#will halstead whump

[sarahmadpeople]

I’ve got you, Will

Summary: Connor Rhodes is there for Will after his building apartment fire.

Pairing: platonic Connor Rhodes x Will Halstead

Characters: Connor Rhodes, Will Halstead, Maggie Lockwood, Ethan Choi, April Sexton, Jay Halstead (mentioned)

Tags: hurt will halstead, will halstead whump, worried connor rhodes, hurt/comfort, reunion

Warnings: none

Word count: 2081

Disclaimer: i don’t own any of the characters and this is purely fiction ~~ not a medical professional so any medical scenes/references may not be accurate.

a/n: back with another chicago med fic, this time, it’s all about Will because he just couldn’t catch a break (i doubt that he’s all okay after everything that happened) and i was craving for connor and will crumbs,, sorry for any mistakes and hope you enjoy ~~

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Connor checked his phone as he went for his break and frowned when he saw 15 missed calls. Said frown went deeper when half of the calls were from an unknown number and half were from Maggie. Conner’s heart raced, knowing that there’s only one reason why Maggie had called him. There’s only person who would make Maggie called Connor.

He thought of the possible scenarios that might’ve happened as he pressed on Maggie’s number and waited for her to pick up. Fortunately for Connor, Maggie answered within 2 rings. It took less than 2 minutes within the phone call for Connor to go to his boss and request for a few days of emergency leave which was granted to him straight away.

Connor rushed home to book a ticket back to Chicago and as soon as he’d gotten the confirmed ticket, he packed whatever essentials he needed and headed to the airport.

Maggie’s words repeated itself in his head. “It’s Will, he was in a building fire and it’s bad. Jay’s unreachable and nobody’s here to take care of him.”

Connor knew that he was Will’s next emergency contact after Jay but he never would’ve thought this day would come. For whatever reason Jay was unreachable, he hoped nothing bad happened to the younger Halstead. Will would be devastated. Speaking of Will, how in the world did he get involved in a building fire?

As Connor was deep in his thoughts, his feet subconsciously brought him up to his gate and for the next 4 hours, he was on his way back to Chicago. Back to someone who he’d never thought he’d get along with let alone care like a brother.

Connor didn’t waste any time getting to Med and when he reached the reception area, he saw April.

“Hey, come on, I’ll bring you in,” April knew why Connor was here. She brought him in to Maggie and went off to do her work.

“Hi Mags,” Connor greeted her, “thanks for calling me. Where’s Will?”

“He’s up in the ICU. He was brought in with severe smoke inhalation and a broken leg. I heard he was pinned after helping to get Hannah out. Doctor Choi is upstairs, he’ll update you more,” Maggie explained.

“What happened Mags? How did it get this bad?” Connor asked.

Maggie looked at him. She sighed. Her eyes were teary, Connor noticed but he was not surprised because of all the staff in this hospital, Maggie was the closest to Will who saw her like a sister.

“You know about the apartment building he purchased?” Connor nodded, Will had told him about it and whatever transpired before that. Then, it clicked in his mind. Connor’s face gave away to Maggie that he had figured it out.

“The entire building?”

Maggie nodded, “That’s what I heard from 51.”

God, just when things were starting to look bright for Will.

Connor was pulled from his thoughts as they stopped in front of a room where Dr Choi was. Their footsteps alerted Ethan, who turned and smiled at the approaching figures. Ethan kept his greetings short, knowing that Connor would want to hear about Will as soon as possible.

“I’m sure Maggie told you about Will’s condition when he was brought in. And I’m sure you know and understand the treatment we’re giving him. We’ve put him under and intubated him to relieve the stress on his lungs and allow them to heal. We’re optimistic that he'll recover with minimal damage, but we’ll continue to monitor. As for his leg, he had surgery to fix it. It’s looking better so far,” Ethan paused, allowing Connor to digest his explanation. It was one thing being a doctor and hearing these information but it was another being a caretaker, a guardian hearing them. Ethan knew Connor understood, but right now he wasn’t here as a doctor, he was here as Will’s emergency contact. Someone personal, and so he needed time.

