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All The Rumours Are True - Sam Abrams x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @irishavengersassemble @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @callsignartemis @annieradcliff @thebewingedjewelcat @cosmic-psychickitty

Brief references to Better and Will's struggles in Smoke Break

Sam doesn’t realise there’s a rumour about him until he sees two interns in the elevator tittering and nudging each other. He’s used to commanding a certain level of respect and he’s worked hard to cultivate his reputation. He doesn’t suffer fools gladly and he has very little time for gossip and nonsense. He doesn’t say anything, he simply lowers the chart he’s reading and tilts his head towards them. The giggling stops immediately.

Good, he thinks. Now he can concentrate.  

“Doctor Abrams.”

He sighs and lowers the chart a second time and fixes the interns with a steely glare. The first one shrinks back, the second one straightens their shoulders before continuing to speak.

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?” He asks mildly irritated by the interaction.

“About your wife.”

Sam’s eyebrows furrow into a frown and his heart starts to beat a little faster in his chest. He’s a logical man, but when it comes to you his brain jumps to all sorts of irrational conclusions. Are you sick? Are you hurt? Have you been brought into the E.D?

“What about my wife?” He snaps, clutching the clipboard to his chest. The intern changes their mind about the interaction and instead takes a step away from him falling silent. Sam rolls his eyes at the response before sighing and adjusting his tone. “What is going on with my wife?”

“Oh!” The intern says, their cheeks colouring as they fluster. “No, she’s fine. I think she’s fine. She’s not here, at least I don’t think she is… I wanted to ask you about her book.”

Sam leans back against the wall of the elevator and exhales loudly.

For a second there…

His brain snags on the interns’ words before he turns his attention back to them.

“Yes, my wife wrote a book.” He informs them. “It’s on the Times Bestseller’s List at the moment.”

“I’ve read it!” One of the interns abruptly tells him, before gesturing between them and the other intern. “We both have.”

“Ok.” Sam shrugs his shoulders. “Good for you.”

The doors to the elevator open on his floor and Sam is relieved to leave the weird exchange with the interns behind him.

***

It’s Halstead that brings the rumour to his attention. Ever since Jimmy Lanik made a comment that Will reminds him of Beaker from the Muppets, Sam can’t unsee it. Sometimes when he’s prattling on, Sam tunes him out and imagines Beaker’s voice just to get through the conversation.

“I didn’t know your wife was an author.” He says conversationally his elbow comes to rest on workspace that Sam is scribbling down his notes on.

“She didn’t take my last name.” Sam mutters as his pen scratches across the paper. “She’s very much her own woman.”

“Very modern.” Will remarks, nodding sagely.

As far as Sam is concerned that’s the end of the conversation. His personal life is exactly that. Only now Halstead is hovering like he wants to say something else, and Sam hates this sort of dilly dallying.

“Spit it out.” He says, setting his pen down on the clipboard.

“Her book really helped me.” Will says finally, his mouth set in a thin line as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I was in a really bad place a couple of months ago and Doctor Charles recommended it. It really changed my perspective on mental health and how I view myself.”

“Oh.” Sam says, nodding his head in understanding. “Good.”

He plays with the silver Parker Pen, you had bought him for his birthday between his fingertips. He’s always wanted one, but he’s just never seen the point. He doesn’t write correspondence; everything is digital these days. His desire for it wasn’t logical, he just knew he liked it. When he’d opened the box with the rainbow-coloured bow on he had been completely delighted.

Sometimes there doesn’t have to be a point, you had told him as his thumb had trailed over the customised engraving. It’s just something you feel in your heart.

“My wife is very good at what she does.” He says to Will, his gaze lingering on the pen in his hands. “For her counselling is a calling. During and then after the pandemic, the mental health services were overwhelmed with people in crisis. It started as a blog initially and then it gained traction from there. She started writing her book in the evenings as a way of reaching people who didn’t have access to the help they needed. She wanted them to understand that they weren’t alone in their struggles, to help them find a way through the darkness. The proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.”

Sam sighs before clipping his pen back into the top pocket of his lab coat.

“I’m glad it helped you, that’s it’s doing the work she set out to do.”

“I went to her book talk; Jimmy’s wife was going, and she invited me along. She thought it would be good for me.” Will says abruptly as Sam is about to walk away. “There were a few others from Med there, I think that’s why…”

Will trails off and Sam finishes the sentence because suddenly it all makes sense.

“… everybody is talking about me and my wife.”

“There’s no author picture in the back of her book and her social media is private. Nobody realised that the woman we’ve seen you having lunch with is the same one that wrote the book until then.” Will tells him.

“And you’re all wondering what she’s doing with a man like me.” Sam summarises, before rapping his fingertips upon the surface of the workspace.

Will shakes his head.

“Actually no.” He informs the neurosurgeon. “Part of the talk was her discussing her own mental health issues, how the pandemic and the pressure of it, took its toll on her. She told us about how her husband had supported her through it, how he was this beacon of light in a very dark time of her life.”

“Oh.” Sam says.

He doesn’t like to think about that, about how much you were suffering. He remembers the night you broke down, sobbing into his chest because you’d spent weeks struggling and it had all become too much. The burden of other people’s hurt had become too hard to bear and you were coming part at the seams. The next day he had marched into Goodwin’s office and told her to clear his schedule. There were more important things going on at home and he needed to be there. She had been understanding, cut back his hours until the storm had passed, allowed him a phased return so he could be there when you attended your own appointments. He would take you out afterwards, the bookstore, the ice cream shop, skating once – which he was horrible at. Things to make you feel better because therapy could be brutal and all the wanted was to see you see you smile again.

“She’s the love of my life.” He explains to Will. “I hated seeing her in so much pain. It gave me a little insight into why she wrote the book. She had access to the help she needed, but what about those that don’t?”

Sam crosses his arms over his chest.

“Before that they were just statistics but afterwards…” He shakes his head as he recalls that moment of realisation. “It reminded me that there are people behind those numbers, individuals who don’t have the tools to cope.”

He pauses before he meets Will’s eyes. It’s rare that he is this open with anyone outside of you, but Halstead’s bore his soul by mentioning his issues. It seems only fair that Sam returns the gesture.

“My wife is a very special person.” He tells the other man. “It’ll mean the world to her to know that her book helped you through a tough time.”

“The work she’s doing…” Will says as he tucks his hands into his pockets. “It saves lives.”

Sam thinks about his own emotional state before he met you. The nights he’d come home and put on Tchaikovsky before pouring himself a Scotch, the hours he would spend pouring over medical journals, reading articles, watching highlights from seminars and conferences he’d missed. There had been no work life balance for him, there was just work and there was always plenty of it to be done. Then he had met you. His world had gone from shades of grey to erupting with colour.

Dates filled with laugher, good food, tender kisses. Late mornings spent making love, while the two of you listened to the rain patter against the windows. He’d started reading fiction again, getting hooked on Dan Brown before exploring other literary works. He’d joined a book club hosted by one of the firefighters from 51 to expand his horizons, made some friends along the way. He’s happier than he’s ever been and that’s all thanks to you.

