.

“After I helped save your life I’m pretty sure I’m well in with him. Which reminds me, you owe me three times now.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling the tiredness return to your body. Soon enough you would be drifting off again. “It’s twice, considering you cancelled our first date.”

Jay grinned. “Fair enough. But I’m taking you out once you’re out of here.”

You smiled. “I’m counting on it.”

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago

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Valentine's Day Bingo Completed and Scheduled!

All fics have been written and booked in between 31st Jan - 29th Feb

Some of the character selections have changed because the pairings weren't working for me.

All fics are currently on early release over on Patreon if you want to read them before they hit Tumblr otherwise please see the schedule below:

31st Jan: Whiskey - Che 'Taza' Romero x Ben Harrison - Taza and Ben haven't talked about what happened on New Year's Eve. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Hates Valentine's Day)

1st Feb: Tinder - Terry Bruno x Reader - Terry discovers you’re single when he downloads Tinder (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Dating App)

2nd Feb: Polaroid - EZ Reyes x Reader (NSFW) - EZ finds the pictures you’ve left in his book (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Naughty Pictures)

3rd Feb: Coffee Shop AU: Blind Date - Neron 'Creeper’ Vargas x Reader - Neron is surprised to meet his blind date (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Blind Date)

4th Feb: Love Letter - Criminal!Joe (feat: Terry Bruno) - Terry gives you the letter Joe left for you. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Love Letter)

5th Feb: Moment - Filip 'Chibs’ Telford x Reader (NSFW) - Chibs savours the moments he has with you. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Secret Relationship)

6th Feb: Napa - Juan 'Juice’ Ortiz x Reader - Juice takes you on an overnight trip to Napa. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Wine Tasting)

7th Feb: High - Jubal Valentine x Reader - The evening takes a violent turn when you run into your ex Nestor Vertiz. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Seeing Your Ex)

8th Feb: Bold - Damien Powell x Reader - Damien hasn't kissed a woman in years. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Champagne Kisses)

9th Feb: Red - Bobby Goren x Reader - You tease Bobby in the Squad Room. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Red)

10th Feb: Makapipi Falls - Jesse Boone x Reader - Jesse tells you the truth about his feelings during a trip to Makapipi Falls. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Feelings)

11th Feb: Commitment - Tig Trager x Reader - You'll never be Tig's wife, but then again he'll never be your husband. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Expensive Jewellery)

12th Feb: Moonlight - Benny Miller x Reader - Benny's always found the water soothing. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Moonlit Stroll)

13th Feb: King (NSFW) - Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel's Reina needs her king. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Lace)

14th Feb: Mix Tape - Will Trent x Reader - Will finds an unexpected gift on his desk. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Homemade Gift)

15th Feb: Stillwater - Stuart Scola x Reader - Things take a sinister turn after a surprise gift arrives at the house. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Secret Admirer)

19th Feb: When in Rome - Scott Forrester x Reader - Scott waits up for you after a depressing case. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Hotel Stay)

20th Feb: Break (NSFW) - Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader - Beau inspires you to take a break. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Forgetting)

22nd Feb: Blossom (NSFW) - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader - Riz and you invite a third into the bedroom. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Wild Night)

23rd Feb: Paint (NSFW) - OA Zidan x Reader - You help Omar to relax in a creative way. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Body Paint)

24th Feb: Fair - Vostanik Sabatino x Reader - You find Nik sitting on your doorstep. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Single on Valentine's Day)

25th Feb: Gifts - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - Nestor always works Valentine's Day. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Working on Valentine's Day)

27th Feb: No Questions Asked - Damien Powell x Reader - You give Damien a place to call home when he first arrives in Budapest. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Romantic Meal)

28th Feb: Kicking - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop feels his daughter kick for the first time during Coco's wedding reception. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Slow Dance)

29th Feb: Pink - Connor Rhodes x Reader - Connor thinks back to the day the two of you met. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Wearing Pink)

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DON'T BLAME ME || 5 || Jay Halstead x Thea Rhodes

Chapter Synopsis: It's time for the Rhodes monthly family dinner, and time for Jay to get a deeper understanding of his wife's relationship with his in-laws.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of arson, kidnapping, infanticide; allusion to childhood trauma, suicide, cancer-related death; brief description of a vehicular accident; outright familial/parental pressure; portrayal of misogyny and misandry; Elli's speech still fluctuates. Read ahead at your own risk.

Author's Note: I'm starting specific chapter synopsis and warnings because I think you guys get the gist now.

Thea

With my glasses on the bridge of my nose, I examined the recent resumes my store manager sent up during my shift, as Elli watched TV in the living room. I wasn't entirely sure what Jay was up to, but I didn't want to be in his business when I had my own to mind.

"Mama, are we seeing Ganpa tomorrow?" Elli called through the slightly-open office door.

I checked the calendar on the corner of my desk. "Yes, principessa."

"Is Mr. Jay coming?"

"He is a Rhodes now, Elle."

Jay knocked on the doorframe, catching my attention. "This is the first I'm hearing about seeing your father." He leaned his forearm on the doorway, as I fixed my glasses. "I also didn't know you wear glasses."

"I wear contacts to work, and usually just wear them after work. And we only go to dinner once a month—my sister's idea." I stamped the resume, intending to send it to the store manager so she can call for a interview with a James Smitt. "I usually don't remember about dinner until Elli asks."

I noticed him shift slightly, before I continued. "You don't have to come. I only go to keep the peace with Claire, otherwise I'd rather burn alive than step foot on the property."

"And I thought my relationship with my dad was rough." Jay sat down on the sofa facing my desk.

"Usually he tells me everything I'm doing wrong with my life and that's why Connor left and all that BS. I timed the honeymoon on the last dinner so I had an excuse not to go for a month.

"But Elli sees her aunt every second month, so I have to go. I don't trust my father to not give her the same list of insecurities he gave me." I scoffed, signing off on whatever I was meant to be reading. I'd get a call from the old man if it had to come bite me in the ass.

Jay nodded along with what I was saying. He agreed to come, as long as he didn't pull the usual BS and to properly meet Claire. From what I knew, he and his younger brother weren't close anymore, so I presumed he wanted a good relationship with his sister-in-law.

"Do I get to meet your brother eventually?" I asked, sitting back in my chair. I didn't care if I met his father so much, but if my brother kept ignoring my calls, I at least wanted some sort of communicating relationship with my brother-in-law.

He shrugged. "We can fly to New York to see him if you want. Will and I don't talk much anymore, but I will if you want to get to know him; I won't stop you from knowing him."

"If we have kids, he'll have to be in their lives. My father's an only child and I never met my mother's family, so the kids should have their dad's uncle around."

"I'll introduce you to Mouse sometime then." Jay explained that 'Mouse' was a nickname for his best friend from his Ranger days. He and Mouse were the only ones to get out of their last deployment, and while Jay virtually went straight at it for CPD, Mouse's path wasn't so straight cut.

I wanted to tell him to offer a room for him with us, but I needed to meet him first. Sure, he was Jay's best friend and near-brother, but Elli was a priority and I'd have to clear it with Kelly beforehand too.

"If it's okay with you, I'd want him to be an uncle to our kids too."

I agreed. "I have a couple best friends from middle school I'd want as their aunts, and then 51 would be aunts and uncles and grandfathers to them too, so I think it's fair."

Elli had a village, and any kid born to a 51 firefighter did too. That village was the exact thing that drove me into the career, and I couldn't be prouder of it.

We discussed the Rhodes family dinner in length, before Elli stormed in and begged to go to the nearby park with the puppy. Scout was a more recent addition to the family, left alone in a house with his late owner when patrol officers found him. Jay called during my shift, telling me about this Dalmatian puppy with the biggest and cutest eyes, that Elli adored and was asking to keep.

So I agreed. As long as he wasn't left stationary alone again. It helped that he was a hit at 51.

I dressed Elli into her coat as Jay readying Scout and we walked down to the park for the two babies to play and run around while we talked.

