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Ive enjoyed your POTS fics... I was wondering if maybe you'd write one where the Halstead sister reader is out at Mollys with Connor and her brothers and she collapses. She doesn't have POTS but they figure out after that she has Long QT syndrome. Her heart stops and they have to get the AED and do compressions. Fluffy ending when she wakes up at Med and comforting her when she learns she needs an ICD.

Heartbeats of Love

Summary: After collapsing at Molly’s, Y/N is rushed to Med, where it’s discovered she has Long QT Syndrome. With her heart stopping, her brothers and Connor work quickly to save her, and Connor stays by her side through the ordeal. As she learns she’ll need an ICD to regulate her heartbeat, the love and support from Connor and her brothers help her face the situation with strength.

It was a typical night at Molly’s, the chatter and clinking of glasses filling the air as the Halstead siblings—Jay, Will, and their sister Y/N—sat at their usual booth, laughing about the most recent case at the hospital. Connor had joined them after his shift, and they’d been catching up for hours. It was nice, easy-going, with everyone relaxed, happy, and enjoying each other’s company.

Y/N hadn’t been feeling 100% that day, but she didn’t want to ruin the night, so she pushed through it. She laughed along with her brothers’ jokes and shared a few of her own, but there was an uncomfortable tightness in her chest she couldn’t shake. It felt like a slow, creeping weight, and she couldn’t quite explain why she felt off. She glanced at Connor, who was talking to Will, and decided it was nothing. Maybe just exhaustion, she thought. It had been a long week.

But then it hit her. She felt dizzy all of a sudden, her vision blurring for a split second. She blinked, trying to refocus, but it was like the world around her was spinning. Before she could even register what was happening, her body collapsed forward, hitting the table before crumpling to the floor.

“Y/N!” Connor shouted, leaping from his seat as everyone around them froze. The room was silent for a moment, only the clatter of her fall echoing through the space.

Jay and Will were on their feet in an instant, rushing to her side. Will’s medical training kicked in, and he immediately started checking for a pulse. “She’s not breathing,” he muttered urgently, his fingers moving quickly along her neck.

Connor dropped to his knees beside Y/N, panic flooding his chest. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, feeling for any sign of life. But nothing. His heart pounded in his ears, his body moving on instinct as he helped Will shift her to the floor to start compressions.

“Jay, get the AED!” Will called out as he began CPR.

Jay darted to the bar, grabbing the defibrillator and sprinting back. By the time he returned, Connor was doing chest compressions, each one a desperate plea for her to wake up. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but there was no time to think. There was no time for panic. His hand trembled as he helped move Y/N’s shirt so the pads could be placed on her chest. “Clear!” Will called, and they shocked her once.

The room felt like it was holding its breath. The entire bar was still, everyone standing in stunned silence as Connor watched the monitor, hoping, praying for any sign of life.

The second shock did the trick. Her heart flickered back to life, and she gasped for air. She coughed weakly, her eyelids fluttering as she began to regain consciousness. Her head was heavy, disoriented, but the voices around her—Connor, Will, Jay—pulled her back into reality.

“Y/N?” Connor’s voice was shaky, but relief filled his features when he saw her eyes opening. His hands were on her face, brushing her hair away as he gently spoke, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

She tried to sit up, but Connor held her gently, not letting her move too much. “What happened?” she mumbled, her voice hoarse.

Will was already on the phone with the emergency team. “She collapsed, Y/N. You stopped breathing. We had to do compressions.”

Y/N’s face twisted in confusion. “I—I’m fine. What’s going on?” Her heartbeat was erratic, and the dizziness was starting to return, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. She felt embarrassed, surrounded by her brothers and Connor. It wasn’t how she imagined the night going.

“We’re taking you to Med,” Connor said softly, his voice filled with concern. “You’re okay now, but we’re getting you checked out. Just… don’t fight me on this.”

By the time the ambulance arrived, Y/N was in a haze of exhaustion, her body feeling weak. Connor stayed by her side, holding her hand as they made their way to Med. Will and Jay had joined them, both making sure everything was in order and doing what they could to support her.

At the hospital, Y/N was hooked up to all sorts of monitors. She felt a little silly for causing such a scene, but the fear in her brothers’ eyes made her realize how serious it had been. It wasn’t just the collapse that scared them—it was the fact that she had stopped breathing. Connor had stayed close to her side, never letting go of her hand, constantly reassuring her that everything would be okay.

After a series of tests, they discovered the underlying issue: Long QT Syndrome. Her heart had stopped because her electrical system was misfiring, and her heart rate had dropped dangerously low.

“Y/N,” Will said, his voice gentle but serious, “We’re going to have to implant an ICD. It’s a small device that helps regulate your heartbeat if it starts to go too low again. You’re lucky you didn’t go into cardiac arrest.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. She hadn’t expected something so serious. But Connor, ever the steady force, gave her hand a squeeze. “Hey,” he whispered, looking into her eyes, “We’re going to handle this. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

The warmth in his voice was like a balm to her soul. He wasn’t leaving her side. And her brothers—Will, Jay—they were right there too, making sure she didn’t feel alone.

She nodded slowly, her mind still spinning, but the love and support surrounding her was a comfort she hadn’t expected. As she leaned back in the bed, Connor leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You’re going to be okay. We’ll get through this together.”

When the procedure was scheduled for later that week, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. But Connor’s constant presence, his unwavering support, kept her grounded.