“I know.” He tells Will frankly. “She saved mine too.”

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[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Okay but Sam playing doctor with the girls and taking it very seriously

Sometimes it’s him being the doctor, giving their toys exams and trying to treat whatever ailments the girls pretend their toys have. He affectionately refers to the girls as his residents and calls them “Doctor Joanie Bologna” and “Doctor Penny” while they call him “Doctor Daddy”

And then sometimes they are the doctors, meanwhile Sam, I, and their toys are the patients. We sit in the “waiting room” (the living room) until they call us back to be seen in a room (their play tent in the living room— “for privacy” Joan insists). They take it very seriously and haven’t lost a patient yet

#they’re three and six years old and Sam teaches them how to do CPR on their stuffed animals #they have so much fun playing doctor #🧠 #otp: from lab partners to life partners #abrams fankids #bad for crow

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So I love Chicago med... But at the same time, I hate the characters in ways that I can't explain.

Except Ethan Choi, I absolutely love that man... And Sharon Godwin... And Nurse Doris... And Sam Abrams.

#chicago med #one chicago #Ethan Choi can have my heart and soul #Sharon Godwin is amazing #Nurse Doris is cool #Sam Abrams is a good doctor #he's really cool and I love how he's the hot piece hanging by his wife's arm

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Request rules and Character list

Hi! Welcome to my blog!

~here are a few rules~

I don't write:

non-con

anything to do with piss

large age gaps/ageplay

smut for characters under 18

crossover au

Fanfiction of real people

mlm relationships (it's not my place to write what I haven't experienced)

Incest (this includes anything to do with stepsiblings and stepparents)

Please don't:

harass me about my writing/schedule

critique my writing without permission

repost my writing (reblogging is okay and encouraged)

Characters/fandoms I write for:

Titanic (1997)~

Jack Dawson

Rose DeWitt Bukater

OUAT~

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Peter Pan

Henry Mills

Supernatural~

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Marvel~

Loki

Thor

Doctor Strange

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Peter Parker (All three of them)

Wade Wilson

Wolverine

Peter Maximoff (Pietro only by request if I feel like it. I don't like him that much)

Star Wars~

Han Solo

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Rey Skywalker (Argue with the wall)

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Poe Dameron

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ashoka Tano

Din Djarin

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

Star Trek (The JJ Abrams version)~

James Kirk

Spock

Pavel Chekov

Dr. Leonard McCoy

Khan

House M.D.~

Gregory House

Allison Cameron

Robert Chase

Doctor Who~

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Amy Pond

Clara Oswald

River Song

The Hunger Games~

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Haymitch Abernathy

Young Coriolanus Snow (don't start with me)

Johanna Mason

Harry Potter~

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Remus Lupin (Mauraders and Golden Era)

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

My Babysitter's a Vampire~

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

Rory Keaner

Erica Jones

Sarah Fox

Top Gun/Maverick~

Pete Mitchell

Bradley Bradshaw

Jake Seresin

Gilmore Girls~

Lorelai Gilmore

Rory Gilmore

Jess Mariano

Miscellaneous~

Indiana Jones

Yancy

Wilford Warfstache

Darkiplier

Marty McFly

Ferris Bueller

Cameron Frye

Malcolm Bright/Whitly

~this is just a preliminary line up and more characters will be added~

All my works will use feminine descriptors and pronouns unless specified in the request. Feel free to send in a request and I'll be sure to get to it as quick as I can!

#titanic #jack dawson x reader #Rose Dawson x reader #OUAT #Pater pan x reader #top gun fanfiction #markiplier egos #wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache #marty mcfly x reader #indiana jones x reader #ferris bueller's day off #bradley bradshaw x reader #Harry Potter x reader #Doctor Who #house m.d. #star trek x reader #spock x reader #Star Wars #obi wan x reader #Marvel #tony stark #kate bishop #gilmore girls #jess mariano x reader #Supernatural #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #prodigal son #malcolm bright x reader #malcolm whitly x reader

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Chicago Med Group Chat

Pt. 5: Maggie’s phone

Will🙄: Hello my fellow doctors, nurses, and my boss! How are all of you doing this very fine morning? 

April👭(bff): Wtf I think Will is broken. 

Annoying rich dude: you good dude???? do you need me to call 911??? 

Daniel: I guess your therapy session worked. 

Nat👯: I em so prison of you WilliM!

Will🙄: Do you mean: I am so proud (?) of you William!

April’s idiotic little brother: Omg freaky friday!!!!!

Annoying blonde med student: Freaky Friday?

Ethan: Even I know what Freaky Friday is. 

Maggie: How do you not know what Freaky Friday is?

Annoying (Lanik) has added Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) to the group chat

April’s idiotic little brother: Who’s that?

Annoying (Lanik): Dr. Abrams. He lost a bet and the punishment is that he has to be added to this group chat.

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) left the group chat

Annoying (Lanik) has added Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) to the group chat

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon): I do not want to be here Lanik. 

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) left the group chat

April’s idiotic little brother has added Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) to the group chat

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon): Fine. I give up. 

Maggie: Welcome to the group chat, Sam!

Nat👯: Hiijj aramssas

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon): Natalie, why can’t you spell?

Will🙄: Will stole my phone.

Nat👯: asnj she stolw mien

Annoying rich dude: will can't type fyi

Will🙄: Translation: And she stole mine. 

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon): How do we work in the same hospital?

Sharon (my boss): 🤣

Ava: abrams, it’s good you’re here, we need to discuss our plan for the surgery tomorrow

Ava: i made a new group chat with connor, latham, and you Latham: Good idea, Dr. Bekker. Annoying rich dude: ok avey :)

Sarah:🔪🩸🪦

Maggie: ;)

#ava bekker #connor rhodes #jimmy lanik #latham #sam abrams #daniel charles #natalie manning #will halstead #sharon goodwin #maggie lockwood #april sexton #noah sexton #elsa curry #sarah reese #one chicago #chicago med #incorrect chicago med #text message #group chat #ethan choi

[luvsturniolo05]

Hey everyone!! You can call me Iris (maybe I’ll share my real name someday) I’m a big fan of the triplets; have been for about 2 years now. I love coming on here and reading fanfics from all of these amazing writers. Maybe one day I’ll write my own but I’m a little anxious and dyslexic sooo those don’t mix lol. Some things to know about me are

-I’m 18 soon to be 19

- I’m bisexual and my pronouns are she/they

- I’m a Chris girl (it’s hard sometimes to stay a Chris girl lol)

- I love music so much my tops are Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, Gracie Abrams, Clario, Phoebe Bridgers, Cigarettes After Sex, Noah Kahan, TV Girl, Harry Styles, Olivia Rodrigo, and Lizzy McAlpine (Ik that’s a lot but just so you can get my vibe)

- My favorite animal is an otter

- I’m in college for interior design

- I’m very indie in my style

- My favorite season is spring

- My favorite color is green (sage and forest green)