Connor nodded and asked a few questions which Ethan answered before ultimately asking if he could sit with Will. “Sure, as long as you’re not in the way of any of the nurses or doctors here.”

As he sat down, Connor took in the sight of Will in front of him. It was unnerving to see Will so still and quiet, the guy was talkative and always on the move. Honestly, it scared Connor. Connor and Will started off on the wrong foot but over the years, both of them had formed a tight bond and their friendship was never like the ones Connor had with other people.

“Hey Will, I’m here,” Connor held Will’s cold hand, “you better get better, you hear me? You have to, for Jay, for me, for your patients, for yourself. You’re gonna be okay,” Connor reassured, gripping Will’s hand.

~

It was 5 days after the incident and Connor hoped that Will would wake up soon. The doctors had reduced the sedation as Will’s numbers improved over the days and when Will started breathing on his own, they removed the breathing tube. But Will remained asleep, and he deserved this rest as long as Connor knew Will’s okay.

As Connor sat by Will, for the umpteenth time of the week, Maggie’s words once again rang in his mind.

“Jay left. Nobody knew except for his team and Will only got to know from Voight after he couldn’t reach Jay. God, Connor, the look on his face. People around him kept leaving him and he believed that it was his fault. That it was karma because he left his family a long time ago. He just hasn’t been himself these days and then the fire happened. I tried calling Jay and other methods to contact him but all failed. I checked Will’s details and saw you were listed as his 2nd emergency contact so I crossed my fingers and called you. Thanks for answering and dropping everything, which I know you did, to come here. That man doesn’t deserve to wake up after such a horrific incident alone.”

Connor remembered wincing at the mention of people around Will leaving, knowing that he was one of them and he too left without saying anything, not even a goodbye. And hearing that Will blamed himself made the guilt stabbed deeper. Connor couldn’t think of anything to say so he just settled with thanking her for calling him and updating him with what she felt he needed to know.

Eyes teary, Connor looked up to Will’s face. Time froze as he stared into the brown eyes he’d missed ever since he left Chicago. Apparently as he was deep in his thoughts, Connor missed his friend waking up. Connor could only smile before a nurse, who chanced upon an awake Will, came in.

Then, the next few moments were busy with Will’s doctors and nurses checking in on him and informing him about his injuries and treatment. Connor waited patiently at the corner of the room, not wanting to impose or be in the way. But that doesn’t mean that he didn’t notice how Will’s eyes kept drifting to him. Each time it happened, Connor would smile his way.

Will’s doctor then turned and talked to Connor regarding Will’s care including the next steps now that Will’s awake. It wasn’t long before it’s finally just the two of them in the room again.

Connor sat back in the seat he’s occupied beside Will’s bed. A lap of silence as the two looked at each other. “You-“ Will’s voice cracked, showing how long his throat had been inactive. Connor fetched the glass of water nearby and held it for Will to drink from the straw.

“You’re back?” Will’s sentence sounded like a question. Connor placed the glass on the table and looked back at Will. He smiled as he said, “I came right after hearing what happened, I’m sorry this happened. Good to know you’re gonna be okay.”

“Me too. Sorry to trouble you,” Will managed to say before a coughing bout.

“Easy, Will. You’re still recovering, so save your energy,” Connor patted his back, alternating with running his hand up and down Will’s back, to relieve the cough. “And it’s no trouble, Will, really. I’m just glad that you have someone here to take care of you.”

Will kept quiet. Connor kind of knew what was going on in his friend’s mind.

“I heard about Jay and I’m sorry about that too. It must’ve been hard not having your brother around and even more so for him to leave without saying goodbye. And I know I left too, without saying anything either. But I’m here now and I’m sure if Jay knew, he’d be here in an instant too.”