Jay

The Rhodes dinner was in an hour, and Thea was in the next room finishing up with Elizabeth's outfit. I hadn't even seen hers yet, but when she said to be dressed up, I assumed she meant with the clothes she'd left on my bed after her shopping spree with Gabby and Shay earlier in the day.

"Mommy said you look nice, Mr. Jay!" Elizabeth waved her hands up at me as she stopped running right before she crashed into me.

"Thank you," I laughed, as I looked from the toddler to her mother.

Thea was in a black turtleneck sweater, topped with a black belt holding up slick, slim-checkered dress pants. At least, that was what she'd called very similar ones a day before.

"You look beautiful."

Thea waved me off bashfully, "it's the Rhodes genes. We naturally pull off our own product line." She picked up Elizabeth in one arm, and her handbag in the other smoothly. Thea hooked her car keys onto her ring finger, which slid down to clink against her wedding ring. I didn't even notice she was wearing it.

You were too busy checking her out. One voice scolded me in my head.

She's your wife, you're legally obligated to. It argued with itself.

It didn't take us too long to arrive at what Thea failed to mention was an entire Rhodes Family Estate, and security was easy enough to get through, so by the time we were in the lobby of the mansion—could I call it that, or was it considered too small to be one to rich people?

"Miss Theodosia," one of the young maids curtsied as she and an older lady stopped at us. "And Mr. Halstead, and young Miss Elizabeth."

"Bridgette, it's Mrs. Theodosia." The older woman corrected sharply.

Bridgette curtsied quickly with an apology. "It's alright, Bridgette," Thea excused quickly, turning to the older maid. "It's fine, Margarethe."

"And Miss Elizabeth is greeted before Mr. Halstead-Rhodes. She is a Rhodes by blood, he isn't." Margarethe continued to scold Bridgette.

"Thea!" Claire didn't look much different to a month ago—granted, it was a month ago—but there was a genuine smile on her face as she hugged her sister. There was a five-year age gap between the sisters, and Thea kept her at arm's length, so they weren't as close as anyone outside close friends and family thought. "Nice to see you again, Jay."

I smiled. "You too, Claire. You look well."

"Oh please, I've done nothing different since the reception of your wedding, but thank you." She scooped Elizabeth into her arms, and headed into one of the rooms before the staircase. Thea nodded to follow, and I followed her instead as she talked with her sister. "It's nice seeing you again, Thea. Its been too long since I saw you; we really need to catch up between these dinners with Dad."

Thea sent me an exasperated glance already. "I've told you my schedule is busy, between the store and my actual job." They continued going back and forth about it as we sat at the dining table. Their father soon joined us.

Dinner was quiet, mostly Claire telling us what she was doing with her store and the plan for renovations in the next year. Mr. Rhodes kept looking at Thea, and she sent stares back at him before she would turn back to her sister.

After some silence, he spoke up. "So, Jason, what do your parents do?"

"My father's a construction manager."

"And your mother?" Mr. Rhodes asked before another mouthful. Thea sent him a quiet scold, probably a warning to lay off with the questions.

I didn't mind answering him so much, it was just the question. It was hard to talk about her, even so long after the fact. "We, uh, lost her a few years ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry—" "'We'? So you have siblings?" Mr. Rhodes cut Claire off.

"A brother."

He nodded, a smile on his face. "Well, I'm sure Theodosia is glad to have a new brother, since her current one doesn't bother to call her."

"Father."

"What? Claire told me you haven't heard anything from him since the wedding, I was only stating a fact." Thea rolled her eyes at his response, as he kept talking. "The least you could do let me say and ask what I want, considering you married a construction manager's son."

"A detective. An especially good one in his own right, too." She snapped, then her demeanour changed. "Or, what, you'd rather I married one of your friends who would likely hit your baby girl if she ever dared to say no?"

Claire and I made eye contact at the tension, before Mr. Rhodes spoke again. "All I'm saying is that you could have at least married a man with an inspiring lineage and strong genes. Though, being able to lift some tons of concrete or knocking suspects to the ground would take some strength."

"Oh my god," Thea laughed, rolling her eyes. "You would've been fine with one of your friends abusing me if it meant I'd have good-looking children. Of course I'm just breeding stock to you, that's all you saw Mom as."

The table fell silent, excluding the show Elizabeth was watching on an iPad beside Claire.

"I loved your mother just fine, Theodosia."

"Clearly not enough to keep it in your pants though, right?"

Damn. What did I marry into?

I thought about Will and I kicking my father into the next decade if he cheated on Mom. And she lived until I was 26, so I could've kicked his ass at any age. Thea would have been under ten years old.

"That's enough," Mr. Rhodes chided.

Thea stood, walking around the table to her daughter. She handed Claire the iPad and picked Elizabeth into her arms. "That's right, it is. We'll be leaving now." She looked down at her sister, "I'll see you next week."

I followed her out to the car, and she buckled Elizabeth into her car seat. She remained silent as she drove down the driveway, glancing occasionally at her daughter in the backseat. "I'm sorry you didn't see Auntie for very long, baby."

"It's okay, Mama."

Thea kept her eyes on the road after that, and I didn't want to press into her family matters any more than she would mine. Brooke already told me enough for me to know that it was a sore subject with her.

"51 is all the family I need." Thea told me after Elizabeth fell asleep and she closed the door to her room. "And you and Elli, of course."

"You don't need to explain anything," I excused. She didn't ask me about my issues with my old man, and I didn't tell her.

She smiled at me briefly. "For all the crap I gave you when we initially met, you're not too bad."

"You're not so bad yourself."

Thea patted my shoulder and disappeared into her room. I stayed on the sofa a little longer, catching up with Brooke about her own dad.

I sat in the passenger seat, as Thea got out of the car to pass Elizabeth to her great-grandfather. Even after his father cheated and his parents split, Kelly was still close with his dad's parents and Thea was too.

"It helps that I don't really know my mom's parents. I know they loved her, but that's it." Thea explained, as she drove to the firehouse. She'd leave for work, and I'd drive to the district, and I'd pick her up in the morning after her shift. "Kelly wants Elli to spend as much time with his grandmother as much as we can give them."

His and Brooke's grandmother had dementia, from what Brooke had told me, and it was getting worse. She wouldn't even remember her son eventually, since Benny was barely in Chicago anymore, and when he was, Brooke noted that he didn't see his parents as much as he didn't see her.

Thea shrugged when I told her that. "Benny thinks Kelly was affected more by the cheating and divorce than she was. Kelly thinks Brooke was more affected since she was in her early teens and really looked up to Benny before it all happened."

"What do you think?"

"I think that the Severides have a load of issues that we can't solve," she looked at me pointedly. "As much as we might want to help them because they're our friends, you can't help a Severide. Not unless you're more important to them than breathing. Elli could probably do it, but she's just a kid."

"She doesn't need to solve her family issues so young." Thea gave me a nod of agreement when I understood. I knew she and Kelly were trying to raise her the opposite they were—Kelly, the older son needing to protect everyone, and Thea, the youngest daughter needing to prove herself to be seen. They didn't want their daughter to feel like that, and Thea didn't want her little girl turning out like her.

"I think if she can help it, Teddy will make sure Elle doesn't become a firefighter. Too many health risks and the like."

I admired her determination to protect her daughter. Of course, I didn't understand at the time what it was like to want to protect something so vulnerable from the world you know could destroy them.

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deanstead · 2 years ago

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This is purely for those Connor Rhodes Dilf fans. Connor Rhodes and your guys kids struggling to pick you up from the airport as you come home from a medical convention while it is snowing

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Word Count: 434

Warnings: none

A/N: I debated whether to write this for a while, so I'm just gonna drop this drabble.

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“Avery, don’t run!”

You heard his voice first, before you saw them.

Your five year old running through the crowd to get to you, your husband slinging a bag over his shoulder, your younger daughter on his arm as he tried to stay as close as he could to Avery without losing sight of him.