- Favorite Taylor album is folklore

- Favorite YouTubers are ofc the triplets, Jake and Johnnie, Tara Yummy, Kurtis Connor, Danny Gonzalez, Doctor Mike, and Sam and Colby ofc 

I can’t think of anything else to share right now. ( if you want to know more let me know) But I am open to making friends on here and making mutuals; so hit me up 🤍🫶🏻

#chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #taylor swift #sturniolo triplets #sam and colby #tara yummy #jake and johnnie

[aziraphalesbowtie]

artists that i’ve listened to because they were in a show i liked ~

Billie Piper (Rose Tyler, Doctor Who)

she has 2 albums: Honey To The B (1998) and Walk Of Life (2000)

her music sounds similar to the Spice Girls and is perfect if you’re looking for music from that era

my favorite songs: Safe With Me, Something Deep Inside, Honey To The Bee

Aly & AJ (AJ Michalka voiced Catra in She-Ra & The Princesses of Power)

they have 6 albums: Into The Rush (2005), Acoustic Hearts Of Winter (2006), Insomniatic (2007), Ten Years (2018), We Don’t Stop (2020), and a touch of the best gets you up on your feet gets you out and then into the sun (2021)

their earlier music is what you’d expect from child actors that starred in a disney movie (in a good way!) and their newer music is more alternative. they write pretty much all of their songs.

my favorite songs: In A Second, Silence, Potential Breakup Song (explicit version)

Omar Rudberg (Simon Eriksson, Young Royals)

he has one album: OMR (2022)

his music sounds like something you’d want to hear on the radio in the summer. he mostly sings in swedish and spanish, but sometimes his lyrics are in english.

my favorite songs: på min telephone toda la noche, Symphony (a cover), Breathe

Madison Reyes (Julie Molina, Julie & The Phantoms)

she has an EP titled All Kinds Of Love (2022) and released a cover of Selena’s Dreaming Of You in 2021

her songs are all very different from each other, but definitely fit the pop genre

my favorite songs: Dreaming Of You, Te Amo, Main Thing

Kevin McHale (Artie Abrams, Glee)

he has an EP titled Boy (2019)

i’d call the genre “millennial gay pop songs” and i hope he puts out a full album at some point

my favorite songs: Help Me Now, Younger, All I Want Is You

Austin P. McKenzie (dating Kevin McHale; is also an actor but i haven’t watched any of his stuff)

he has 2 albums: Melancholy and Nightshade (2019)

definitely an alternative sound

my favorite song: Crazy Beautiful

Adam Lambert (Elliot “Starchild” Gilbert, Glee)

he has 5 albums: For Your Entertainment and Take One (2009), Trespassing (2012), The Original High (2015), and VELVET (2020)

his music is what i’d call “intense pop”…similar vibes to lady gaga

fun fact: he’s been touring with Queen as lead singer for years!

my favorite songs: Whataya Want From Me, For Your Entertainment, Loverboy

RILEY (Mercedes Jones, Glee)

she has a self-titled EP

her music is r&b

my favorite song: Temporary

Chord Overstreet (Sam Evans, Glee)

he has an EP titled Tree House Tapes as well as many singles

country/alternative

my favorite song: Hold On

Naya Rivera (Santana Lopez, Glee)

she only released one single, Sorry (2013), but i’ve listened to her unreleased music and i really enjoy it (other cast members of Glee have said that they are working on releasing her album)

i’d say her unreleased songs have an r&b sound to them

my favorite song: Think You Slick

#billie piper #doctor who #julie and the phantoms #jatp #madison reyes #glee #kevin mchale #adam lambert #naya rivera #she ra netflix #aly and aj #young royals

[carolina-skies]

“You’re an intern, Kai. Learn not to speak unless spoken to.” -Sam Abrams, resident grouchy doctor.

#sam abrams #i love him i love him i love him #chicago med season 8 spoilers #Chicago med #Chicago med season 8 #my post #http halstead

[lucienvannserra]

I have a feeling this new surgeon is never going to be one of my favorites. I don’t need another arrogant surgeon thank you. That’s Sam Abrams role and he earned it through years of success as a neurosurgeon surgical residents who go behind the other doctors’ backs and perform a procedure that nearly kills them without considering the risks within their first couple weeks of working have not earned that personality trait thank you goodbye

#chicago med

[phantomoftheshoppera]

‘The cephalopod brain is quite different. It’s much more decentralized and seems to have a lot more opportunity for knee-jerk-like responses. Roughly three-fifths of the brain resides not in the central system but in the arms and tentacles. This makes cephalopod arms weirdly independent. Arms and tentacles, at times. seem to be able to make their own “decisions.”’

‘These smart arms are controlled by my brain through a neural link. Nanowires feed directly into my cerebellum, allowing me to use these arms to control fusion reaction in an environment no human hand could enter.’

‘Doctor, if the Artificial Intelligence in the arms is as advanced as you suggest, couldn’t that make you vulnerable to them?’

‘How right you are. Which is why I’ve invented this inhibitor chip to protect my higher brain function. It means I maintain control of these arms, instead of them controlling me.’

‘Truman [a giant Pacific octopus] does have a central brain, wrapped around his esophagus. But it contains only a third of the nerve cells that process his decisions and actions. This fact greatly interests people who work on robotics and who want to know more about distributed intelligence. Where are Truman’s decisions made? Does he have an apical decision making structure, with one neural region in charge and capable of overriding the others? Or does one arm “argue” with the other about how to respond in a crisis?’

Wendy William, Kraken (New York: Abram’s Press, 2010).

Spider-Man 2, dir. by Sam Raimi (Sony Pictures Releasing, 2004).

Image source: The National Aquarium

#spider-man 2 #doctor octopus #Kraken

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Father’s Day Surprise

Pairing: Sam Abrams x Nicole Blake

A/N: This takes place in season 4! Also I have baby fever

Warning: mentions of vomiting, mentions of a hospital setting, mention of needles and blood, mentions of pregnancy

“You’re overreacting. I’m fine,” Nic insisted.

The curtain to the ED room opened and Natalie walked in, tablet in hand. She paused, surprised at who she saw in the room.

“Sam? What are you doing here? Isn’t it your day off?” Natalie asked.

Sam sighed. “It is, but my stubborn wife is sick and won’t admit it.”

“I’m not— I’m fine, Dr. Manning. Really,” Nic brushed it off. “I probably just have a stomach bug or something. I shouldn’t be here.” She pushed off the bed to stand but found her legs buckling underneath her. Natalie rushed forward to catch her, and Nic braced herself on the bed with one hand.

“Nicole, stop being so hardheaded,” Sam told her worriedly.

“I’m just a little tired,” she excused. Natalie helped her back into the bed, noting the redness on her cheeks and neck.

“You’re dehydrated,” Sam told her.

“What’s going on?” Natalie asked them curiously.

“She's been sick the last few days; vomiting, nauseous, exhausted. And this morning I came home from the night shift to find her in the bathroom practically passed out. Brought her straight here, despite the protests,” he explained, giving his wife a pointed look and Nic gave him one back.