Connor placed his hand on Will’s arm, “Look at me,” he said and didn’t continue until Will tilted his head up and made eye contact with Connor.

“I know that people around you have been drifting away and unfortunate things keep happening. But it’s not on you, Will. It’s not your fault. So don’t you dare start blaming yourself for the fire.” Connor knew he had to touch this subject as soon as possible before Will could bottle it up and keep everything to himself.

“No matter who was affected, why it happened or how much damage it cost, it’s not your fault. Ya hear me?”

Will nodded. Connor really had a way to convince people.

Connor removed his hand and gave Will the time and space to settle down.

“Thanks for being here,” Will whispered, “I don’t know what to do now,” he said as he looked down and fiddled with the blanket.

Connor’s heart broke a bit seeing Will so dejected. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll figure this out together, I’ll be here,” Connor then placed his hand gently on Will’s shoulder. “I still have my old apartment, if you want to stay after you’re discharged. We can sort everything else along the way or once you’ve recovered.”

Will was silent and Connor let him be, not wanting to push Will into anything. It took a while before Will said, “I don’t think I wanna stay here anymore.”

Connor, surprised, couldn’t hold himself from asking what Will meant.

“I wanna leave Chicago. There’s nothing here for me anymore. Dad’s gone, Jay’s gone, you’re not staying here anymore and I’m sure the moment I’m well enough, you’re gonna leave again. And I’m not in any relationship. So there’s nothing tying me here except my parent’s graves and my brother’s wife.” Apparently Will was still not up to long talks as he started coughing again the moment he finished his words.

Connor gave Will water to relieve his cough and soon, it stopped but Will was out of breath.

“Okay, you need to take it easy Will, your lungs are still not that strong yet. Now listen, you wanna leave? I hear you and it’s fine by me. But you have to wait until your doctor gives you the all clear, okay. In the meantime, you need to rest and maybe you could start to think of where you want to go.” Connor patted Will’s arm.

Not even a beat after Connor’s words, Will croaked out, “Is your offer still up?”

Connor widened his eyes. Connor had offered Will to move to where he was if he wanted. It was a spur of the moment thought and he didn’t expect Will to remember. “You remembered?”

He saw Will nodding, “But it’s okay if it’s not. I could think of something else,” Will said.

“No, don’t trouble yourself. My offer still stands. I have an extra room in my apartment and I’m sure there are hospitals that would accept you, especially the one I’m working at. But please, don’t rush to make any decisions. Take your time, don’t worry, I’ll be here. Just focus on getting better first.”

Will nodded and yawned. Connor chuckled and helped Will settle against the pillows.

“Thanks, Connor. I’m really glad you’re here,” Will said before he lost the battle of keeping his eyes open.

“It’s okay, Will. I’ve got you. Sleep, you need the rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Connor patted Will’s arm again and settled against his own seat and closed his eyes. He vowed to take care of Will the way Will had done for everyone else. It was the least he could do but first, Connor’s gonna get some rest too.

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thanks for reading!! ❤️ lemme know what you think about this ✨

[spiderjay]

My newest fanfiction is almost finished. 😃

A Will Halstead whump story...

[whumpypepsigal]

The Gentlemen s01e02: “Are you gonna help an old soldier? Or are you gonna stand there wagging your finger?”

+bonus:

[uptondixon]

Upstead Foster Daughter

Did you ever wonder how Upstead would be as foster parents for a teenage girl? Like Hank and Erin, Hailey and Jay welcomed Olivia to their home when she was 16. Olivia holds a lot of grudges and is full of mischief, but she is also incredibly sweet and has a tremendous need to feel like she belongs. To her surprise, Hailey and Jay will give her exactly that.

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[Chapter I] "If I was dying on my knees you would be the one to rescue me"

Jay is shot and help comes from an unexpected source.