“Mom!” Avery threw himself into you, as you bent down to greet him with a smile.

You could hear Amelia wrestling with her father, just a few steps away. “Down! Down!”

It was just a second later that Amelia had tumbled towards you, unwilling to let her older brother get all the attention.

You laughed, as you scooped both of them into your embrace. “Hey guys, I missed you too.”

Planting a kiss on the top of each of their heads, you stood finally so that Connor could give you a welcome home kiss. “Hey you.” You said, with a smile.

You didn’t know who was happier to have you home - your children, or your husband.

You’d almost given the medical conference in Boston a miss. You’d never been away from your children for so long ever since Avery had been born but Connor had almost booted you out of the house, reminding you that the promise he’d made when you got married and gotten pregnant with Avery was that you were first and foremost yourself, before you were a wife or mother.

But now, Connor looked like he could use a break from the kids.

“Should I be afraid of how the house looks like?” You asked him warily, as Connor took your luggage and Amelia got comfortable on your arm.

Connor shrugged but motioned his head towards the windows of the airport. “Think you should be more worried about that.”

The snow had started raining down upon Chicago about seconds after the plane had stopped on the runway so you were just really glad that you’d avoided the potential flight delay.

Connor reached for your hand, only to be intercepted by Avery and you bit back a laugh. Connor shook his head with a smile, before he draped an arm around your shoulders, smashing Avery in between the both of you as he giggled.

You pointed to one of the cafes in the arrival lounge. “Coffee?” You asked Connor.

Connor looked down at his son, before glancing back up at Amelia. “Hot chocolate?”

Avery’s grin said it all, so Connor led his family of four towards the café, exchanging a look with you, which you read as easily as if you shared a brain.

Glad you’re home.

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sheetsonfire · 3 years ago

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Soccer Practice

Summary: Jay picks up his sister after soccer practice, things don’t go as planned.

Fandom: Chicago PD/Chicago Med

Characters: Sibling!Reader x Jay Halstead x Will Halstead (ft. Connor Rhodes)

Warnings: Asthma attack, medical talk

Word Count: 2137

Notes: So this is the first time I’m posting anything I’ve ever written... please be gentle, hah! My medical knowledge is basic, I wrote with childhood asthma and a YouTube video as my guide on this one. Reader’s age is vague, but I imagine a youngest Halstead to be somewhere between 16-25. Happy reading!

You break out into a grin when you spot Jay in his truck, he had been waiting for your soccer practice to finish. It was with an under 25s community league that you had joined in the last few months, something to burn off steam in your off days from being a sous chef.

He leans over to push open the passenger door as you drop your kit bag in the back. Hopping in next to him as he hands you an ice cool bottle of water.

You give him a grateful “Thanks!” in-between an exhale. Taking a moment to sip and get your breath measured.

Jay’s watching you with a small smile, but also with a waiting look, waiting for an affirmative from you.

“You good?” His eyebrows raised in that inquisitive way he is prone to.

You think about your inhaler for a second, but rationalise it was natural to need to breathe a little more after vigorous exercise; besides you had made sure you kept on top of your preventative inhaler - no need to worry.

You smile again, things have been good lately. You’ve been able to see your brothers a lot more, work hadn’t produced a demonic customer in a few days, the adrenaline of playing with your teammates gave you the serotonin you craved.

You pull the door shut and turn to him,

“I’m good, just a really intense session, ready to become a couch potato with you two knuckleheads. Thanks for the water, you’re a blessing.”

Imitating a respectful bow, which earns a snort-laugh from Jay.

He gives you a nod that says, “I know, I'm a great big brother”, making you roll your eyes as he holds out a fist which you bump with yours. Giving an amused shake of the head, indulging his pretend ego was always funny.

You really loved your big brothers, both of them so supportive and interested in your life; it was something you desperately wanted and needed after the three of you had lost your mother. Pat, your dad, was just never the same afterwards - almost like looking at you was a grim and unwanted mirror image of his lost wife.

And now he had gone too.

But your brothers had been there to ensure you were well encouraged and looked after, even through their respective stints in the army and med school.

“So, are you guys ready for a game soon?” Jay questioned, pulling the truck out of the parking lot and into the usual slow roll of evening traffic.

“Yeah actually, the coach reckons I’ll be first pick for goalkeeper next game, kinda really cool... Thanks for coming to get me.” You ruffled his hair, something you knew he didn’t like but tolerated from you all the same. On the other hand… Will got a different kind of reaction, more violent one might say.

He mimics pain, manoeuvring his head to shake off your sneak attack, going back to your answer. Still smiling.

“That’s great, kiddo. Soccer will be your backup career then, huh?” He winks, focusing on traffic for a moment as the flow starts to pick up.

“Yeah, I’m definitely going pro, no doubt about it.” You jest, giggling with him at the thought of you being an international sports star…

“But think, who would cook for you and Will whilst I’m going to stadiums all over the country? And who would just generally stop you both from getting into trouble?”

Jay feigns horror, he and Will could fend for themselves well enough but there was something heartfelt and endearing about the meals you’d all share together, whenever your schedules lined up right of course. And even though they were both in very serious careers, you still felt compelled to protect and look out for them in your own ways.

“You’re right, that would suck. Sorry, kid. I guess no soccer for you then. We’d never survive without you.”

“Damn right you wouldn’t, heh.” You both continue joking and teasing each other as Jay gets you through the city towards his apartment. You and Will had been invited for a movie and Chinese takeout sleepover, a rare instance where none of you were overly busy and could spare the time.

...

It was the tail end of your journey when you felt a stirring in your chest, focusing on taking easy measured breaths, not wanting to worry Jay or bring attention to yourself. The background chatter of Bulls coverage on the radio covering up the sounds of your breathing. You could handle whatever this was… or at least that’s what you told yourself. You would later scold your genetic Halstead stubbornness for how you handled this situation, but in the last 20 minutes of your journey you had zoned out completely; Jay not realising that anything else was happening - as you had your eyes closed. You were desperately trying to keep airflow going, pushing down the quelling nausea, he ended up assuming you were just a little zonked from soccer.

Pulling to a stop in his designated space, Jay spotted Will sitting on a bench outside the apartment complex, looking up from his phone as headlights illuminated him. Will gave you both a wave, frowning slightly when he realised you weren’t even looking out the front window, head cast down. The engine cut and Jay hopped out, turning back to see you were yet to move - had you fallen that fast asleep? Will had a better direct sight of you and immediately got up from his spot on the bench, nodding towards your side of the truck to get Jay to look at you.

Jay opened your door, making you groan as you slumped in his direction, wheezing breaths now very much audible. Will was behind him, immediately swinging the back door open to find your bag and your inhaler.

“Woah, woah… hey, Y/N, can you hear me?” Jay kept a firm grip on you as he tried to push you back into an upright position, attempting to climb in next to you. He adjusted himself so you could lean against him, rubbing your back and sternum, trying to keep you alert to take as deep a breath as you could manage…

“J...ay… In...hale..” Your speech was mumbled, talking was already very difficult...

“Yeah, it’s alright, kiddo. Will’s getting it. Just try and take a breath for me, you’re gonna be alright, this’ll be fixed soon”

“Y/N... Jay… it’s not here, do you have it?” Will wouldn’t class his voice as panicked, but he was very much on edge as your sports bag revealed the sad reality that there was no inhaler in the car.

A pang of panic swept through your adrenaline-addled body, you suddenly got a flash of your past self picking up your bag to go and meet Jay, but someone’s towel had been next to your stuff… where your inhaler had very well sat underneath, making you forget it was no longer in your bag.

“No… no… socc-... left there…” You were getting light headed, every breath was painstaking, you felt anxious and delirious, mad that you had not checked your inhaler was packed away before you left the other side of town.