Natalie nodded along as she looked through Nic’s chart on the tablet. “I’m glad you brought her in. Nic, you are looking really pale and if you are dehydrated like we suspect then I want to get you on IV fluids.”

“I don’t need all this fuss for what’s probably just a stomach bug. I have a sensitive stomach.” Nic threw her hands up in defeat.

“Even so, we can do a blood test to narrow down what’s making you feel so bad.” Natalie was about to call for a nurse when Nic began to gag.

“Oh god, I’m gonna be sick,” she warned. Sam grabbed the basin sitting on a nearby table and quickly held it in front of her. Nic threw up into it, taking it from his hands. As he held her hair back, Natalie spoke up.

“We’ll get you something to stop the vomiting while we’re at it,” she told them before stepping out into the ED.

When she finally stopped getting sick, Sam handed her a tissue for her to wipe her mouth and he set the basin down. Nic laid back in the bed.

“I’m sorry this is how you have to spend your morning,” Nic apologized, rolling onto her side and facing Sam.

He reached up to brush some strands of hair out of her face. “In sickness and in health, remember? I do. Somehow you’re always sick more often than me.”

She grinned. “It’s a good thing I married a doctor then.”

Sam cracked a smile before reaching over to close the curtain. “Let’s get you into a gown.”

She whined, sitting up as he started to pull off her slippers and socks. “But I hate them!”

“It’s the rules.”

“I’m keeping my bra and underwear on. If Dr. Manning wants me out of them then she has to buy me dinner first. You did.” Sam chuckled as he watched her begin to undress, but she paused. “Sam! Look away!”

“What? You’re my wife. I’ve seen you in less than that.”

“Don’t stare!” Her face grew red. “Face that way! Go stand in the corner.”

Sam shook his head, chuckling, but faced away from her and allowed her to change. Once she was done Nic announced it and Sam opened the curtains.

A few minutes later a nurse stepped into the room, introducing herself as Monique before drawing Nic’s blood.

“Sorry it’s so hard,” Nic apologized. “It gets like that when I’m dehydrated.”

“I told you,” Sam said quietly.

Nic rolled her eyes but Monique smiled. “It’s okay. I’ve dealt with tougher veins.” After drawing the blood, she attached the saline IV to Nic’s hand and hung the bag.

“Which antiemetic is that?” Sam asked as the nurse began to inject the medicine into Nic’s IV.

“Sam,” Nic said tiredly, looking at him. She squeezed his hand. “Please don’t be a doctor right now. I need my husband.”

Taking a breath, he nodded, squeezing her hand back. “Do you need anything? I can get you something from the cafeteria.”

“Let’s wait until we know it won’t be coming back up,” Nic said.

“Get some rest. Dr. Manning will be back when we get the results,” Monique said before leaving the room. She slid the glass door closed, leaving Nic and her husband in the silent room.

“How long will it take to get the blood results?” Nic asked, leaning back in the bed.

“For a suspected stomach bug, probably bottom of the list.”

“Oh lovely.” Nic pulled the covers over herself. “Tell me when they arrive. I’m exhausted. You should get some sleep too.”

“I’ll sleep when we know what’s going on and we’re home,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her head.

It felt like hours but really it was only one. Nic barely slept the whole hour but it was enough to give her some rest, and she was grateful the medicine was working. Sam seemed pleased when she woke up and didn’t feel nauseous. She was even able to tolerate crackers he got from the vending machine.

Natalie gently opened the door to the room and stepped inside, tablet in hand. She closed it behind her, and Nic sat up in the bed. Her and her husband looked at Natalie expectedly.

“Nic, how are you feeling? Your color is coming back,” Natalie said.

“I feel a lot better. I was even able to get a little sleep,” Nic told her.

“Well that’s good.” Natalie looked down at the tablet. “So, I got your blood results back and I know why you’ve been feeling so bad. You’re pregnant, and possibly suffering from hyperemesis gravidarum— an extreme form of morning sickness.”

Sam and Nic both looked at Natalie with surprise and confusion before Nic’s face morphed into concern.

“Hold on, wait, back up a bit.” Nic took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant? No, that can’t be right. Sam– he’s had a vasectomy. I’m on birth control. There’s no way.”

“Are you sure those are the right results?” Sam asked, reaching over to take Nic’s hand. She instinctively squeezed it tightly.

“I am. I didn’t get the wrong labs, Sam,” Natalie assured him. “I can tell this is a bit of a shock for you both. I’ll be outside and let you two process this. Let me know what you want to do and I’ll contact OB for you.” Natalie gave them both a small smile and left the room, closing the door to give them privacy. As soon as they were alone Nic broke down.

“We can get a paternity test. Sam, you have to believe me, I would never cheat. I don’t know how this happened!”

“Hey, breathe,” he said, sitting on the side of the hospital bed. He took her other hand in his and squeezed them. “We’re not getting a paternity test. I trust you, Nic. You’ve never given me a reason not to.” After a few deep breaths she wiped away the tears. “Now we just need to figure out what we want to do.”

“I want it,” she told him quietly. “We always talked about starting a family one day, we just got busy. But I never expected it would be this late.”

“Better late than never, huh?”

“I guess so.” She cracked a smile, and at that Sam smiled too. “Now the only thing is to figure out how this happened.”

“I’ll make an appointment with a urologist, I promise. Do you want to take Natalie’s offer and get OB down here?”

Nic nodded. “I do. I’d really like that.”

“I’ll go let her know.” Sam kissed her head and got up from the bed, stepping outside the nurse’s station where Natalie was, typing on the computer. “Can you call OB down?” He asked her. “Preferably for an ultrasound.”

Natalie nodded, smiling at him. “I’ll page Dr. Patchefsky and have her come down. Congratulations, by the way, Sam.”

“Thanks. Not exactly what I expected on my day off, but… yeah.”

It was another half hour before Dr. Patchefsky was able to come down, and by that time Nic had grown impatient. If it wasn’t for Sam keeping her company she most likely would’ve left already. But they wanted answers, and Patchefsky was able to give those to them.

“Can you tell how far along I am?” Nic asked as the doctor pressed the ultrasound wand to her stomach.

Dr. Patchefsky looked at the screen. “Let me take some measurements and I’ll be able to tell you in a moment.” They waited in anticipation for a response, and Nic squeezed her husband’s hand anxiously. “Based on the measurements you’re about 8 weeks along.”

“That’s about the time I was getting over strep. But still, I’m on the pill, how could I have possibly gotten pregnant?” She asked, looking at Sam.

“Some antibiotics can neutralize the effects of birth control,” Dr. Patchefsky explained.

“Oh, that’s lovely to know… after the fact.” Nic mumbled.

“Everything looks good, I’m not seeing anything worrying,” Dr. Patchefsky said, removing the wand and wiping away the gel. “Dr. Manning told me you were experiencing some morning sickness.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Sam said and Nic smacked his arm.

“I’m going to prescribe you some anti nausea medicine until you can see your regular doctor. Then you can be on your way.”

“Thanks, Olga,” Sam thanked as she shut off the ultrasound.