Blood was no stranger to Jay Halstead. Nor is being in the aim of a gun. But actually being shot, bleeding out? This is something you never get used to. 

Jay had been lying on the cold concrete floor for about two minutes now, unaware that minutes had passed. Everything happened so fast. The bullet missed his bulletproof vest and hit his side, invading him with pain and knocking him to the ground.

Jay made an effort but failed to reach for his radio that he dropped when he fell. Being alone, bleeding out from a hole in your belly, is enough to send anyone into a panic. But not him, because Jay knew that was not how he would die, chasing a stupid drug dealer who shot him down an alley in the middle of the day. He wasn't even supposed to be there alone in the first place. 

His team would find him. Hailey would find him.

Half a minute later, Jay hears footsteps coming from the other side of the alley. His hands loosened the hold on his side where he was stanching the bleeding with a piece of his plaid shirt. They got to him, he could relax now. 

The footsteps were soft, they were probably from Hailey or Kim, even Hank coming-

“Jesus Christ! Sir, what happened?” Jay's head moved in the direction of the voice so fast that he felt pain shooting through his entire body. 

His vision was getting blurry, be he could make out a teenage girl who could not be older than fifteen. She was staring at him from 10 steps away and the strain his neck was doing to look at her was making him even more uncomfortable. He resumed his previous position with a loud groan, pressing the piece of fabric tighter against his side again. 

The action calls the girl's attention to the wound, the amount of blood making her gasp and kneel on the ground beside the man. Although she had never seen a gunshot wound before, she knew it was one. She noticed his vest, his gun, and his radio on the ground. He was a cop and he was bleeding out on the pavement right in front of her. She had to do something.

Her hands flew to the wound, joining his bigger ones in stopping the bleeding. She took out her coat, pressing it to the wound. 

“My belt” Jay said, reaching out to it. He had attempted to remove it earlier, but his hands were shaking excessively and he lacked the strength to do so. Just like he couldn't reach for his radio to call for help.

She got the message and took his belt. His badge and gunholder coming off in the process. The girl knew she had to do a tourniquet, so she wrapped the belt around his side, finding some difficulty in doing so, but still managed to succeed. More grunts of pain left Jay as she tightened the belt. 

Her hands and clothes were covered in blood, and her face had some splashes from when she tried to get her hair out of the way.

What to do now? She couldn't carry him, she couldn't leave him here alone to die either. 

“The radio, take my radio” Jay's voice was weaker now, he was using all his strength to not pass out. 

She looked back and stood up to retrieve the radio. She came back and kneeled beside him again, waiting for more instructions. It was crazy how he could still think rationally in these conditions. She felt so powerless because he was the one dying, but he was still managing to tell her what to do. She knew, however, that he was probably trained for moments like this.

“What's your name?” Jay said after a moment trying to catch his breath.

“Olivia” She answered, her voice shaking.

The girl glanced down at the name carved on his vest “Halstead, Intelligence” she read out loud. 

“Yeah, yeah, you-” he coughed. “You pull this switch and press this button” his blood-soaked hand showed her how to do it.

“Call for help, tell them the address” were Jay’s last words before he started to feel his consciousness fading away.

He turned his head to the side, feeling the cold on his cheek. His vision went completely black but he could still hear Olivia's voice in the background.

Jay could not make out what she was saying but the last thing he heard before passing out was Hank's voice through the radio “Who the hell are you?!”

You all recognize the lyrics from the title, right? Thank you for reading and let me know what you think! It's my first time attempting to write a story with multiple chapters so any form of encouragement is much appreciated ♡

[aceofwhump]

@whumpgifathon | Day 11: "Sling"

Chicago P.D., 7x10 and 7x11, Jay Halstead

[where-is-my-whump]

Chicago PD 2x15

[cynicalone94]

Forced Choice

No. 23: FORCED CHOICE

Public Display | Broken Pedestal | “I’m doing this for you.”

Read on AO3 here.