Will and Jay didn’t think for a second longer, in unspoken synchronicity they managed to switch roles. Will snatched up his backpack and hopped in where Jay had been, Jay already backing up out of the space in a quick point turn. At any other time, being able to use the sirens and speed through traffic in Jay’s truck might have been an exhilarating experience for you and Will, but not now. Not when your lips were turning blue and your wheezes were far too spaced out for anybody’s comfort.

...

It felt like an eternity but a brief journey saw Jay coming to an abrupt halt outside Med’s ED entrance, your brothers shifting you out of the car together. It’s Will who hoists you into his arms, moving at speed and bypassing the receptionist straight into the main section of the ED, calling out to Maggie.

The charge nurse wastes no time in directing you to Trauma 2, alerting for Connor.

“Dr Rhodes, we need you!” Connor spins round from a computer station, taking in the scene as he’s by Will and Jay’s side in a flash, taking you into the bay, already assessing.

Jay stands back letting the professionals work, worry etched into his features, arms folded tightly as he watches your limp body settle on the bed, body straining to get air in, sweat pouring off you…

“She’s been like this for at least 25 minutes, no medication en route, she left her inhaler at soccer practice. She was responsive at first, but...” Will scratches at his neck, feeling helpless as he takes a step back too, resting a hand on Jay’s shoulder as he lets his friend work on you.

Two nurses and Connor flurry to get an oxygen mask on you, hooking you up to a monitor as the trauma surgeon takes in the true grimness of your SATs…

“I can’t…breathe… I can’t….I’m…die…” Connor supports your back, reassuring you, Will and Jay get as close as they can, squeezing your legs gently…

“You’re not gonna die, honey, it’s okay, it’s going to pass…” Will knew that you couldn’t help the panic, the lack of oxygen affecting your ability to think.

“Connor’s got this, kiddo. We’re here, it’s alright. Hang in there.” Jay soothes softly, in your ocean of panic they still manage to calm you even the smallest bit.

“Let’s get an IV in, I don’t think any mask is gonna cover anything right now, nothing’s getting through.”

Connor rubs your sternum as Jay had done, looking to get you responsive again, moving to hold your hand as the nurse sets you up to push the IV…

“Y/N, it’s Connor Rhodes. I’m gonna take care of this, sweetheart, but I need to know that you’re still with me, can you squeeze my hand?”

It feels like you’re in the depths of a cave, every sound and surrounding seems so far away in darkness, each breath drawn out, you catch a glimpse of beeping, bright lights, a voice dipping in and out of your consciousness…

“Connor… Rhodes… sweetheart… squeeze my hand…” You realise that your brothers must have taken you to Med, and Connor was with you, asking for your help… squeeze his hand… squeeze…

You find the energy to squeeze ever so slightly, but Connor will take it. He squeezes your hand again, smiling with reassurance at Will and Jay who are extremely relieved to see you’re still alert.

“Good, that’s good. We’re getting some medication going right now, Y/N. It should help open those lungs right up again.”

You suddenly feel a tingling, like flutters of butterflies all over, the immense weight starts to lift, like you’ve been allowed to resurface from your torturous submersion. Eyes finding the willpower to crack open, wincing at the brightness of your surroundings, but groaning softly at the sight of Connor, wanting to speak…

The doctor smiles at you, soothing your arm gently,

“Hey there… try not to move or speak, let the drugs do their work, you can rest…Will and Jay are right here.” You wiggle your fingers, still wanting to move and speak regardless of what Connor just said, making him shake his head amused. The Halstead resilience was strong within you too, but you just couldn’t stay awake. So tired from trying to stay alive.

He steps to the side to allow your brothers to approach closer, keeping an eye on the monitor from the sidelines. Once satisfied that the numbers are moving in the right direction Connor leaves your brothers to sit with you, offering to grab them some coffees and you some water.

Will and Jay are either side of the bed, both fussing over you with affection, so relieved to see the oxygen and IV working for you, letting you rest without effort. Your eyes blink slowly up at them, wanting so much to reassure them that you’re fine, to apologise for not being more careful, but they can sense all of those thoughts ruminating… hushing you softly,

Jay rubs his thumb on the back of your wrist, mindful of the equipment…

“Hey, kiddo. Just take it easy, alright? You’re okay, we just got worried is all. Get some sleep, we won’t be going anywhere.”

Will leans down to kiss your forehead,

“What he said, you’re okay, honey. We’ve got you. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

You nod slowly, grateful for the presence of the two most important people in your life, your own deep breaths lulling you, eyes fluttering back shut as you fall into a more peaceful slumber.

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Fin.

#jay halstead x reader #will halstead x reader #connor rhodes x reader #sibling!reader #will halstead imagine #jay halstead imagine #one chicago

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inagetawaycarxo · 3 years ago

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You and Connor wrapping presents after a long day of surgery for your son and get onto a discussion of having another child

XMAS BINGO; DAY 2: Wrapping presents w/ Connor Rhodes

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Connor Rhodes, Y/n, Sons name

Summary: Y/n tells Connor they are having another kid.

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy things, errors I missed

w/c: 570

A/N: I know I’m way behind on this Xmas bingo and I apologize. Work kind of drains me. i MIGHT HAVE CHANGED THIS REQUEST A BIT!

To say Connor and you were exhausted after a long day of back to back surgeries at work was an understatement. But that didn't stop either of you from wrapping presents for Connors/your three-year-old son.

Plus you had another surprise for him. You were going to wait until Christmas to tell him, but you couldn't wait any longer.

Connor was engrossed in wrapping a huge present of [sons name].

"Have you ever thought about having another child?" You asked out of the blue, once you came across the tiny baby boots you brought. As well as the piece of paper with the pregnancy results. You only found out today that you were pregnant.

Connor stopped putting tape on the corner of the wrapping paper he folded, looking up at you. He looked slightly taken aback by your question.

Face lightening up as he thought about the idea of having another child with you. The truth was he did think about it a lot. But both your work schedules were hectic and the both of you struggled to raise [son’s name] the first few weeks. But eventually, with a lot of help from family, friends, and more stable times at work, it worked out.

“Of course, I want to have more kids with you, but if you’re not ready yet I won't pressure you into it, plus our work schedules get hectic, and I don’t want you to feel pressured into having another baby just because I want another one,” Connor answered you.

You took a deep breath then let it out. Before saying what you were going to say, but Connor spoke again. More like babbled.

“This hasn’t got anything to do with that surgery we did today, where the husband left her after he found out his wife couldn’t have kids, because I would never do that to you, I-” Connor rambled.

“I’m pregnant,” You blurted out. stopping Connor in mid-rant.

“W…what?” He asked in surprise, afraid he might have misheard you.

“I found out today I was pregnant, I wanted to wait till Christmas to tell you but I couldn’t wait any longer, actually I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out but you had so many surgeries and I didn’t want to distract you, I just couldn’t keep it to myself any longer,” You spoke.

Connor quickly rushed over to you. Sitting down in front of you. Cupping the side of your face with both hands.

Eyes glistening with so much happiness. Tears of joy gathered in his eyes.

“You have no idea how much I love you, we are going to have another baby,” He spoke. Leaning closer to you till his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, we are going to have another baby,” You sniffled out. Smiling happily at him.

Instead of answering verbally, he kissed you. The kiss was soft, passionate and full of love.

He pulled his lips away from yours a minute later. Kissing your cheek. He let go of the side of your face. wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck. Letting out a giggle. Connor laughed happily. His heart filled with so much happiness. He couldn’t wait to go through all the trimesters with you. see all the sonogram pictures.

“I love you so much,” He repeated. Making your heart swell every time he said it…

#chicago med x reader #connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes imagines #connor rhodes imagine #chicago med imagine #xmas bingo #xmas imagine #christmas edition #christmas imagine #christmas imagines

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astridlaufeydottir · 3 years ago

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Connor Rhodes x OC(Astrid Halstead)

Based on season 4 episode 20.

Summary: Connor's wife is 39 weeks pregnant and an ER attending. What happens when someone start shooting in the ER?

"Morning Maggie" I said as I entered the ER.