“I’ll call your prescription down to the pharmacy and you can pick it up on your way out. Congratulations, Sam.” Dr. Patchefsky smiled at them before leaving the room.

Sitting up, Nic took a deep breath and smiled at her husband. “It’s real. Like really real. We’re having a baby.”

“We are.” Sam smiled back and squeezed her hand then pressed a kiss to her head.

“Can you hand me my phone? I want to order us breakfast so we can pick it up on our way home.” He pulled her phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. As Nic unlocked the phone she noticed the date and giggled. “Do you know what today is?”

He thought for a moment, unsure where she was going. “No… Should I?”

“It’s Father’s Day.” Nic laughed softly.

“Is it really?” He asked. “I guess I gotta call my dad then.”

She grinned at him and pulled him close. “Happy Father’s Day, hon.”

Tag List: @hyperionshipping @canongf @the-dark-fae-and-her-fos

#mywriting #otp: from lab partners to life partners #🧠 #pregnancy mention #bad for crow #reblogs are appreciated

[denimbex1986]

'The entire world is gearing up for one of the biggest opening weekends in cinematic history, as Barbie and Oppenheimer are set to go head to head on Friday, July 21st. The two big-budget blockbusters are sure to turn around huge numbers at the box office, with audiences planning their schedules around a double feature of the two contrasting films. As we approach release day, the healthy competition between the two films is only heightening.

Aside from competing with each other, Greta Gerwig and Christopher Nolan are also competing with years of blockbusting films with huge opening weekend numbers. Barbie, in particular, seems to be looking to push its way into the ranks with an intense, all-encompassing campaign that has almost overhyped the film. It’s marketing on a level only comparable to those surrounding films in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Here, we’ve collated a list of the ten biggest opening weekends Barbie and Oppenheimer are looking to surpass next weekend, with box office numbers that push into the billions.

Coming in tenth place is Rian Johnson’s addition to the Star Wars series Star Wars: The Last Jedi was released in the winter of 2017 to Christmas crowds amounting to over $450million, making it the highest-grossing film of the year despite its late release date. Just ahead of it is Sam Raimi’s 2022 film Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. The Benedict Cumberbatch-starring film garnered $452m in its opening weekend.

The only film to make the top ten list directed by a woman, Anna Boden and Ryan Fleck’s Captain Marvel takes the number eight spot. With box office takings of $456m, it only narrowly beats out the Doctor Strange sequel. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2 earned $483m in its opening weekend, securing the number seven spot.

The long-awaited 2015 sequel Jurassic World pushes the numbers firmly over half a billion, with takings of $525m. It’s accompanied by another entry in the Star Wars franchise, J. J. Abrams’ action-packed Star Wars: The Force Awakens. With box office numbers of $528m, the film secures its place in the top five.

The Fate of the Furious, the seventh instalment in the Fast & Furious series, takes the number four spot with an impressive $541m. But the top three spots are all taken by entries to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Spider-Man: No Way Home secures the bronze position with an impressive $600m.

The Avengers dominate the leaderboard, taking second and first place with Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame, respectively. Infinity War generated an impressive $640m, but the takings of its sequel dwarfed that number. Endgame gained an astonishing opening weekend number of $1.22billion.

The list is permeated by long-anticipated sequels and instalments into series beloved by audiences worldwide, with Marvel taking half of the top ten spots. With a big budget, nostalgia–fuelled content, and a marketing campaign like no other, Barbie is well-placed to enter the list.

The 10 biggest movie opening weekends: Avengers: Endgame ($1.22billion) Avengers: Infinity War ($640million) Spider-Man: No Way Home ($600m) The Fate of the Furious ($541m) Star Wars: The Force Awakens ($528m) Jurassic World ($525m) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2 ($483m) Captain Marvel ($456m) Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness ($452m) Star Wars: The Last Jedi ($450m)'

#Oppenheimer #Barbie #Avengers Endgame #Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness #Avengers Infinity War #Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows #Jurassic World #Captain Marvel #Star Wars The Last Jedi #Star Wars The Force Awakens #Spider-Man No Way Home

[sextonsharpwinhalstead]

If they kill off Sam, who's going to be the sarcastic doctor to not give a damn about the drama in the Hospital?!

Crockett.

What am I saying no one can replace Sam Abrams.

This is bullshit ya’ll. 

This is why we can’t have nice things

#chicago med #sam abrams #i really hope he makes it #I also want some sarcastic quip about the medical care he got from the ED doctors

[sofuckingchuffed]

#chmededit #chicagomededit #chicago med #sam abrams #will halstead #one chicago #nick gehlfuss #brennan brown #my gifs #4x14

[sheetsonfire]

Hostage | Part 4 | Final Chapter

Summary: Y/N is a Firefighter at Firehouse 51, they get taken hostage inside the Firehouse with Casey's niece, Violet.

Fandom: Chicago Fire / Chicago PD / Chicago Med

Characters: Reader x Kelly Severide, Sylvie Brett, Stella Kidd, Connor Rhodes, Ethan Choi, Maggie Campbell, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Firehouse 51, Chicago Med.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, injury, medical trauma

Word Count: 3747

This is Part 4 | Here is Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3

A/N: So I'm leaving this fic at this point, for now, I might come back and do a reprise of going home, Kelly caring for you at home, rehab, and so forth. But I'm ready to let this one sleep for a bit. Happy reading!

...

“So, uh, don’t freak out… but can you guys tell me what happened?” You look down at the blanket, fiddling with its hem, not wanting to disappoint them with not being able to remember.

…

Kelly leans closer, soothing with his palm over your arm, watching you with concerned eyes.

Connor reassures you, “Y/N, it’s alright. Let me page Dr. Abrams so he can hear your recounting of events. He’ll be able to assess and confirm what I think we’re looking at.”

You nod at Connor, who pats your leg and leaves to give you a moment. You can’t stop looking at the blanket, afraid of Kelly’s reaction… a gentle brush of fingers on your chin lifts your head to look at him.

You sigh, sipping at some more water. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to stress you out.”

Kelly’s eyes widen, incredulous at your words.

“Stress me out? Honey, please don’t say that. You’ve been through something rough, nobody’s going to be upset with you. Okay?”

You nod, your head hurting with the reality setting in that you had lost a chunk of time, you half wondered if it was for the best that you didn’t remember. You rub at your forehead, willing the ache to go away, dizziness lurking in the back of your skull, your stomach gives a protesting growl. Kelly stands up, placing a palm on your back to ground you, eyeing the stack of pulp bowls next to your bed.

“Connor said this might happen, do you need to vomit?”

You want to give a proper answer, but you can only let out a strained, “K-elly…” as you turn to the side to avoid getting puke on yourself, Kelly’s reflexes don’t fail him as he snatches up a bowl and places it in front of you just as you spit up what little you had inside your body.

There’s movement by the entrance to your room, revealing a concerned Connor and Dr. Abrams.