As the days passed, Y/N’s confidence grew. Knowing that Connor and her brothers were in her corner made the reality of needing an ICD feel less daunting. It wasn’t a simple fix, but with them by her side, it seemed like something she could face head-on.

When she finally woke up from the procedure, the first face she saw was Connor’s, smiling at her with that familiar warmth. He leaned down to kiss her softly, his voice filled with pride. “You did great, sweetheart.”

And as she looked around, seeing her brothers there, supporting her without hesitation, Y/N felt truly blessed. Her heart may have been a little broken, but it was mending, piece by piece, with the love of her family.

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Hey hun I hope you are doing okay ❤️ I would love if we looked into the past of Connor’s wife’s college days.

Maybe she meets up with a few friends she hasn’t seen in awhile at Mollys. Connor her brothers and her friends chat and have drinks while reminiscing on the past. Memories from girls vacations, nights out, hanging out

Some shenanigans her friends bring up Will and Jay didn’t even know about🤣

A blast from the past

Summary: Y/N reunites with her college friends at Molly’s, where they reminisce about wild adventures and heartfelt memories, much to the surprise and amusement of Connor, Will, and Jay, who learn more about her fearless and fun college days.

It was a crisp Friday evening, and Molly’s was alive with the hum of chatter and clinking glasses. Connor leaned against the bar, casually sipping a beer, while Y/N greeted a group of women at the door. Her excitement was palpable, her laughter bubbling over as she hugged each of her old college friends.

Connor watched her with a soft smile, a familiar warmth spreading through him. She’d told him all about these women, about the late-night study sessions that turned into dance parties, the spring break trips full of chaos and memories, and the way they’d been like family during her college years.

Will and Jay sat at a table nearby, their own beers in hand. Jay glanced over at the lively group gathering by the door. “You ever meet any of these college friends of hers?” he asked Will.

Will shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Nope, but I bet we’re about to hear some stories she never shared with us.”

Connor chuckled, setting his beer down as Y/N led her friends over to their table. “Guys,” she began, her voice brimming with enthusiasm, “these are my college partners-in-crime: Mia, Lauren, and Kat. And this is my husband, Connor, and my brothers, Will and Jay.”

The introductions were quick, and soon, everyone settled into an easy rhythm. Stories started flowing, fueled by nostalgia and a couple of drinks.

“So, Y/N,” Kat said, her grin mischievous, “do your brothers know about that night in New Orleans?”

Connor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What night in New Orleans?”

Y/N groaned, her cheeks flushing. “Oh, come on, Kat, you can’t bring that up here.”

Jay leaned forward, grinning. “No, no, we need to hear this now.”

Kat laughed. “Fine, fine. We were on spring break, and Y/N here decided she could outdrink some frat guys at a bar. She won, of course, but let’s just say she didn’t exactly walk out of that bar.”

Will burst out laughing, his eyes wide. “Are you telling me Y/N was carried out of a bar during spring break?”

“Carried? More like paraded,” Lauren added with a laugh. “The bartender gave her a crown for ‘Most Fearless.’”

Y/N buried her face in her hands. “I can’t believe you guys are telling them this.”

Connor wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his laughter soft in her ear. “Fearless, huh? I love learning new things about you.”

Mia chimed in next. “Oh, and what about that time she was convinced she could ride a scooter through campus in the rain? She crashed into the dean’s flower bed.”

Jay nearly spit out his drink. “You what?”

Y/N threw her hands up in surrender. “Okay, yes, I made some questionable choices, but I survived college, didn’t I?”

The table erupted into laughter, and even Y/N couldn’t help but join in.

As the night went on, the stories shifted to more sentimental memories—late-night talks about their dreams, the times they leaned on each other through heartbreaks and stress, and the bond they shared that hadn’t faded over the years.

Connor sat quietly, taking it all in. He loved seeing this side of her, the vibrant, adventurous spirit she’d always had. When Mia teased him about being “Mr. Perfect,” he just smiled and kissed Y/N’s temple. “She’s the one who’s perfect,” he said, earning a chorus of “aww”s from her friends.

By the time the night ended, the group was filled with laughter, love, and a renewed connection. As they stepped out of Molly’s, Y/N leaned into Connor’s side, her fingers laced with his.

“Thanks for letting me drag you into this chaos,” she said softly.

He kissed the top of her head. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, sweetheart.”

And as they walked into the Chicago night, Connor knew he’d just gained a whole new appreciation for the woman he loved.

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What would a date night look like? Like getting ready for a gala and being at the event ❤️

A Night to Remember

Summary: Connor and Y/N attend a glamorous hospital gala, sharing sweet moments and quiet love as they enjoy the evening together, reminding them of the strength of their bond amidst life’s chaos.

The evening had an electric charge in the air, as though the city itself knew that tonight was special. Y/N stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, fastening the clasp on a delicate necklace that Connor had gifted her on their first anniversary. She was dressed in a flowing emerald gown that hugged her in all the right places, the color bringing out the brightness in her eyes. Her hair was styled elegantly, with a few loose tendrils framing her face.

Connor leaned casually against the doorframe, already dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. His tie was slightly askew, but he didn’t seem to notice—his focus was entirely on her. His gaze softened, admiration evident as he watched her apply the finishing touches to her makeup.

“You take my breath away every single time, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and filled with awe.

Y/N glanced at him through the mirror, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “You’re not too bad yourself, Con. But you might want to fix your tie before we leave.”