"Morning, Dr Rhodes! Feel up for a patient?" She asked smiling at me.

"Sure, I need something to pass the time and not think about peeing all the time" I reply laughing at my condition. Being 39 weeks pregnant and working in the ER makes it hard not to pee every 10 minutes.

"Treatment 4, here" she said, handing me the tablet.

"HI there! Lily right? I see here you're 38 weeks?"

"Yes"

"I'm dr Rhodes. 39 weeks" I said smiling at her, thinking that will cheer her up. "Family?"

"I'm her father, Joseph Cooper, this is Edie Thompson" the man replied

"I'm not part of the family-"

"She's adopting my baby" my patient said, clearing the situation.

"I see, well if your father and Edie wouldn't mind stepping outside, I'm going to do a pelvic exam, okay? Let me know if anything hurts"

She nodded her head while her father and Edie walk out. I checked her cervix and she was 2 cm dilated already, when I saw her wince in pain.

"Anything hurts?"

"I'm fine."

"Well you're 2 cm dilated already and by the looks of it you're also having contractions"

"Then make it stop!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that once the baby is full term, Lily."

"I don't care! I scheduled a c-section. I sleep, wake up and he's gone!"

I nodded head at her and before I could say anything, another person came in the room.

"Lily?"

"David you can't be here!"

I stepped outside to give them some privacy, but after only 5 minutes Maggie had to call security. I decided to go upstairs to talk to OB about her situation.

"Good news, Lily. The OB will schedule a c-section today. We'll get you up as soon as a bed clears. Excuse me"

After I excused myself, I went to check on April's patient, since Dr Choi had to take care of another.

As me and April were checking the boy, we heard yelling outside, but didn't payed any attention since probably it was the same man from before. That was until we heard gunshots and people yelling at each other.

April was checking what was going, while I was frantically trying to calm the little boy.

"April what's wrong?" I asked as soon as I saw her pale face.

"Was that a gunshot?!" The kid asked, scared out of his mind.

"Astrid...Dr Rhodes has his hand in someone's chest..and a gun pointed at him"

I'm sorry what? A gun? At Connor?

"Connor?" I almost yelled and went to go out and check on him, but April caught me before I walk out the door.

"HEY! Hey! Calm down! Stay put! Keep quiet, he doesn't know we're in here!" She whispered when suddenly the boy couldn't breath.

"Sats going down, he's not breathing"

I checked his lungs, looked like one of his lungs couldn't function properly.

"April, he needs a chest tube"

She handed everything I needed and managed to place the chest tube while she bagged him. We got to stabilize him for the moment.

"Astrid, your legs!"

I looked down and saw my scrubs wet. That could onlyean one thing. "My water broke." At this time I was hyperventilating, I was about to give birth, Connor was God knows where, a lunatic had a gun, Code Silver in the ER.

"HEY! Deep breaths! Everything is going to be fine, okay?"

After breathing with April, I started to calm down. Until I saw my brother Will, covering the windows with bedsheets. Will was here too?!

"WILL?!"

"Astrid? What the hell are you still doing here? You should've been outside by now!"

"April needed my help with her patient..but now my water broke"

"What? Now?!"

"Listen to me, don't tell Connor! I know he's here too, he has a patient with a GSW"

"HEY! What the hell are you doing? Who's there?" Shit! It was the shooter. Before anyone could say something, I saw Connor pushing his patient out and I hid behind the curtains so he couldn't see. That was the last thing he needed right now. I breathed out a long puff of air, mostly relieved he got to sent the person to the OR, but the first contraction hit me already.

"HEY you! Move!" He shouted at Will, but he didn't move. He was looking at me, not knowing what to do. The shooter came inside and forcefully grabbed my arm. I yelped in pain and fear, while April and Will started shouting at him to let me go.

"If you don't shut up, I'll shoot her!"

"Alright, I'll do everything you need, just don't hurt my baby" I said and put a hand on my belly.

"My girlfriend needs a c-section and that doctor is the only one who can. Convince him!" He pushed towards treatment 2 and I realized that Connor's dad got there earlier. Fuck, this got complicated by the minute.

"D-Dr Rhodes?" I asked as soon as he pushed me inside, while holding the gun to my head. It came out barely audible, but Maggie heard me. As soon as she turned around and saw me, she went pale.

"Connor, turned around slowly" she said to my husband. He raised his hands and turned around slowly, but as soon as he saw me, he dropped the paddles that he still held.

"Astrid?!"

"Connor, you have to do a c-section!"

"I'm not doing anything until he let's you and my father go!" He yelled and I jumped a little, never seeing him this angry.

"Operate on Lily or I'll kill her right here!"

Before I could say anything, Maggie noticed my legs.

"Connor her legs"

When he looked down he could see that my scrubs were still wet.

"Listen, I'm gonna help Lily, but you have to let my wife go and let me move my father to the OR"

"Okay, okay" The shooter pushed me into Maggie and she quickly got a hold of me.

"Hey, babe? Listen to me, you'll be fine, okay? Maggie will help until I finish and then I'll come back, okay?"

"Okay, Okay" I breathed out and yelled as I felt another contraction.

"Astrid, hey! Let's get to on the bed and see what's going on"

She checked my cervix and I could see she was trying to keep calm for me.

"Whats wrong, Maggie?!"

"Nothing, it's fine. You're 8 cm dilated and you'll have to start pushing soon"

"What? No. No, I'm not doing this without Connor"

"I understand, but you have to. It won't be long, okay? I promise, Astrid."

Half an hour later, Maggie propped my legs up and said I was fully dilated.

"Maggie I can't do this!"

"Listen to me, you can and you will, okay?" She said and then I saw a familiar face behind her.

"Hey, what's going on here? Connor sent me to check on you. He's almost done there" Will said and closed the door behind him.

"I'm not going to give birth with my brother in here!"

"Astrid, I'm a doctor. Maggie will need help and besides..I promis, if you poop I will not make fun of you"

"Wha- Poop? Maggie am I going to poop?!"

"No, no! That could happen, but not all woman poop during birth, so it's okay. You're fine, but you need to start pushing"

"AAHHH! HE'S NOT GONNA TOUCH ME AGAIN AFTER THIS" I yelled in pain after pushing for 10 minutes.

"This is fun to watch" Will said laughing.

"WILL, IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP, I WILL BUTTHEAD YOU"

"I'm here, I'm here" Connor said rushing inside.

"Thank God you're here, but if you do this to me again, I will totally kill you, Rhodes"

"I know , I know. I love you, you're doing great"

"Astrid I need you push hard with your next contraction, okay? I can see the baby's head" Maggie said encouraging me.

"Cone on, baby, you're doing great, just push. It's almost over "

Between Connor's voice, my yelling and Maggie's instructions, we heard a tiny cry and everything stopped.

"Congrats you two, you have a beautiful baby boy" Maggie said putting the tiny baby on my chest.

"It's a boy?" I said crying.

"Dr Rhodes will you cut the cord?" She asked Connor, and that was the first time his surgeon hands were shaking.

After me and baby Rhides were cleaned, Connor sat with us on the bed. "He's so little" he said while playing with baby's hand.

"Didn't felt little coming out" I said laughing

"Hey, can I see my nephew now?" Will asked, only his head visible behind the door.

"Come here, Will"

"Hey sis? You really did pooped" I Gasped. I did what now?

"Seriously Halstead?! You couldn't shut up?" Connor was lecturing him.

"You saw too?"

"It's fine babe, woman poop all the time"

"It's not that! It's the fact that you two saw! I hate you both!"

We all started laughing. Connor and Will took turns holding the baby while waiting for out other friends to come visit. Maybe a good thing came out, after all this mess.