“Is this the first time you’ve vomited since waking, Y/N?” Dr. Abrams queries, you give a feeble nod. You're leaning into Kelly’s embrace as a nurse, that you hadn’t noticed entering, takes the bowl away for disposal. Your nose hurts from the straining in your face,

The ever stoic Dr. Abrams pulls out his penlight, looking to you for permission, you take a breath, “Let’s get this over with so we can get another round of painkillers going.” You wave him ahead, giving him permission to burn your retinas for the second time today. Kelly retreats to the end of the bed, giving the two doctors room as Connor stands by your other side, just in case you needed anything.

“Okay, talk to me.” A lot of people might find Sam abrasive or uncaring, but if you spent enough time with him, which you had sporadically over the years, it was plain to see he cared very much, but he also liked to keep it as professional as possible. Dealing with neurological issues came with a lot of emotional complications, you knew Sam only wanted the best for his patients.

“I remember Violet, Casey’s niece, coming through the apparatus floor, excited to start the day. I remember those two from The Bridal Shop Fire turning up with guns, I remember how scared Violet was, how pissed off everybody else was because they couldn’t get to us… I remember how hard they yanked at my goddamn hair… and then… it… I don’t know.” Sam takes in your words, Connor had given him a debrief on the way back to your room, so he had a general idea of what events were missing from your recall.

“Well, Y/N… it seems like an unfortunate combination of the trauma to your nose, combined with the oxygen deprivation you experienced when you got to us, that’s called anoxia. Looking at your charts it seems both were mild, perhaps moderate, but nothing that shouldn’t clear up in a few months. Your scans show no bleeding on the brain, nothing that needs surgery or extensive treatment. The best we can do is monitor your progress, manage your pain and other side effects, and see that you get plenty of rest.” Sam waits, arms folded, inviting you to ask any questions you might have.

“Will the memories come back?” You bite your lip, not sure if that’s something you’d ever want.

“It’s possible, but it also might just be something you’re missing for the rest of your life. Head injuries, maxillofacial trauma, traumatic stress… These are all factors that don’t have definitive outcomes. We’ll provide a neuropsychiatrist that can help monitor your recovery, talk to you about how you’re feeling once you’re recovering at home. Anything else you wanna know?”

“No… no, it’s all good. Thanks, Sam. Appreciate it.” He nods, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s good to see you awake, Y/N.” You offer a smile, watching as he leaves.

“Thank you, Sam.” Connor nods gratefully,

“Thanks, Sam.” Kelly pats his back as he walks by, breathing a sigh of relief that nothing too sinister was lurking in your brain.

…

Connor, nurses and even Sharon Goodwin come and go, all checking on your wellbeing. You manage to convince Kelly to go home for a shower, a nap and in the process maybe bring you some of your home comforts upon his return.

In the meantime, you’re on some anti-nausea medication, a good dose of painkillers and you’ve got a carousel of your dearest friends and colleagues coming and going from your room. Will Halstead remains a vigilant protector throughout, distracting you from overthinking or letting the fuzziness consume you; making sure visitors don’t overwhelm you.

…

First up are Sylvie, Casey, Violet, and Chief Boden.

You’ve got your eyes closed, Will is reading you a game report from the Bulls game you missed, you’re in the middle of a rant about recent team decisions when there’s a soft knock on the doorframe. You crack an eye open, breaking into as good a smile as you can manage with your messed up face.

“Hey!” You murmur happily, greeting familiar and welcome faces, squeezing Will’s arm in thanks as he stands to make room for your guests, moving to wait outside.

“Hey.” Sylvie is already on the verge of tears as soon she sets eyes on you, which sets you going pretty quickly too. You lift your arm as best you can and bring her in for a hug, kissing her cheek.

“It’s okay, I’m okay. I gather from Kelly that I have you to thank for seeing me through to Med.”

“I wish I could have done more, Y/N, it was everything at once-”

“Shh, I know, they told me how messed up I was. You did everything you could have, you and Kelly, Connor, and the rest of this place… I’m damn lucky.”

“I’m so relieved you’re still here.” Sylvie and you stay in a prolonged embrace, your eyes closed again with the comfort that your friends had moved mountains to keep you with them.

After a while you release Sylvie from your grip, still holding her hand as she sits by you, you turn to Casey, Violet, and Chief who have waited patiently for their turn.

Casey places a gentle hand on your shoulder, his eyes are brimming with tears too and it makes you laugh tearfully,

“I am going to need another round of fluids if I keep crying.”

You make your Captain chuckle, he shakes his head in disbelief, taking in the sight of your battered body,

“You were one of the most selfless, courageous, and intelligent people I had ever worked with before all of this, now…it's way beyond that, I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you.”

You shake your head, waving his praise away,

“Any of us would have done it, Captain. I am so glad to be here with the best of friends I could have hoped for, and I am even more grateful that this beautiful and brave young woman saved my life.”

You turn to Violet who has been standing shyly next to Matt’s side, you wiggle your fingers out and invite her to come closer, to hold your hand. Matt looks on proudly, fondly, as you bring Violet in for a hug, unsurprisingly the both of you are crying in your shared trauma.

“You did so well, honey. Everyone has told me that you saved me, and I am going to owe you something big when I can get out of here.” Violet is mindful of your injuries but stays holding on to you for a little longer, letting herself see that you were going to be okay, in time.

“I am so glad you’re alright, Y/N”

“Me too, kiddo. Me too. I'm glad you're okay.”

Casey says his goodbyes with Violet, due to return her back to her mom this afternoon. Leaving you with Sylvie and the last of this particular group. The Chief.

He comes to sit down where Casey and Violet had been, leaning forward to take your hand, you sigh with a wistful smile.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?”

“Better, Chief. Might not be any use to Truck for a little bit, but I’ll be okay.”

He smiles sympathetically, shaking his head.

“I wish I could have done more for you, Y/N, I’m just glad to see you here with us. And you take as long as you need, we could use you in the bullpen when you’re ready.”

“Chief, Kelly told me what you did, you did everything you should have and could have for me and Violet. I don’t want you to blame yourself for a second longer, alright? And if you want me to hang out in the bullpen and take some work off your hands, I’d be happy to.”

Chief Boden looks down, letting out a pensive breath.

“I love you all like you’re my own flesh and blood, I am so very glad I didn’t lose you, Y/N.”

“And I’m glad I didn’t lose you and the others, Chief. I’m nowhere near done with my time at Fifty-One.”

“That is a relief to hear. That house will always be yours.”

Will pops his head back in, notifying you that Mouch, Joe, Herrmann, and Cindy had turned up. At that, Sylvie and Chief say their goodbyes with promises to check in later; the others file into your room, Cindy holding Tupperware that may or may not include lunch for you.

"Mouchy, hey… Herrmyherm, Cindy, and my man Joe…" You give Joe a fist bump, he looks worried,

"Don't give me that look, Cruz. I'm all good, see?" You gesture to yourself with a wince as your ribs object to the movement.

"Oh yeah, perfect condition." He raises his eyebrows, producing something from a bag he was carrying. Your eyes widen in recognition.

"Otis' Battlestar blanket?"

He nods, and you take it with a touched expression.

"Joe, this is the sacred blanket, thanks, man…I love this thing, so fluffy."