Connor chuckled, stepping forward. “Why bother when I’ve got you to fix it for me?”

Shaking her head, she turned to face him, smoothing the tie into place with practiced ease. Her fingers lingered on the fabric as she looked up at him. “Perfect,” she said softly.

“Not yet,” Connor replied, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But we’re getting there.”

They shared a quiet moment, the kind of silence that spoke volumes. Then, with a kiss pressed to her temple, Connor offered her his arm. “Shall we, my lady?”

The gala was in full swing by the time they arrived at the grand ballroom. The venue was all glittering chandeliers, soft music from a live orchestra, and the hum of conversation among doctors, benefactors, and hospital staff. Y/N and Connor were greeted warmly by colleagues and friends as they made their way inside.

“You two look stunning,” one of Connor’s surgical residents commented, eyeing Y/N’s dress. “Dr. Rhodes, you’re one lucky man.”

Connor smirked, his hand resting lightly on Y/N’s lower back. “Don’t I know it.”

The evening unfolded like a dream. They mingled, laughed with friends, and enjoyed a gourmet meal as the orchestra played softly in the background. Connor, ever the gentleman, kept her glass filled with sparkling water, knowing she wanted to avoid wine with her medications. He even stole a dance with her after dinner, guiding her effortlessly across the dance floor.

“You know,” Y/N said, her voice teasing as she looked up at him mid-spin, “I didn’t realize you were such a good dancer.”

Connor leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “I have my moments. Besides, I have a pretty incredible partner.”

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of conversation, laughter, and stolen moments just for them. At one point, Connor noticed Y/N’s energy beginning to wane—her POTS often left her feeling drained by the end of the day. Without making a fuss, he guided her to a quieter corner, grabbing her a chair and a glass of water.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked gently, his hand brushing against hers.

“I’m fine,” she reassured him, though her smile was tinged with fatigue. “Just needed a little break.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “We can head out anytime you’re ready.”

“No, I’m good,” she said, squeezing his hand. “This night is perfect, Con. I don’t want to miss a second of it.”

As the gala began to wind down, Connor and Y/N stepped outside into the crisp night air. Snowflakes were beginning to fall, dusting the city in a delicate white layer. Connor shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her close as they waited for their car.

“Thank you for tonight,” she murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder. “It was exactly what I needed.”

Connor pressed a kiss to her hair. “Me too, sweetheart. And for the record, I’m already counting down to our next date night.”

They shared a quiet laugh as the car pulled up, the snow falling around them like something out of a fairytale. It was a night they wouldn’t soon forget—a reminder of love, partnership, and the joy of simply being together.

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I imagine Conor’s wife being in her late 20s. Considering her condition do you think he would be ok with her going to concerts with her friends? If he is maybe she shows up at work before heading out with her friends. 🥺

A Night Out with Peace of Mind

Summary: Connor feels reassured when Y/N visits him before heading to a concert with friends, knowing she’s taking precautions for her POTS.

Connor glanced at the clock in his office. He knew tonight was the concert Y/N had been talking about for weeks. She was excited to see her favorite band, but her POTS always added a layer of concern to activities like this. He trusted her to take care of herself, but that didn’t stop his mind from running through worst-case scenarios.

A light knock on his office door pulled him from his thoughts. He turned to see Y/N, dressed in a casual yet concert-ready outfit, smiling softly as she stepped in. Her golden retriever, Charlie, stayed by her side as always.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted, leaning against the doorframe. “I thought I’d stop by before heading out. I know how you worry.”

Connor’s lips curved into a small smile as he stood and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “I do worry, but I trust you. Still, I’m glad you came by.”

“I thought it’d help both of us,” she admitted, leaning into his chest. “I’ve been hydrating all day, and I’ve got compression socks on under these jeans. Plus, Sarah and Emma know the drill if anything happens. I feel good tonight.”

Connor pulled back slightly, studying her face for any signs of fatigue or dizziness. “And if you start to feel even a little off?”

“I promise I’ll sit down or leave if I need to,” she assured him. “I’ve got my meds, water, snacks… everything.”

Connor nodded, though the protective side of him still wrestled with the idea. “Alright,” he relented. “But text me when you get there and when you leave. And if you feel anything—”

“I’ll call you immediately,” she finished for him, smiling. “I’ve got it, Connor.”

He kissed her forehead. “You better. Have fun, okay?”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

As she left, Connor returned to his desk, feeling slightly more at ease. Y/N knew her limits and had taken every precaution, and seeing her beforehand had given them both the comfort they needed. Still, he kept his phone close for the rest of his shift—just in case.

I feel like he’d be the sweetest about this all he knows how much her independence means to her, so she take the lead but he just want to keep her safe 🫶🏻🥹

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How would have Connor proposed?

The perfect proposal

Summary: Connor proposed to Y/N at home after getting her brothers’ blessing, creating an intimate moment with their golden retriever, Charlie, by their side.

Connor had been planning this for weeks, and everything had to be perfect. But before he could move forward, there was one thing he needed to do first: talk to her brothers.

He didn’t take the task lightly. He knew how protective Will and Jay were of Y/N, and he wanted to honor their bond by asking for their blessing.

One Saturday morning, he invited them both to his apartment under the guise of watching a game together. It wasn’t long before Connor shifted uncomfortably in his seat, causing Jay to raise an eyebrow.