#connor rhodes #connor rhodes oneshot #connor rhodes fanfic #chicago med #will halstead #jay halstead #maggie lockwood

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sevasey51 · 4 days ago

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I have been loving the POTS series as another girl who has it I always felt alone and that no one understood it. I was always gaslit by doctors saying it’s anxiety etc. 🥺

I always LOVE Rhodes as well. I would love an imagine of reader having an episode at home with Connor. 🥺 like they are dating and like others Halstead brothers 🥺❤️ thank you darling❤️I hope you are well ❤️

❤️❤️❤️

In Sickness and in Health

Summary: Y/N has a POTS episode at home, and Connor calls her brothers, Will and Jay, to help when her heart rate won’t stabilize. Though Y/N is reluctant to worry them, the brothers reassure her and make it clear they’ll always be there for her.

Y/N sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over her legs as she flipped absentmindedly through a book. Connor was in the kitchen, humming softly as he prepared dinner. The faint aroma of pasta wafted through the air, a comforting smell that normally would have made her smile. But tonight, something felt… off.

Her chest felt tight, her heart pounding faster than usual. She took a deep breath, trying to shake the dizziness creeping in. Maybe it was just dehydration. Grabbing the glass of water Connor had left for her, she took a few sips and hoped it would pass.

But it didn’t.

“Connor…” her voice trembled, barely louder than a whisper.

He appeared almost instantly, concern etched into his face as he crouched in front of her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She clutched her chest, her breathing shallow. “It’s… it’s happening again. My heart’s racing, and I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

Connor’s medical instincts kicked in immediately. He didn’t panic—he never did—but there was a sharpness to his movements as he assessed her. He gently helped her lie down on the couch, elevating her legs with a cushion.

“Okay, stay with me,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “Let’s slow your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

She tried to follow his instructions, but the dizziness only worsened. “Connor… I-I can’t…”

He reached for the pulse oximeter he always kept in the living room drawer, slipping it onto her finger. His jaw tightened as he saw her heart rate spiking. “You’re okay, Y/N. I’ve got you. Just focus on my voice.”

He retrieved a glass of water with an electrolyte tablet dissolved in it and held it to her lips. “Sip this. Slowly.”

She obeyed, though her hands trembled as she held the glass. The fear in her eyes broke his heart.

The Decision

For the next fifteen minutes, Connor worked to stabilize her, but her heart rate remained stubbornly high, and her breathing was still labored. She was pale and visibly drained. He knew she needed more help.

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “I think I need to call Will and Jay.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “No… please, Connor. Don’t. I don’t want them to worry.”

“They’ll want to know,” he argued gently. “And honestly, I could use their help right now. They love you—they’ll understand.”

Tears pricked at her eyes, but she gave a small nod, too exhausted to argue further. “Okay… just don’t let them freak out.”

“I promise,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before stepping away to make the calls.

The Halstead Brothers Arrive

Jay arrived first, having bolted from the district the moment Connor called. His face was tight with worry as he rushed into the apartment. “Sweetheart,” he said, dropping to his knees beside the couch. “What happened?”

She gave him a weak smile, her voice barely audible. “Just… my heart being dramatic.”

Jay glanced at Connor, his protective instincts in overdrive. “Is she okay?”

“She’ll be fine,” Connor assured him. “Her heart rate’s been stubborn, but I’ve been managing it. I didn’t want to risk her being alone if it got worse.”

Will arrived moments later, a medical bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes scanned his sister, taking in her pale complexion and shallow breaths. “Honey,” he murmured, kneeling on her other side. “How bad is it?”

“I’m okay,” she insisted, though her voice wavered. “Really.”

Connor gave Will a rundown of her symptoms and what he’d already done. The two of them worked together seamlessly, Connor monitoring her vitals while Will administered a small dose of her prescribed beta-blocker to help bring her heart rate down.

Reassurance

As her heart rate finally started to stabilize, Y/N let out a shaky breath of relief. Jay sat at her feet, his hand resting gently on her ankle, while Will perched on the arm of the couch, watching her closely.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” she whispered, her eyes darting between her brothers and Connor.

“Don’t apologize,” Jay said firmly. “You’re our sister. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Will nodded, his expression softening. “Honey, we’d rather know when something’s wrong than find out later. You’re family. That’s what we’re here for.”

Connor squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “They’re right. You don’t have to hide this from us. We love you—episodes and all.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but this time, they were tears of gratitude. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“Always, sweetheart,” Jay said, his tone gentle.

“Always,” Will echoed, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Aftercare

Once her episode had fully passed, Jay stayed behind to keep her company while Connor and Will worked on cleaning up. Jay kept the mood light, cracking jokes to make her laugh, while Connor prepared tea and a light snack for her.

“Next time,” Connor said as he handed her the tea, “we’re not waiting so long to call them.”

Y/N smiled softly, leaning against his shoulder. “Okay. I promise.”

Her brothers stayed until she fell asleep, each of them silently vowing to always be there for her—no matter what.

Hunni you are so so welcome, i totally get where you coming from with being gaslit by the doctors and just anyone it’s exhausting and mentally draining currently having to fight with my doctors about a cyst :/. But I’m so glad this little corner of the world helps and with that you love this imagine and that it brings some much needed comfort 🫶🏻

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vargassdottir · 3 years ago

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CHICAGO MED | Two Halves Make A Whole

✮ Prologue - Setting the Scene ✮

[Chapter List] [Part One]

(Starting Season One Episode One)

(This series will follow the series, starting 1x01 and roughly sticking to the timeline and events of the Chicago Med with some divergence from canon to incorporate the original character and events I’ve included to involve them.)

Chicago Med (One Chicago) : Connor Rhodes x Original Female Character

Warnings: Swearing, adult themes, usual hospital/emergency department blood and gore.

That morning was supposed to be easy. There’s a list of things to do, items to have prepared and packed the night before, scrubs sized and in your new locker ready and waiting. She liked the order of it in their otherwise chaotic lives, and her fiancée, even though he’d laugh at her incessant need to organise well in advance, couldn’t deny that this time it was helpful.

It’s why, when the train he was catching that morning derailed, he knew he had surgical gauze and bandages in his backpack and was already working on patients when the paramedics arrived. Hell, he could practically hear her jibing as he tied off a tourniquet for the middle-aged woman he was currently trying to ensure didn’t bleed out from a nicked artery.

“I won’t need this stuff, you know they do have gauze at a hospital.”

“Yeees and the last time I said that, I ended up stuck in a pile up for six hours tearing my second favourite shirt to pieces. I still miss that shirt..” there was a wistful sigh, and an amused laugh between the two of them, before she’d continued “Save the shirt. Carry the bandages.”

Connor couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory, earning a raised brow from the woman’s husband, gripping onto his wife’s hand with earnest concern. With an apologetic half smile, he nodded and moved on.

All the while, Mia, much to her fiancées chagrin about the painful beeping of the dawn alarm, had arrived early to the emergency department at Gaffney morning. Having already spoken to Goodwin, had the full guided tour by a remarkably well informed and equally witty nurse named Maggie, and changed into her burgundy scrubs and organised the items in her locker according to size and usefulness, she felt prepared for the inevitable storm that would likely soon consume them.

An auburn haired doctor, Halstead, as he’d been introduced to her as, and a heavily pregnant yet desperately sad, dark haired Doctor Manning had quickly become co-workers she had found rapour with, remarking on their shared love of an author that she’d caught Doctor Halstead reading as she met him in the doctors lounge earlier, and the absolute tragedy that was drinking coffee without milk. She’d chosen to stand behind her fellow female doctor when the great unveiling of the new ED had begun, hoping to catch some tips on which nurses were less likely to bite her head off and any regular patients that she should watch out for when their pagers set off in a chorus of chirps.

She hated the sound of those things.

Not for a lack of care of what they preceded, naturally if she was apathetic to the pain of others she would have never become a doctor in the first place. No, she simply hated the sound because, in her mind, it felt taunting.

Patients she could handle; find the injuries, assess the history, treat the symptoms and causes, stitch them back together… An elegant dance between science and compassion. It was the families she couldn’t bare. The questions, the accusations of how she wasn’t doing all she could, the ever shifting emotions she had to compensate for during every update.