"He would have wanted you to be comfortable here."

"Yeah, I'm sure he would…I miss that nerd."

The five of you start laughing, thinking affectionately of Otis. Giving Joe a half-armed hug as he moves away to let Cindy and Herrmann in on one side, Mouch sitting on the other this time.

Cindy's next with her presentation,

"Hey sweetie, I've made you some of that stew you like, and I made a few baby apple pies." You groan at the sight of the prepared goods, you were pretty dang hungry by now. You kiss Cindy's cheek, she was always like a mother to everyone, and you were so grateful she was looking out for you the best way she could.

"Cindy, that's so sweet of you, thank you. Saving me from hospital garbage.”

"Of course, these boys have been in hospital enough times for me to know to bring supplies." You giggle, wondering how the poor woman copes with the chaos of her own husband and children, let alone with all of you.

Herrmann trades places with Cindy, stroking your forehead which you lean into, eyes closed again. Letting him soothe the tension in your forehead.

"How's it going, kid?"

"Better… glad to see your old face one more time."

"Hey hey, watch it with the old, you can kiss goodbye to your 10% discount at Molly's"

You giggle, holding onto Herrmann's arm, leaning into him. He was the closest you had to a father figure after Boden.

"Come on, Herrmann, you know you're gonna give me at least 15%, I'm a wounded gal."

"We can negotiate, I'm sure." He winks, patting your hand as Mouch coughs to get your attention. Your turn with a half managed grin,

"Mouchy, I'm not going to leave you out buddy."

"Oh, I know you wouldn't. But I thought you might want to check out my get well gift."

"If I had known it would get me a second Christmas, I'd have got shot sooner."

Christopher playfully smacks you upside the head with a featherlight touch,

"Joke! I'm joking."

"You better be."

"Alright, let's see what this is, Mouch."

It's a small scrapbook,

"Trudy is the one who made it happen really, she thought it'd cheer you up."

Your whole body starts to vibrate with laughter, grimacing with each judder but you can't help yourself. Page after page of printed out "dirt" Trudy had compiled over the years. Embarrassing photos of everyone from CFD, CPD, and Med.

You're almost breathless between laughing and coughing, making the monitor catch Will's attention, he comes into the room with worried haste.

"Hey, calm it down, take a breath." His warm hand is on your back, helping you breathe in and out carefully.

You giggle sporadically, "Holy shit…"

Herrmann looks to Mouch who looks to you apologetically,

"Sorry, Y/N, I should have thought-"

"No...no, it's okay… this is amazing. Worth...the coughing fit…"

Will is satisfied you've calmed enough, waiting as you wrap up this particular visit, coming back once everyone has said their goodbyes. This time with Jay.

“Look who I found lurking in the hall.”

“I was not lurking, I was looking for her room.”

You snort, giving Jay a wave. “Hey, buddy.”

Jay and Will might as well be your actual brothers, the way they squabble and look out for you in equal measure.

“How’s my favourite firefighter? I brought you something.” He waves something in his hand, you realise it’s a thick book.

“Oh? What’s this?” You try to sit up, Will reaches forward to steady you.

“Well…” Jay starts, sitting down next to you.

“We were talking about famous detectives last week, and I thought what better way to pass the time than reading about some old fictional British detective?”

“You got me Sherlock Holmes?”

“I sure did.”

“Sweet. This thing is huge.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it. The price reflected it.”

Will smacks Jay’s head, getting a laugh out of you.

“But I guess getting shot is a worthy cause.”

You shake your head, but still, you’re laughing, “Glad you think so. I really appreciate it, Jay. Thank you.”

“It’s no sweat, anything for my favourite not-sister.”

“Well, he’s got me there. You’re my favourite Halstead.” It’s Will’s turn to tease Jay, and you can only sit amused and feeling dopy on your painkillers.

Your eyes are drooping, it was late afternoon now, you had sat happily eating Cindy's stew and pie, listening to Jay read to you. Your body was starting to ache from being in a fixed position, but you couldn't really do much in the way of moving yet either.

Jay had been reading for at least 30 minutes, commenting here and there, with “How easily impressed is this dude?” “How could he possibly know that…”

He’s about to start another chapter when you pipe up from your silence. Jay puts the book down, giving you his attention, but it’s Will you turn to.

"Will…?" You murmur, feeling a dull throb in your thigh. "Yeah, Y/N?" Will looks up from his iPad,

"Did I get shot?" Your eyes are somewhat glazed over, all you can think about is your leg, but you have trouble tracking what happened. Jay’s expression changes to concern, but Will glances at him as if to say “It’s okay, don't worry.”

Will turns back to you. "Yes, Y/N, you did. Do you remember why?"

"Someone...someone was angry at me… the brothers… oh yeah, the Bridal Shop...yeah…"

Will was worried for you, but he tried to reason with himself that this was typical for someone in your condition. The more exhausted you were in this state, the more jumbled your thoughts could be.

He leans forward, stroking your arm softly. "Why don't you get some sleep, sweetheart. We’ll be right here, and Kelly will be back soon."

You nod, humming as Will helps you settle in a comfortable enough position, pulling Otis' blanket right over you.

“G’night Halsteads.”

Sleep finds you swiftly.

…

You wake to gentle fingers on your face, eyes fluttering open with a small yawn, as you meet Kelly’s soft smile with your own.

“Hey, handsome.” You whisper, reaching to stroke his face, feeling the rough stubble on his jaw.

“Hey, baby. How’re you feeling?” He leans in, kissing you slowly, you hum happily leaning into it as best you can with the nose splint.

“Okay… sore, a bit fuzzy, I forgot that I was shot earlier… but then I remembered why, weird.” He kisses you again, looking at you sympathetically, a hand comes to soothe through your extremely messed up hair.

“Connor said it would happen. Will was with you, yeah?”

“Yeah, he was. Jay was here too, he read Sherlock Holmes to me. They've been really good. Nothing to worry about. I had a whole bunch of visitors…”

He grins, nodding to the various bits around the room, tugging on Otis’ blanket that’s draped over you.

“I can tell, quite the fanbase you’ve got, huh?”

“What can I say, I’m just a treat.”

“Mhm, that you are.” Kelly winks and you roll your eyes, but still very much enjoying the flirtation.

“Dude, on her sickbed…” It’s Stella’s voice that catches your attention, you giggle.

Kelly shrugs nonchalantly, he is never shy about how much he adores you. He smiles at the both of you, taking a seat to the side so you can both catch up. Taking the time to reply to some messages.

“Hey, Stell.” You are so happy to see her, there’s something about Stella that instantly makes you feel like things are gonna be alright.

“You scared the crap out of me, girl.” She looks shaken, and you waste no time in bringing her in for a hug.

“My bad… I’m so glad to see you.” You squeeze her tight, once again so grateful to be alive and with your favourite people.

“I am glad to see you, but I am not glad to see that hair, nuh-uh. I promised you when you were taking a big morphine nap that I'd fix it. Good thing I brought tools…”

You laugh as she produces a bag full of different brushes, combs, and hair products.