“What’s on your mind, Rhodes?” Jay asked, his tone light but sharp enough to signal he’d already figured something was up.

Connor took a deep breath and straightened. “I want to ask Y/N to marry me,” he said, his voice steady but earnest. “But before I do, I wanted to come to both of you first. You’re her brothers, and I respect how much she loves and trusts you. I’d like your blessing to make her my wife.”

Jay and Will exchanged a look. For a moment, Connor felt the weight of the silence.

“Do you love her?” Will finally asked, leaning forward slightly.

“More than anything,” Connor said without hesitation. “She’s the best part of my life. I promise I’ll do everything I can to make her happy and keep her safe.”

Jay studied him carefully before a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Alright, Rhodes. You’ve got my blessing. But if you mess this up…”

“I won’t,” Connor said firmly.

Will grinned. “Then it’s a yes from me too. She deserves someone who sees how incredible she is. And, let’s face it, she’s lucky you can handle her stubborn streak.”

Connor laughed, relief flooding his chest. “Thank you. Both of you.”

The proposal itself was simple but deeply personal. Connor knew Y/N didn’t want anything flashy. Instead, he planned a quiet evening at home, the same place they had built so many memories together.

He cooked her favorite meal and set up the dining table with candles and fresh flowers. As they ate, they talked about everything and nothing, the kind of easy conversation that always came naturally to them.

After dinner, Connor led her to the living room, where Charlie, their golden retriever, was waiting with a ribbon tied around his neck.

“What’s this?” Y/N asked with a laugh, bending down to pet Charlie.

Connor reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small velvet box.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice soft but steady. She turned to face him, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening.

“You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met,” he said, taking her hand. “You make every day better just by being in it. I love you more than words can say, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

He got down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a simple but stunning diamond ring.

“Will you marry me?”

Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded quickly. “Yes! Of course, yes!”

Connor slipped the ring onto her finger, standing to pull her into his arms. Charlie barked happily, wagging his tail, as if he understood the importance of the moment.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, Connor whispered, “Your brothers said yes too, by the way.”

Y/N laughed through her tears, shaking her head. “Of course they did. They love you almost as much as I do.”

Connor smiled, holding her close. “Almost,” he teased, brushing a kiss against her forehead. “But not quite.”

I feel like this is so them coded, it’s so sweet and I feel like it really shows all the things that are important in their love and life together 🥲🫶🏻 ps: on a roll with the uploads tonight hahaha I haven’t slept 🫡

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What would a normal day (on shift or not or both) look like for Connor and his wife? Do you think Connor would check her vitals throughout the day if they were home?

A Day at Home: Love, Care, and Family Dinners

Summary: Connor and Y/N enjoy a peaceful day at home with their golden retriever, Charlie, filled with morning walks, relaxed meals, and cozy moments. Their evening becomes livelier when Y/N’s brothers, Will and Jay, come over for dinner, bringing laughter, teasing, and family warmth. Connor’s quiet care and their strong bond make it a perfect, comforting day.

The morning sunlight spilled into the bedroom, illuminating the soft whites and grays of the room. Y/N stirred, blinking awake to find Connor still asleep beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist. Their golden retriever, Charlie, was already awake, sprawled across the foot of the bed, wagging his tail as soon as he noticed Y/N moving.

“Morning, Charlie,” she whispered, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. Connor stirred at her movement, his blue eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “How’re you feeling?”

“Fine,” she assured him, though Connor always liked to double-check.

“Let’s see,” he said, sitting up and reaching for the pulse oximeter and blood pressure cuff he kept in their nightstand drawer. “You know the drill.”

Y/N sighed playfully but didn’t protest as he wrapped the cuff around her arm. Charlie jumped off the bed and padded over, sitting beside Connor and watching the process like a dutiful assistant.

“Heart rate’s steady, blood pressure’s good,” Connor announced. “Looks like today’s off to a good start.”

After a leisurely breakfast—eggs and toast for Connor, oatmeal with fresh fruit for Y/N—they decided to take advantage of their free day. Their usual morning routine involved a walk to the nearby park with Charlie, where Y/N enjoyed watching kids play and Connor indulged Charlie with a game of fetch.

“You spoil him,” Y/N teased as Connor threw the ball for the third time.

“And you don’t?” Connor shot back, raising an eyebrow as Y/N offered Charlie a treat from her pocket.

Back home, they fell into an easy rhythm. Y/N curled up on the couch with a book while Connor prepared a light lunch. Charlie alternated between laying at her feet and wandering into the kitchen, hoping Connor would drop something.

As the afternoon stretched on, Y/N decided to start prepping for dinner. Her brothers, Will and Jay, were coming over—a regular occurrence that always made her happy. Connor stepped in to help, chopping vegetables while she worked on the main dish.

“Do you think Will’s going to critique my cooking again?” Connor joked, tossing a handful of carrots into the pot.

“He probably will, but don’t take it personally,” Y/N said with a laugh. “It’s his love language.”

By the time the Halstead brothers arrived, the house was filled with the aroma of roasted chicken and garlic bread. Charlie greeted them enthusiastically, his tail wagging furiously as Jay knelt to scratch behind his ears.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jay greeted Y/N, pulling her into a hug.

“How’s my honey doing?” Will asked, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

Dinner was a lively affair, filled with laughter and teasing. Connor kept a watchful eye on Y/N, subtly checking in to make sure she wasn’t overdoing it. He noticed her lean back in her chair toward the end of the meal, a sign she was getting tired.