Shaking her head, Mia snapped herself from her internal monologue of “fuck pagers”, and grabbed several pairs of surgical gloves to shove into her white-coat pockets and a stethoscope that she draped around her neck, and began to prepare for the onslaught of, from what she’d gathered from Maggie and April, a train derailment only a few miles away.

Looking down at her feet for only a moment, the same pair of lucky sneakers she had owned since she began her medical residency, what felt like a lifetime ago, battered and their black shade closer to grey now, she took a deep breath. Straightening up, she pushed the strands of loose hair that had already unravelled from her ponytail back behind her ears before she snapped on the first pair of gloves, and turned to the ED doors.

#chicago med #one chicago #fanfiction #fanfic #chicago med fanfiction #connor rhodes imagine #connor rhodes imagines #chicago med imagine #one chicago imagine

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fighterkimburgess · 3 years ago

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📝 Connor Rhodes X Reader! "See David, that is mommy doing her surgery."

You smiled at Connor with your son on his chest, the baby carrier supporting David as Connor watched you. An hour later you came outside and lifted him up, blowing raspberries into his belly as he giggled.

"Have fun being a stalker?"

"Only when it's for my wife." Connor wrapped his arm around you both as you went to the lounge to finish paperwork and show off your son.

#cíara's follower madness #connor rhodes x reader

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procrastinatorimagines · 5 years ago

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I Only Have Eyes For You

Fandom: Chicago Med / One Chicago

Character/s: Connor Rhodes x Reader,

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 3,162

Request: Hi there, can I get an imagine for reader x Connor Rhodes. Lightly based upon 01x03 Fallback where Connor treats on one of his father's employees and his father tried to take him off the case. So like the reader and Connor are married (got married during their residency) and the father flirts with reader who also works at med not knowing that's his son's wife as he didn't think someone like Connor could snag a girl like the reader. The ending is up to you. Thank you x

“Maybe you should talk to him,” you suggested, putting your hand on your husband, Connor’s, shoulder as he stared distantly into his locker, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“I don’t want to talk to him Y/N, I’ve barely spoken to him in years,” Connor sighed, slamming his locker closed and turning to face you. He hadn’t expect to see his dad today, heading into Med behind an ambulance basically demanding to speak to Miss Goodwin and his son at once. Connor had been in surgery at the start of shift so he hadn’t actually come face to face with the man yet, but it was only a matter of time.

“Well now might be your chance, he is in the ED afterall,” you reminded him and he rubbed his face with his hands. It had been a long surgery, starting off the last shift of a very long week, and you knew the last thing your husband wanted was to talk to his father, but maybe he needed to.

“He’s downstairs because one of his employees got hurt on the job and he’s trying to do damage control before a lawsuit is filed, he isn’t here to see me,” Connor all but snapped, his face softening when he realised and squeezing your hand apologetically. There had been some kind of mishap at one of his stores from what you could gather, and one of Cornelius’ workers had found himself practically crushed under a bit of the structure that wasn’t as up to code as it should be.

“I get that, really Connor I do, I’m just saying that while he’s here, maybe you should talk to him, even if it’s just to say your piece,” you tried, knowing that Connor still had a lot of baggage surrounding his father, baggage that had been putting a bit of a strain on your marriage, or more specifically, any discussion of having children. Getting things off of his chest might be the only way for him to move forward, you reasoned.

“I have nothing to say to him, Y/N, he’s the parent, not me, it shouldn’t be on me to be the bigger person,” Connor replied, and he was right, but damn if the Rhodes men weren’t the most stubborn men you’d ever met.

“But you are the bigger person, the better person-” you began, knowing that Connor was ten times the man his father was, and maybe it was about time Cornelius Rhodes saw that for himself, but you were starting to realise that you were crossing a line as Connor interrupted you.

“Y/N, the last time I tried to reach out to my father he decided he’d rather go on a business trip than attend his own son’s wedding,” he said, the bitter undertones very clear as you remembered how crushed he’d been. No matter how bad their relationship was, and even if he wouldn’t admit it, you knew Connor still loved his father, and for him to not show up to his own wedding had broken his heart. “Baby he’s never even met you, and that’s that on him, he’s made his priorities perfecrly clear.” he continued, cupping your face in his hands.

“Okay, okay,” you nodded, realising you weren’t getting anywhere with this conversation, “do you want me to drop it?” It was what you always asked each other when it seemed like you were going to have an argument, or whether you weren’t sure if you’d crossed a line in a conversation, you tried to respect each others boundaries as much as possible.

“Please, I know you’re trying to help but my relationship with my father is basically unsalvageable, and I’m moving forward,” he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, he was trying hard to make you believe him but you both knew you really didn’t, this wasn’t the kind of thing you just moved forward from.

“If you’re sure, he won’t be around forever,” you gave it one last try before letting it go for now, telling yourself you’d broach the subject again at a later date.

“I know, and I am,” he said, giving you a quick kiss before pulling away and grabbing his stethescope off of the table next to you, “thank you, though,” he added.

“For what?” You asked finally closing your own locker.

“For being so very you,” he smiled, a genuine smile this time as he looked back to you, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, kissing his again as your phone vibrated in your pocket. Stepping back you fished it out, seeing a text from Will. “Oh that’s me, Will wants me in three to help with Mr Harris,” you explained to Connor as you both headed out the door towards the ED.

“My father’s guy?” Connor realised, opening the door for you and letting you out first as you checked over the message; apparently Cornelius was demanding a second opinion, clearly not satisfied by Will’s, but you decided not to tell Connor that right now.

“Yeah that’s the one,” you nodded, slipping the phone back into your pocket before he could see the rest of the text as you noticed Maggie signalling for you to hurry it along, that couldn’t be good.

“Good luck, you’re gonna need it,” Connor noted Maggie’s impatient gestures as you picked up the pace.

“You’re all the luck I need,” you joked, winking at him as you parted ways, Dr Latham needed him upstairs in 5 for a consult, a fact which he was more than happy with since he was supposed to be working the ED all day.

“Ooh cheesy, go on get out of here,” Connor laughed as you waved your goodbyes, heading to three.

Maggie met you half way and handed you Mr Harris’ chart, looking irritated.

“Everything okay?” You asked, noting the angry voices you could now hear coming from the room to your right, the curtains not providing much in the way of sound proofing, not that you thought Cornelius cared much.

“How Connor turned out the way he did with a father like that is beyond me,” Maggie told you quietly as you quickly flipped through the chart, “he’s been demanding this, that and the other since he got here, and now he thinks Dr Halstead’s not telling Mr Harris all his option because he just wants to ‘extort him for more money’,” she mimicked in a hushed tone as you rolled you eyes, it’s not like he couldn’t afford it anyway, you thought, but there was something about having more money that made some people think they were so damn entitled...

Putting on your best cordial smile you pulled back the curtain and entered, the men stopping in their heated conversation as you did, frozen on some discussion about cost. Will did his best to hide his relieved look when he saw you and Cornelius grumbled in frustration, completely unaware he was standing face to face with his daughter-in-law for the first time.

“Everything okay in here?” You asked, looking between the two men on their feet and the tired, slightly embarrassed, looking man in the hospital bed.

“Terrific sweetheart,” Cornelius retorted sarcastically and you internally rolled your eyes. Externally, you kept your features schooled and looked to the patient in the bed.

“Hi Mr Harris, my name is Doctor Y/L/N,” you told him, having kept your last name when you’d married Connor, a fact you were pretty glad about right now. You offered your hand and he shook it gratefully.

“Pleasure,” he said as you stepped back, facing Cornelius Rhodes as he rubbed his temple before looking to you, taking you in for the first time as he straightened his posture and cleared his throat.

“Cornelius Rhodes, it’s lovely to meet you,” he offered his hand and you shook it, the way he was looking at you making your skin crawl a little as he finally let go. “I was just discussing with your collegue over here the best treatment for my man here, and we seem to be having a disagreement,” the way his demeanor had changed in your presence was alarming, and Will was clearly taken aback by it too, he’d gone from demanding to charming in the blink of an eye.