[artiekareestories]

Well, several years after I created this account for my original story, I’m giving it a shot for my Chicago One (mostly PD - Jay Halstead!) fanfics…

This weekend I created my own Whump Bingo, and I’m going to share it for anyone who wants to play along with their own stories or follow mine…

I can’t decide on the first prompt, so until then… here’s the Bingo card and hopefully the link to my AO3 profile.

Please forgive my newness to Tumblr, I don’t use social media much outside of personal messages…

[kamryn1963]

Summary: Al had a plan. He'd been waiting for this day, and nothing was going to stop him.

Al woke up with a groan, turning to turn his alarm clock off. He laid back on the couch, surprised he’d even managed to sleep the night before. That was rare nowadays for him. When his phone went off, he groaned again as he grabbed it and squinted at the message from Hank, seeing it was him asking Al to meet him at a crime scene. 

Al texted back but once he noticed the date, he smiled and turned his gaze to the bottle of sleeping pills on his coffee table and the three letters he’d written out last week. 

April 2nd. 

Exactly a month since Lexi had died. The day Al was finally allowing himself the freedom of death. Al had forced himself to stay around a month, he deserved to suffer to have to live without his daughter, his little girl. But now Al could leave. He just had to get through the day, go to work so nobody got suspicious and intervened. Al just had to show for one more day that he was fine. 

Al took a deep breath as he got dressed, finally feeling for the first time in a month that he could breath, that he could get through the day. If only to be able to come back to the pills, the sweet relief of death that awaited him. 

Twenty minutes later Al pulled up outside the crime scene where Hank and Jay already were. 

“Hey. What do we have?” Al asked as he came up next to Jay, Hank having gone to comfort who Al was guessing were the victim’s family. 

“Morning, O. 16 year old female, overdose. Fifth one this week.” Jay replied and Al sighed as he shoved his hands into his pockets so Jay couldn’t see them shaking. 

“Same dealer?” 

“We think so.” Jay confirmed as they both watched Hank try to talk to who Al was now sure was this girl’s parents. 

Al excused himself as the others arrived on scene, heading over to his car and leaning against it. The last week had been hard for everyone in the unit, but Al had barely been able to handle seeing these kids' bodies, hear their parents scream. It had made it increasingly difficult to wait until today to take the pills, but he had to. Needed to suffer after failing his daughter. 

It’s the least he deserved after all. For failing Lexi, for failing Meredith. 

“Al? You alright?” Al looked up, barely suppressing the urge to shout, as he saw Ruzek now standing in front of him. 

Adam had been watching him with his concerned look, more and more the last few days and Al was getting worried Adam would go say something to Hank and Trudy. Get them worried and then they’d ruin the night Al had planned. 

“I’m fine Adam.” Al snapped not even finding it in him to care as Adam flinched at his outburst. 

Al went back to the scene, avoiding everybody else’s looks. One more shift, one more case. Maybe they’d finally put the scumbag behind these drugs away and get justice for these kids. Maybe Al could do one more good thing with his life. 

Not like it’d outweigh all the bad Al had done in his life, but it’d be better than having to tell yet another parent that they couldn’t get justice for their child. 

–

By the end of the day, they had been able to find the man responsible and he was currently in a holding cell after Hank and Erin had gotten a full confession out of him. 

Al was glad, not only for the affected families, but for the fact that other than the conversation with Adam that morning, the unit had been too busy and focused on the case to question Al and his well-being. The others headed to Molly’s once the case and the paperwork that followed, had been finished up while Al muttered some excuse for not joining them and headed to his own car. 

He didn’t even realize Adam was watching him with a worried look from his own car. Or that Adam had headed back inside as soon as Al started pulling out of the district. 

Al was focused on getting home. He drove on autopilot, walking right past the house not even checking to see if Meredith was inside. He headed to the garage, removing his jacket and grabbing a beer before sitting down on the couch. 