After dinner, the group migrated to the living room, where Jay and Will took turns playing tug-of-war with Charlie while Y/N rested against Connor’s shoulder.

“You’ve got a good thing going here,” Jay said to Connor, glancing at his sister curled up beside him.

“I know,” Connor replied softly, running his fingers through Y/N’s hair.

As the evening wound down and her brothers said their goodbyes, Y/N turned to Connor with a sleepy smile.

“Thanks for today,” she murmured.

“Anytime, baby,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Now let’s get you to bed before Charlie claims your spot.”

With her husband’s unwavering care, her dog’s unconditional love, and her brothers’ constant presence, Y/N couldn’t imagine a better way to spend a day at home.

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Worry

Jay Halstead x reader

Summary: When Y/n has an accident with Jay's car, she fears his reaction. However, she is surprised by the real reason for his concern

Y/n was still thinking about everything that had gone wrong that day. Her head hurt, probably from the cut on her forehead and the bruise that was beginning to form on her cheek. However, the guilt that settled in her body was the worst of all.

It all started when she woke up late for work. Since she was still an intern at the company, Y/n couldn't be late, or her boss would be even more unpleasant than usual. On top of that, she didn't have a car, as she left it at her house and spent the night at Jay's, her boyfriend of five months, who had picked her up from work.

So Jay lent her the car, saying Hailey could give him a ride. Little did she know that this would be the worst decision ever. When she was returning home at the end of the day, she was at an intersection when suddenly a dog ran into the street. As she tried to avoid it, she hit a car coming in the opposite direction.

The impact was enough for her to hit her head on the steering wheel, hence the cut and bruise. She was so scared, her ears were ringing and she only managed to come out of the shock when the driver of the other car got out of his vehicle and started banging on her window, screaming angrily at her.

Y/n's eyes burned with tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks, but the girl tried to stop them from falling. It would just make her more pathetic, she thought. Other drivers saw what had happened and called 911 and told them what had happened. Fortunately, the other vehicle wasn't as damaged as Jay's.

Her injuries were attended to on the spot, something Y/n couldn't have been happier about. So Will, Jay's brother, couldn't see her and call her boyfriend, only scaring him when he was working. They even let her drive home, since the car was drivable and she could decide which workshop to take it to for repairs.

Now, Y/n was sitting on the couch, anxiously waiting for Jay to get home. She had already thought of many ways on how to tell Jay what happened, but none of them calmed her nerves. He was going to be so upset, he lent her the car and she couldn't even be trusted with that.

Finally, she heard the keys open the door and Jay's voice echoed through the house, "Babe, are you here?" he questioned, hoping she had come to his house instead of going to her small apartment.

"In the living room." she said, keeping her gaze on the ground, not having the courage to look her boyfriend in the eyes and reveal to him what had happened to his precious car.

"Hey, baby." Jay smiled when he saw her sitting on the couch.

However, a frown quickly formed on his face when she didn't get up to greet him. Normally she would jump into his arms and kiss every part of his face until finally kissing his lips passionately. It was his favorite part of the day.

Y/n finally looked up at him when she felt him approaching her. Her eyes filled with tears again and her throat tightened when she saw Jay's face change when he noticed his injuries. He immediately got down on his knees in front of her, gently holding her chin so he could move her face and inspect her cut and bruise. She also noticed the way his hands were shaking.

"What the hell happened?" he questioned, feeling his heart tighten. His gaze then hardened, "Who did this to you? I'll kill them."

"Jay, I'm so sorry." Y/n murmured, her eyes filling with even more tears, which made Jay worry even more. What the hell had happened to his girlfriend and who did he have to beat?

"Why are you apologizing? I'm not understanding, baby. Tell me what happened so that I can fix it, yeah?"

"Your car…" the girl sobbed, unable to say a sentence without tears falling down her cheeks. Jay pulled her to his chest, hugging her until she calmed down enough to tell her what had happened. "A dog crossed the road and when I tried to avoid it I hit a car. And you trusted me with your car and I crashed. I'm so sorry, Jay, I really am and—"

"Slow down, Y/n. Breathe." Jay asked, alarmed by how her face was getting redder since she still hadn't stopped to inhale. His thumb stroked her uninjured cheek, hoping it would comfort her.

"No, I'm sorry. The car is still drivable, but it has a dent and is scratched. But I can afford the repair. I just need a few weeks and talk to my boss to pay me in advance, but I swear I'll sort this out. I know you need a car for work but you can use mine and I'll use the bus in the meantime."

"Y/n!" Jay exclaimed so she would finally shut up and listen to him. He cupped her cheeks carefully, forcing her to look directly at him. "Listen to me, you won't pay for anything. I don't care about the car, I care about you. So please calm down and tell me you're not hurt anywhere else. Please."

"I'm okay." she admitted, seeing Jay's body relax a little and he sighed in relief, running a hand over his face. "I'm just a little sore from the impact. The car is worse."

"Stop talking about the damn car or I swear I'll take it to the scrap yard to be destroyed. I can buy another car or live without it, but I can't live without you. God, Y/n when I saw your face all hurt I thought I was going to have a heart attack."

"I'm sorry…"

"No more apologizing." Jay was quick to order, giving her a stern look, but nothing hid the concern and love that was evident in his eyes. "Why didn't you call me? Did you go to the hospital? What did they say?"