Kelly watches fondly as Stella gently detangles your hair and starts slowly working through with a brush.

“That smells amazing, Stella. What is that?”

“Cherry and Almond, leave-in conditioner, s’good stuff. Keeps the curls fresh.”

You hum, acknowledging the statement but you’re beginning to zone out as you let Stella take care of you, eyes closing happily, Kelly leans forward and strokes your wrist, rubbing soft circles over your pulse point.

…

When you wake up again Stella is gone, you frown.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.”

“Was I out for that long?”

“Stella finished your hair about an hour or so ago, and then she thought she’d let you get some rest. She’ll come back tomorrow after shift.”

You nod, yawning, wincing as it pinches your nose.

“You good?” Kelly queries.

You nod, still a bit groggy from your nap. “I miss you.”

He laughs. “I’m right here, baby.”

You pout, “I know that but I can’t move, I can’t hold you properly, I’m getting restless… and I’m worried about your back in that chair.”

“Excuse me, I am the poster boy for good health.”

You raise your eyebrows, “Babe, as much as I want to believe that, those damn chairs can do a number on anyone. Even you, Lieutenant.”

“Guess I better get in bed then, hm?” You giggle at his suggestion, but realise he is not at all joking,

“What? No way are we fitting on this bed together.”

“I’m trained to fit into tight spaces, honey. You of all people should know that.”

Your cheeks rush with pink as he teases, even in this environment with the state you’re in, he manages to make you squirm.

“I do… I do…” You murmur, not really able to do much in the way of helping him shimmy onto the bed.

“You good?” He checks he hasn’t knocked you somehow, managing to avoid wires and tubes and get into the small space that was next to you.

You sigh with relief, as much as you were unsure about it, now that Kelly was in bed with you you felt instantly at ease. Curling an arm around him as best you could as he brings one behind your back to hold you close.

Kelly leans his head against yours, finally allowing you to turn and half-plant a kiss in his hair, wishing you could nuzzle into him with your nose. You just let yourself be held, melting into him as you listen to the steady thud of his heart. Your fingers absentmindedly draw circles on his abdomen. Kelly smiles, kissing your forehead, looking forward to when he can take care of you at home, where you can be totally relaxed with familiar surroundings.

...

Fin.

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#kelly severide #kelly severide x reader #one chicago #chicago med #chicago fire #hostage

[ilariyalavorowrites]

Delirious Happy Endings (Part two)

Imagine: Imagine being in a coma in which you live out the perfect life which is influenced by the message you left on Connor Rhodes’s voicemail finally admitting the true depths of your feelings during which a car collides with your parked car which results in the coma.

Warnings: Car Accident, Blood, Hospitalisation, Coma induced fantasies, angst with happy ending

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Word count: 1,020 words

Universe: Chicago Med

Reader gender: Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

Part 2 of 4

Previous / Next

The hands adorning the clock face ticked by at an agonisingly slow pace. Each minute felt like an hour, each hour felt like a day and a day felt like a lifetime has passed you by. Being on the other side felt bizarre. For a moment, the thought that you were still trapped in another dream crossed your mind but it was dashed as soon as a familiar face entered your room.

The mere sight of Maggie was both a welcomed one, along with a cold shower of reality raining down. This was the real world. You were single, Connor was gone, left to ventures unknown. This was the dream that your mind had cobbled together giving you what you wished had been possible. A happy, fulfilled healthy relationship with someone who had never truly seen you beyond an escape.

It was time to accept the truth that Connor Rhodes was never coming back, especially not for you. You had never been the one nor had he had the one that got away. There had never been anything there to begin with. Your crush had simply spiralled out of control, this was literally your wake up call. 

Maggie had long since left, you were again alone with just your thoughts. You’d had a number of visitors throughout the day, both friends and colleagues alike. All happy to see that you were awake. Various doctors had in and out of the room, poked and prodded you whilst carrying out the necessary tests to gauge how you were recovering and the likely extend of the damage that might have been levelled your way before you had awoken.

All in all, it had been a rather sobering experience. You were not the ideal patient, regardless of the medical stored within your brain. You doubted that you’d be trapped in this tiny room for much longer as neurologically speaking you were relatively sound. There did not appear to be lasting damage to your cognition or memory. However Dr Abrams, Sam was not ready to sign off on you just yet.

You could fully understand his hesitation, he was one for taking unnecessary risks especially when it came to cases of possibility of traumatic brain injuries. He had been professional throughout his examination with his own brand of blunt honesty that you loved to see in action. You hadn’t expected him to come to see you in this capacity, given your on-going working relationship as mentor and mentee. This warmed your heart. This was a man who rarely showed any part of himself, who kept the line between personal and professional clearly visible at all times. His guard had been temporarily lowered in the wake of the accident.

“I’m happy to see that you are both awake and doing well, I can’t lose my best student. All the time training you would have gone to waste. This world needs more neurologists” He had quipped with a twinkle in his eye and a bone dry humour that most would not get before he left the room to continue on rounds.

It had brought a tear to your eye and nearly caused you to rip a few stitches when you had burst out laughing. That man was unlike any other doctor that you’d worked under before. It had lifted your spirits momentarily but your mind kept torturing itself by wandering back to elusive Dr Rhodes.

Your eyes had been fully opened, allowing you to process each and every decision you had made up until and including the moments before that car had slammed into your own. It had instrumental, becoming a tool to kickstart your future. One that didn’t include nights moping around your flat, waiting for Mr Right to enter your life. You shouldn’t be the one left at the wayside, simply waiting for a sign, for a text or a call to come shooting out of the blue. You deserved more than that. 

It was time to move on, live your life to fullest and find someone who could truly make you happy. Someone that you looked forward to coming home to at the end of each and every day. You could faintly make out the voice of your nurse in the hallway outside your room as she spoke to someone..

“Visiting hours are almost over, I’ll check to see if she is happy to see you. She’d had a barrage of tests, I don’t doubt it’s taken it out of her. I’ll be right back” Her warm bubbly nature bleeding through into the words. She had been doing the job long but she was keen and trying to do what was best for her patients. She had twigged you as the younger version of April or Maggie, with time and experience she would grow into a nurse that any doctor could rely on without a shadow of a doubt in any given situation. The door creaked open.

She poked her head around the now open doorway, Her dark red locks bouncing around, given her innocence that made you smile, whilst at the same time make you feel a tad older than you already were. “Would you be up for one more visitor?” She politely asked, never disclosing their name.

You stiffly nodded, curious at the identity of whoever waited in the hallway. As quickly as she appeared, she pulled herself out of your room and back out in the corridor. 

“You won’t have long, twenty to thirty minutes tops” You heard her speak, muffled by the wall between the two of you. The sound of shoes clicking against the laminated floor as she walked towards the nurse’s station at the other end of the ward then there was silence. As you waited for your visitor to make their presence known. It was the longest few minutes you had experienced in the last few days. It was tortuous but you waited lifting our gaze, staring at the entrance. Almost willing it to open, to reveal themselves.

The door handle depressed, as it was pushed down before the door creaked open as it was pushed inwards.

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