Al grabbed the three letters and looked at them for a moment. One was addressed to Hank, one to Trudy and the third one to Michelle. Al sat them back down and opened his bottle of sleeping pills. 

He grabbed a handful of pills, swallowing them with a swig of his beer before repeating. Al lost count on how many times he’d did that, how many pills he’d consumed until there was a pounding on his garage door and the door opened, slamming against the wall from the force. 

Hank ran in, Trudy right behind him and Al realized he never locked the door. Al just sighed, grabbing more pills but being unable to swallow them before his beer was tugged out of his hands. Al tried to fight but the pills were starting to take effect, not to mention the weeks of him neglecting sleep and food, so he was no match for Hank right now. 

Al swallowed the last handful of pills dry before Hank or Trudy were able to stop him. The bottle of pills were taken away then, and Al just stared up at Hank and Trudy as they took in the scene. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Al was doing. 

“How many did you take, Alvin?” Trudy demanded as Hank reached for his phone. 

“Not enough.” Al slurred, reaching a hand up to try to knock Hank’s phone out of his hands. 

“Al, stop. You need an ambo.” Hank responded but Al just shook his head as Trudy sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of him. 

“Please don’t. I-I can’t do this, Hank. Just let me go please.” The sleeping pills were quickly taking effect and Al’s eyes began dropping. Trudy roughly patted his cheek trying to get him to open his eyes. Al obliged looking at Hank with bloodshot eyes. 

“Al, we can’t let you die.” Hank tried to keep the tears out of his own eyes as Al met his look with a pleading one of his own. 

“Ambo probably won’t make it in time to save me. Just go, please.” Al begged. He didn’t care he was begging, all he cared about was getting the relief of death he’d been dreaming for longer than he could remember. 

Damn Adam for having to go tattle to Hank and Trudy about Al acting “weird.”

“Alvin.” Trudy was crying, Al could hear it in her voice even if his eyes wouldn’t open anymore. 

Al’s body began feeling weaker and heavier as the sleeping pills began to quickly take effect. Finally, Not much longer now. 

Hank and Trudy looked at each other, both talking with their eyes. Tears silently fell down both their faces as Hank and Trudy came to a conclusion, moving so they were sitting on either side of Al who leaned into Hank’s side like he used to after a meltdown when they were young. Al just snuggled further into Hank’s chest as Trudy held his hand. 

Eventually Al’s breath slowed, his body growing slack. Even so Hank and Trudy didn’t move, just held their little brother until the sun set and the room grew dark. 

[tevantarlos]

Crime Drama Shipping Bingo 2024 Masterpost

1 of ? fics: Chicago PD: Barely Breathing ~ Linstead/Jay Halstead whump (Note, This is my first real try at writing whump. Please let me know what you think. If you have any suggestions on how to I can write whump better in the future, let me know, thanks.)

[amatowriting]

Hi guys

My name is Gabriela and for over two years I have been writing fanfic on the "Archive of our own" website. Then I thought about creating an account where I could keep whoever follows me updated with news toward my stories, who wants to send requests or simply talk and then here it is.

I write heavy topics about Jay Halstead whump and Tom Holland's Spider-Man whump

READ WITH YOU ENJOY MY TYPE OF WRITING - don't interfere if it isn't your cup of tea

I'm open for requests, suggestions, critics and compliments and be my guest 😁😘

Some of my works:

He is like my son

How to find yourself and...someone more?

Life is fluid...isn't it? (in Latin)

We found a family in a hopeless place

Don't let them in, don't let them see (with Emma Rousseau)

[sarahmadpeople]

Masterlist

The Boyz:

Danger (eric centric; angst/fluff)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Unappreciated (eric centric; angst/fluff)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Do you forgive me, hyungs? (eric centric; angst, mcd)

Chicago Med:

Family Dinner (Will Halstead x Jay Halstead x Halstead!Sister Reader)

A sight for sore eyes (Connor Rhodes x Halstead!Reader)

I’ve got you, Will (platonic Connor Rhodes x Will Halstead)

Original Fiction:

I can’t take it anymore (trigger warnings; mcd) ❗️

This feeling (trigger warnings; panic attack, phobia) ❗️

[spiderjay]

[whumpypepsigal]

The Gentlemen s01e03: “Let me give you a hand.”