“I see, well from reading Mr Harris’ chart it’s clear that there are only two option available, the impact seems to have done some internal damage that, while it might heal on its own over time, will most likely require surgery,” you explained in your perfected doctor voice as Will threw you a grateful glance. Cornelius clenched his jaw as he tried to maintain his own facade, pretending to mull over your words even though you knew Will would have said basically the same thing, and that Cornelius had already made up his mind.

“Surgery really is the best option Mr Harris,” Will told the patient, but instead of replying he looked back to Cornelius, the man who would be paying for either option no doubt. The surgery would be expensive, you knew that, and it grated you to know that the fate of this man’s life possibly rested on the greed of Cornelius Rhodes. Could Connor talk some sense into him? You mused to yourself as he began to answer.

“I understand your concern,” he said finally, addressing you alone, a far cry from the accusations of greed he’d thrown at Will before you arrived, “but that kind of surgery is not only expensive, but the recovery time would put him out of work, and he wouldn’t want that.” You hid your grimace as Mr Harris nodded, clearly feeling like he had to agree.

“I have deadlines coming up,” he spoke up as Cornelius gestured to him as if to say, see, there you have it, settled, as you did your best to maintain your friendly face.

“I understand where you’re coming from Mr Rhodes,” you lied, regreting ever trying to get Connor to patch things up with this vile, self-serving man. He didn’t deserve Connor for a son. “But if we leave it and it gets worse, the surgery will be much more invasive and expensive further down the line, not to mention the high risk and potential complications,” Mr Harris paled a little, but still waited for Cornelius to answer.

Seriously? He could sue this man and yet he was still scared of him, the man probably had no means of paying for the court bills that would require anyway, he needed Cornelius’ paychecks to keep a roof over his head. And he was making decisions about his life like he was a god damn asset and not a person.

“Well, that would be unfortunate,” Cornelius pondered and Will looked like he was close to losing it. It was no secret he prioritised his patients over all else, even their own wishes sometimes, and it was also no secret he’d never liked Cornelius Rhodes.

“Mr Rhodes-” Mr Harris voiced up but he was shushed, the other man still thinking. You didn’t know whether you or Will were closer to punching the man, Mr Harris clearly wanting to have the surgery now in fear of more severe future complications. If Cornelius wasn’t such an arrogant-

“Alright, if you thinking it will save money in the future- and more important of course Joseph’s well-being, then I suppose we could do the surgery,” he decided and Mr Harris sighed in relief. Cornelius smiled smugly, like he’d done something so generous, it made you sick to your stomach.

You consciously twisted the wedding ring on your finger as Will fetched the paperwork and soon Mr Harris was being wheeled off to wait for his surgery in a room upstairs, clearing the bay in the ED for the next patient. Will was more than happy to take the next person through the doors as you finalised the paperwork with Maggie, scheduling in his surgery in the system.

Connor texted you then as Cornelius was practically stalking towards you at the desks. He was letting you know that he was finished with Dr Latham and had thought about what you’d said, and maybe it was a good idea to talk to his father before he left. He’d be coming down any minute, but before you could reply Cornelius had reached you at the desks, a predatory look in his eyes that set off your fight or flight response.

“Dr Y/LN,” he grinned and you returned a polite and professional smile as he invaded your personal space, looking you up and down in a way that was so not okay, even if you weren’t his son’s wife. “Thank you for your help in there, your input was very... refreshing.”

“Of course, I was just doing my job, I’m glad Mr Harris is able to get the treatment he needs,” you replied tightly, realising that this conversation was far from over as he continued talking.

“It was the least I could you,” he said, seeming to take your statement as some kind of thanks or compliment to his ‘generosity’. “Say, how about you and me grab a coffee in the cafeteria so you can explain more about how this procedure works, on me of course. If you’re busy now, maybe after you finish work?” As he finished talking he inched closer to you, eyeing you suggestively.

Was he making a pass at you? Was this actually happening right now? You blinked in shock and it took you a second for your brain to process what was happening before you could answer him.

“Mr Rhodes, I’m flattered” you began and he grinned, like he already had it figured out that you were going to say yes even though you were far from actually flattered, “and while I would be happy to discuss your employee’s treatment with you in a professional manner, I’m... I’m married,” you explained, flashing your ring at him, the ring that his son had put on your finger.

“Well I don’t see him around anywhere,” Cornelius winked at you and you took an instinctive step back, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care, probably the latter if you were honest. “He’d never know.”

“Oh I’m certain he would,” a voice said from behind you and you turned to see Connor heading towards you both, anger clear on his face as he looked from you to his father.

“And why’s that?” Cornelius asked defiantly, practically looking down his nose at his son, clearly not getting the hint from what he had said about who your husband was.

“Because I am her husband,” Connor said definitely, standing next to your side as you relaxed, feeling instantly better in his presence. Cornelius balked a little, he really had had no idea who you were this entire time. It took him a second to regain his composure but when he did, instead of opting for the apology you’d expect from any normal person, he did the exact opposite, actually defending his slimy actions.

“How was I supposed to know that?” He huffed like he wasn’t invited to your wedding, when he’d made the decision to not come of his own accord. Connor put a protective hand on the small of your back, aware you were drawing a bit of attention as April had paused her typing on the computer.

“Well, dad, maybe if you’d come to our wedding, or our anniversary, or any of my birthdays, you would have known that Y/N’s been my wife for the past three and a half years,” Connor’s voice wasn’t raised but you could tell he was getting more and more aggitated by this encounter. He wouldn’t have liked anyone making a move on his wife, let alone his own father.

Cornelius had the nerve to chuckle at that, “honestly I’m just surprised a boy like you could wrangle a woman like this,” he said as you clenched your jaw, so many parts of that sentence rubbing you the wrong was. You could tell Connor felt the same, his stance very defensive as you replied.

"What is that supposed to mean?” You demanded before Connor could speak, Cornelius’ eyes snapping to you like he’d forgotten you were an actual person and not just an object to fight over. “What about me and Connor is so surprising to you?”

“Honestly, you could do better.” he said matter-of-factly and you rolled your eyes, any appearance of a professional facade gone as you faced your father-in-law.

Now it was Connor’s turn to laugh, but it was a dry laugh as he said: “and what, you think your ‘better’?” Cornelius shrugged, the look on his face telling you that that was in fact what he meant. Connor shook his head in disbelief, the first time he was seeing his father in a long time and all of his reservations and fears were being entirely justified as he stood before the two of you.

It was time to end this, you decided, folding your arms and squaring up to Cornelius. “Better? The man who’d rather save money than a man’s life, who thinks it’s appropriate to not only hit on a woman while she’s at work, but to blatantly tell her to... cheat on her husband when she tries to politely tell you she’s not interested. Connor’s a good man, a much much better man than you, inspite of the fact that your raised him, and he doesn’t owe you another second of his time, neither of us do.” You took a breath as both Rhodes men blinked at you in shock. “Now, Mr Rhodes if you’ll excuse us we actually have jobs to be doing, I’d be happy to have somebody escort you to where you can wait,” you finished, seeing April grin out the corner of you eye as Cornelius got a little flustered, clearly not used to anyone, especially women you reckoned, putting him in his place.

“I’m had enough of trying to reach out to you, I felt like I still had something to prove to you, like it was on me to mend what was broken between us. But you’re not worth it dad, you’re just not worth it. We’re done here, stay away from me, and definitely stay away from my wife,” Connor told his father, gesturing with his head for security to come show him to the waiting room.

“Oh this is far from over,” Cornelius raised his voice, pointing his finger at his son as security reached you. But Connor didn’t waiver, clear for the first time as he just looked at his father, shaking his head before turning to walk away. Everything that needed to be said had been said, and he was finally ready to walk away from his father, quite literally in this case as you went to follow your husband.

This wound would never go away entirely, but now, maybe, you really could move forward.

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