"I didn't go to the hospital. The paramedics saw me there and said everything was fine."

Jay didn't answer her, suddenly getting up and going straight to his cell phone. His jaw was clenched and he looked like he was ready to have another mini heart attack.

"Who are you calling? Please don't bother Will just so he can come here and see how I'm doing. I'm fine, I promise."

"Either Will comes here or we go to the hospital. There's no room for discussion."

Y/n looked down shyly, knowing she wasn't going to win this argument. So, she waited for Jay to finish her call, definitely dramatizing her situation to Will.

When he hung up, he sat down next to her on the couch and brought her into his arms again. Jay squeezed her, needing to calm down and reassure him that she was relatively okay and safe. He placed his face on her neck, breathing in her perfume, which gave him an immediate comfort.

"Why didn't you call me?" he murmured, his voice breaking. He had never felt so worried as he did at that moment. He wouldn't be able to live if something had happened to his girlfriend. She was the one. The love of her life.

"I didn't want to bother you. You were working."

"Y/n, you can never bother me. Please, call me when something happens. I don't care if it's for the simplest reason, call me. I need to know that you're okay. I would never be able to forgive myself if something bothered you happened and I didn't know anything about it."

"I will. Again, I'm really sor—"

Y/n couldn't finish speaking when Jay's lips were on hers, kissing her fervently. He put all the love he felt for her into that kiss, one hand behind her head and the other on her unhurt cheek. Y/n responded to her kiss, placing her hands on his broad shoulders and pulling him closer.

Hesitantly, they broke the kiss so they could breathe. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breaths. Y/n snuggled closer to him, loving the feeling of security that only Jay could give her.

"I love you." Jay admitted in a low voice, not wanting to break the comfortable silence. He was looking into Y/n's eyes intensely, showing how true those words were.

Y/n's eyebrows rose upon hearing her boyfriend's confession. It was the first time Jay had said that to her. Her stomach filled with butterflies and a big smile appeared on her face, which calmed the detective's nerves. "I love you."

"God, I love you so much, baby." Jay kissed her again, his hands moving down to her waist.

However, their little make-out session was interrupted by a doorbell. Jay went to open the door, his lips slightly swollen and a smile on his face. However, he returned to his worried state when the doctor started treating Y/n.

His brother was under Jay's attentive gaze, analyzing everything the redhead did with crossed arms. When Will touched Y/n's bruised cheek and she flinched, the detective stepped forward and glared at his brother. "Careful."

Will gave him a look over his shoulder as if saying I'm the doctor here, but didn't open his mouth. Jay was stressed and Will didn't blame him, he knew how much his younger brother liked this girl. He had even told her about asking her to marry him with his mother's ring.

"I think everything is fine apart from that cut, which doesn't need stitches, and ice the bruise. Hmm, the pressure is still a little high. Has anything happened that could have stressed you even more apart from the accident?" Will asked in doctor mode.

"Uhm…" Y/n hesitated, looking shyly at Jay. "Well, let's just say the other driver wasn't too happy about me hitting his car. He was a little scary."

The silence that formed was horrible. Will cringed, knowing that Jay was going to completely flip out. He was already a nervous wreck, and this was only going to make his mood and worry worse. As expected by both, the detective let out a series of curse words, taking his hands to his hair and pulling it. He closed his eyes and clenched his wrists, trying to control himself. At that moment, he needed to comfort his girlfriend and then he would deal with the man who scared her.

"You know the car's registration number, right?" Jay asked her when he calmed down slightly. He sat on the couch, pulling Y/n onto his lap, feeling the need to always be touching her. Y/n nodded. "Good. I'll deal with him later."

"Well, it looks like my work here is done. Y/n, ice your cheek and disinfect the cut. If you feel any discomfort or pain, don't hesitate to call me."

"You sure she doesn't need to go to the hospital, Will?" Jay kissed Y/n's neck, feeling her snuggle closer to him and closing her eyes as she yawned.

"Nothing seems wrong. She just needs to rest and recover."

"Okay. Thanks, man."

"Thank you, Will." the girl opened her eyes and smiled slightly. Then she turned to Jay who instead of making an effort to get up, tightened his arms around her. "Aren't you going to accompany your brother out?"

"He knows the way out." he muttered. Will rolled his eyes, but smiled at the couple and left. He knew Jay would never let Y/n out of his sight again.

Jay kept tracing her cheek lovingly, which was making Y/n sleepy. "Are you tired, baby?"

"Yeah."

"Go to sleep. I'm going to take the week off and I will also call your boss saying you won't be going to work until you get better." Jay said, kissing her forehead.

"That's not necessary. I feel fine." Y/n tried to argue.

"It won't work, Y/n. You're going to stay at home and rest so I can take care of you. I need to know you are safe and okay. And the only way to know that is to have you in my arms. I'll never let you go."

"I kind of like that idea." she chuckled.

"Good." he said, continuing to soothe her into unconsciousness. When he felt Y/n's breathing calm down, indicating that she was asleep, Jay pulled out his phone, calling Voight. "I need you to research the owner of a vehicle. Find what you can to get him arrested, parking tickets, speed limits, I don't care. He scared my girl."

"You got it, Jay. Take care of Y/n."

"I will. Bye." he hung up and focused his attention on his girlfriend again. She was so perfect. "I love you, baby. So much."