+bonus:

[uptondixon]

Upstead Foster Daughter

Did you ever wonder how Upstead would be as foster parents for a teenage girl? Like Hank and Erin, Hailey and Jay welcomed Olivia to their home when she was 16. Olivia holds a lot of grudges and is full of mischief, but she is also incredibly sweet and has a tremendous need to feel like she belongs. To her surprise, Hailey and Jay will give her exactly that.

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[Chapter II] “You’re on your own, kid, you always have been”

No one expected to hear a stranger's voice through their radio, let alone saying that Jay was bleeding out on the pavement.

“Who the hell are you?” Voight’s surprised voice came through the radio.

“My name is Olivia Rivera, I'm with your officer Halstead and he's been shot! I'm sorry I couldn't call an ambulance but I don't have my phone with me,” Olivia said everything so fast they almost couldn't understand it.

“Shot? What the hell?” said Hailey in exasperation. She was driving with Voight after Jay left by himself.

The whole team was checking the crime scene from their current case when Jay got a call from a CI. Hailey was busy interrogating a witness when he got the call. She told him to wait for her but he was so eager for whatever information his CI had to give that he decided to go by himself. Turns out it was a trap. Hailey did not know the details yet, but she couldn’t help but think that this would have not happened if she had been with him.

“Wh-where are you?” Hailey asked, already feeling her heart start to beat out of her chest.

Olivia told her the address as slowly as possible in her state; after that, Hailey started bombarding her with questions she did not know how to answer.

While they talked, Voight rushed in passing the address to dispatch requesting an ambulance and some patrol cars. The rest of the team followed behind.

“Is he conscious?” Hailey asked.

Silence followed her question, leaving them both tense.

“Olivia! Is he conscious?” Hailey repeated.

“I- He- He was until now when I called you.”

“Does he still have a pulse, Olivia?” Hailey guided her to check.

“Yes, he does!”

“Okay, okay, keep putting pressure on the wound.”

“What's the ambulance ETA?” Voight's rough voice questioned dispatch.

“We're close, hang tight Olivia,” Hailey said, trying to calm the girl and herself down. He would make it, he always made it. This was not his first time being shot, but she surely hoped it was his last. She couldn't do this last time and she especially can't do it now.

“He'll be fine, Hailey,” Voight's voice invaded her thoughts. “Halstead’s strong, he'll get through this.”

Olivia didn't like hospitals. She felt trapped, unsafe, and overwhelmed. Probably because of the amount of people coming and going, the voices overlapping each other. There was too much going on and she shouldn't even be there in the first place.

After Jay's co-workers got to them everything happened in a blur. The ambulance got there seconds later, along with the other members of the team.

When Hailey and Voight arrived, Hailey came running in Jay and Olivia’s direction. She stared at the teenager with a mix of desperation and gratitude. Olivia stepped away as Hailey took her place. As others approached, Olivia stepped more and more away from the scene, ending up a little far away from it all.

She watched the scene unfold before her eyes in a trance. Jay was put into an ambulance and taken to the hospital, with several police cars following behind. Should she leave? She wants to know if he is going to be alright, of course. On the other hand, she feels like she was not supposed to be there.

“Hey! Olivia, isn't it?” a tall man appeared in her field of vision, his eyes were gentle and his voice calm.

“Yes,” Olivia answered.

“Name’s Kevin, Kevin Atwater. This is my friend, Kim Burgess,” he pointed to the woman beside him, and she smiled softly. Both officers looked shaken but they masked well, Olivia thought. Of course, this was not easy for them. Seeing a colleague hurt like that, almost lifeless.