[qwiboba]

Heat

Jay Halstead x pregnant!reader

Summary: When Chicago is in a heat wave, Y/n feels unwell while pregnant, worrying Jay

It was definitely the hottest day of the year. Chicago was going through a heat wave and Y/n had never felt more miserable. It also didn't help that she was seven months pregnant with her husband's baby, Jay Halstead. She could feel the beads of sweat falling from her forehead and her face heating up so much that she must have looked like a walking tomato.

Jay warned her to stay at home and protect herself from the heat, but when the air conditioning broke, Y/n decided to go out to buy a fan. But she didn't know it would be so difficult to walk and even breathe on this hellish day. It seemed like with every breath she took, the air burned her lungs. She walked slowly, one hand on her stomach protectively, trying to at least get to the store that was a few blocks away.

Y/n knew Jay would be so upset if he knew she left the house in this weather. Since she became pregnant, the man has become even more protective than before. However, she knew he was having a busy day and couldn't leave work just because Y/n was hot — although he would do that if Y/n called him and asked to buy a fan.

But everything got worse when Y/n's vision became blurry and a feeling of nausea appeared. Jay's wife leaned against the wall next to her, trying to get some shade to compose herself. She brought a hand to her mouth, trying to breathe slowly to calm her heart that was beating rapidly against her chest.

"Miss! Miss, are you okay?" a man appeared in front of her, with a worried look. "Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"No, it's okay." she managed to whisper. "Could you help me get to Fire Station 51? It's just a two-minute walk." the man, already advanced in age, seemed friendly enough for Y/n to trust him. And the truth was that she had no other option, as it seemed like her legs were going to give out at any moment.

"Sure thing, ma'am. Here, lean on my arm." he agreed with a gentle smile, offering her his arm to help her walk. "In this heat, no one should be walking around. It could be dangerous, especially in your condition."

"I know." Y/n sighed, knowing that beyond this lecture, she was going to hear worse from Jay when he found out. "But I wanted to buy a fan. It wasn't even a five-minute walk."

The man patted her hand in understanding. "I don't judge you, dear. My wife has already had three children, and in all of them, she was very stubborn. I understand that you don't want to be dependent on us, poor husbands, but we just want you to be well."

The woman didn't respond, now feeling even more guilty for not calling Jay to ask for this favor. She didn't want to bother him, but the plan didn't go as expected. The rest of the short walk was done in silence, Y/n's cheeks becoming more flushed, and having difficulty breathing in the hot air.

When they finally saw the fire station, Jay's wife couldn't be more relieved. Gabby and Brett, who were getting out of the ambulance, having just arrived from a call, noticed Y/n's tired form and immediately took hurried steps towards her, helping to carry her and him into the shade.

"Y/n? What happened? Are you feeling okay?" Gabby asked worriedly, helping her into the back of the ambulance. Y/n sat down, one hand on her stomach and the other on her back, closing her eyes as she started to feel dizzy.

"I'll call Jay." she managed to hear Brett say, but she was more focused on not throwing up than responding to the paramedics.

Thankfully, the man who helped her took charge of explaining what had happened. Y/n had the strength to open her eyes and thank him deeply for his help, asking if she could do anything to repay him, but he just shook his head and smiled. Then he left, as Y/n was now with people who could help her medically.

"What are your symptoms, Y/n?"

"I don't feel well, Gabby." her voice shook, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. "I'm sick, dizzy, and a headache is forming."

After leaving the phone call, Brett began taking her vitals, while Gabby applied a cold compress to her forehead. "You're most likely dehydrated, we have to go to the hospital to put you on an IV and check the baby."

"But he's fine, right?" Y/n sobbed scared, clutching her belly as she looked at her friends with a frown.

"Yes, he seems fine. But just to be sure." Gabby comforted, starting to help Y/n lay down on the stretcher.

"What did Jay say?"

"Well, he—" the blonde paramedic started to say, but was interrupted by the sirens of a police car, getting closer and closer. "I guess that's your answer."

"How did he get here so fast?" Y/n thought out loud as he watched the police officer get out of the still moving car. He immediately looked around for his wife. When he saw them, he quickly broke into a run, his eyes wide in panic. Hailey got out of the driver's seat, right behind Jay.

"I'm really sorry."

"What, baby? You don't have to apologize." Jay knelt down next to Y/n, gently cupping her face with his hands so he could assess her condition. Unconsciously, his hand slid down to her round belly, finally managing to take a deep breath when he felt a light kick against his touch. "I shouldn't have left you alone in this weather. You're okay, baby."

When Brett called him to explain the situation, he felt a sense of fear like he had never felt before. Not even when he had been shot at, kidnapped or beaten. The most important people in his life being in danger was his worst nightmare.

Luckily, they were in the neighborhood and managed to get to the fire station in record time thanks to Hailey's driving. Over time, Y/n and the blonde had become very close, often ganging up together against Jay. Not that he minded, since hearing his wife's giggles and knowing she was more relaxed when Jay was working as she trusted his partner to protect him.

"We need to get them to the hospital. Y/n is showing signs of dehydration and the baby needs to be checked." Jay's head turned unusually quickly to Gabby in concern. She hurried to add, "They both seem to be fine, but I want to make sure."

"I'll go back to the police station and let Voight know you won't be working anymore this week." Hailey offered. "I hope you're okay, Y/n. I'll stop at the hospital to check on you."

"Thank you, Hails." Y/n smiled weakly.

"Let's go." The man nodded, kissing Y/n's forehead comfortingly. He climbed into the back of the ambulance with her and held her hand the whole way while Gabby got into the driver's seat and Brett checked some vital signs.