“There's someone we can call for you? Your mom or dad?” Kim asked.

The girl didn’t answer. Kevin and Kim exchanged a look.

“Well, just come to the hospital with us then, okay?”

Voight watched them from afar, getting ready to enter the car and head to Med. Jay was the priority now, but they all were grateful for the girl, she saved Jay’s life after all. He made a mental note to thank her personally later.

Olivia debated for a moment. She decided it was better if she went with them and found a way to leave later without them noticing.

She nodded and followed them to the car.

“You can get cleaned up there,” Kim said after getting in the car.

Kevin started the drive to Med. Olivia didn’t answer the officer, suddenly feeling hyper-aware of all the blood on her. The adrenaline was wearing down.

“Are you okay, Olivia?” Kim asked softly.

“Yeah, sorry… I'm fine.”

“It’s okay, we will get to the hospital soon.”

Sitting in the doctors' room in Chicago Med a couple of hours later, Olivia was clean and waiting for a chance to leave. The really nice nurse called April who helped her clean up and gave her some food came by minutes ago and told her Jay would be alright. She left again when another nurse called for her so now was the perfect time for Olivia to leave.

She did not need to be discharged since she was neither a patient nor a suspect, right? Olivia got up and left the room, bringing some of the snacks the nurse gave her.

“Don’t worry Hails, we’re getting the bastard who shot Jay,” Kevin said firmly, looking at a very distressed-looking Hailey. Olivia got to the hospital’s lounge and saw Jay’s team reunited talking. They had their backs to the door she entered and could not see her.

They started to talk about the man who shot Jay and what they were doing to find him, most of which Olivia did not understand or did not care to try to understand. She stopped paying attention and started to plan how she would get out of there. There was only one way out and she could not leave without them seeing her.

Olivia was scared. She knew she wasn’t in trouble or anything but they were still police so she might as well be in trouble if they got to know more about her. Hell, they might as well already know.

“Stay with your husband Hailey, we’ll get him,” Voight's words drew Olivia's attention. Husband? That explained why Hailey was the most distressed of them all. The look on her face when she saw him lying on the pavement.

“Oh! Olivia, there you are,” said April, the nurse who helped Olivia earlier. Olivia's name caught the group's attention and five heads turned to look in her direction.

“Olivia!” Voight said, approaching the girl. “How are you? I need to properly thank you for helping my detective, I don’t know what could have happened if you weren’t there.”

“I… well, he was…” Olivia did not know what to say, so she came with a simple “You’re welcome” and a shy smile. She didn't expect to talk with anyone, let alone have all the attention on her.

“Well, I’m Sergeant Hank Voight and this is my team,” he went on introducing each of them. “You met Officer Kim Burgess and Officer Kevin Atwater. Detective Hailey Upton was the one you spoke with on the radio. And that is Officer Adam Ruzek.” he pointed to each one and they gave her a nod or a small smile.

After the introduction, he turned to look at her again. He spoke in a more serious tone, “We’re going to need your statement.”

Shit. That is exactly what she was trying to avoid. “I can’t!” was the first thing that came out of her mouth.

“It’s okay Olivia, we checked your file and we’re going to call your foster family on the way to the station,” Hank said.

So they know about her foster family, but they did not know she had run away yet. That was why she was in that alley, in that part of town, by herself.

Olivia thought about running but she could never get far with this many cops around. On their way to the district, she thought about jumping from the moving car but that was too stupid even for her. She laughed at the thought. Sitting in the car with Kim and Kevin again, she accepted her fate.

All her effort running away was for nothing. She was back to square one.

Slow, I know, but this is me trying guys. I love this OC so I hope I can keep writing her story even though I'm slow af. Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs on chapter one! ♡

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What I want right now is an angsty slow burn Rhodestead fan fic with loads of H/C.