The ride was relatively calm, but Y/n was getting paler and sicker by the minute. Jay mumbled words in an attempt to calm her down, but inside, he felt like he couldn't breathe. They should have called two ambulances because he was close to passing out.

Finally, they arrived at the hospital where Maggie and Will were waiting for them at the entrance. In no time, she was already settled in and several doctors were checking everything they could. Jay stayed by her side the whole time, answering some questions from the doctors when necessary.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital were harsh against Y/n’s already sensitive eyes as she waited for someone to tell her what was going on. Jay never let go of her hand, his grip firm but gentle, his thumb softly brushing against her knuckles in a silent attempt to comfort her. Her heart was pounding, but the cool sheets of the hospital bed and his touch gave her some relief.

Will Halstead, dressed in his white coat and looking every bit the composed doctor he was, entered the room, clipboard in hand. His face softened the moment he saw Y/n and Jay.

"Hey," Will greeted, his tone warm yet professional. "How are we doing here?"

"Not great, Will," Y/n admitted, her voice weak as she tried to give him a small smile. "I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck."

Jay immediately turned to his brother. "What’s going on? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" His words came out in a rush, and it was clear he was doing everything he could to keep his composure.

Will raised a hand to calm his younger brother. "Take a breath, Jay," he said, flipping through the chart. "We ran some tests and monitored Y/n’s vitals. She’s severely dehydrated, which is why she felt dizzy and nauseous. Her blood pressure dropped, but thankfully, the baby is doing great. The ultrasound shows a strong heartbeat."

Y/n let out a shaky breath of relief, her free hand instinctively moving to her belly. Jay visibly relaxed beside her, the tension in his shoulders easing.

"So, she’s okay? The baby’s okay?" Jay asked again, needing to hear it one more time to truly believe it.

"Yes," Will assured them with a kind smile. "We’re giving her IV fluids to rehydrate her, and she should start feeling better soon. I do want her to stay overnight for observation, just to be safe, but I’m confident she and the baby will be fine."

"Thank you, Will," Y/n said, her voice cracking slightly as tears of relief welled in her eyes.

Will reached out to pat her head. "No need to thank me, Y/n. Just promise me you’ll stay out of this heat, okay?"

She nodded, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude. "I’ll try," she murmured, glancing at Jay.

Jay turned to Will. "Thanks, man."

"Anything for my sister-and-law and nephew." He winked at her before stepping back. "I’ll check on you in a bit, but for now, just rest."

As Will left, the room fell quiet, except for the soft beep of the monitors and the rhythmic drip of the IV. Jay pulled a chair close to the bed, sinking into it as he brought Y/n’s hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her fingers.

"You scared me today," he said softly, his eyes glistening as they locked onto hers. "Don’t ever do that again, Y/n. Please."

"I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn’t mean to worry you. I just... I didn’t want to bother you at work."

Jay let out a soft, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. "Bother me? Y/n, you and this baby are the most important things in my life. I’d drop everything in a heartbeat if you needed me."

Her lips trembled, and tears spilled down her cheeks. "I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. It was just a fan."

He leaned forward, cupping her face with both hands, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears. "Listen to me," he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Nothing is ‘just’ when it comes to you or our family. You’re my world. Promise me, no more trying to do everything on your own. I’m here for you. Always. Ask me to buy you a fan, food, a house, I don't care, I'll do it in a heartbeat."

She nodded, fresh tears streaming down her face. "I promise," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Jay leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before resting his against hers. For a moment, they stayed like that, their breaths mingling as the world outside the hospital room faded away.

"I love you," she said softly, her hand finding its way to his cheek.

"I love you more," he replied, his voice low and full of sincerity. He placed a hand on her belly, feeling the soft flutter of movement beneath his palm. "And I love you, little one. But you’ve gotta cut your mom some slack, okay? No more giving her a hard time."

Y/n laughed weakly, the sound light and sweet. "Hear that?" she said, looking down at her bump. "You are already giving Daddy white hairs."

As the IV continued to drip and the monitors beeped steadily, the weight of the day began to lift. They were together and okay. That was all that they needed.

[qwiboba]

Hi, Would you make a Halstead!sister where she is a teen and have her very first boyfriend and when she decides to break up with him he hits her. She wants to hide it from her brothers but they found out anyway

Warnings: Abuse and violence, swearing, canon-typical injuries.

A/N: Okay, this fic will be the last one for a while and I mean it this time. Writing this was so random but I got sudden inspo when I found this half written soooo please do enjoy!!

You swear that this wasn't supposed to get as bad as it did.

You were still in high school and it might've been your first boyfriend and it definitely took too many tries to convince your brothers to give you permission to date but somehow, you got it in the end.

Several times, both Jay and Will but mainly Jay, warned you of abusive, manipulative and toxic partners which you knew existed but never thought you would date someone as such.

Joey was nice at first. After inviting him over for dinner a few times, your brothers began to be more lenient towards him though they would never admit it aloud.

Yes, they were still quite wary considering you were both still young and in school but over the course of a few months, you were finally allowed to go on a date alone without them acting as chaperones.

Then, it came to your break up.

During school, you and your best friend found Joey and another girl in your year locking lips against her locker without any shame at all. It was there and then you decided that evening you were going to break it off with him.

The two of you met up in the school car park where he would usually drive you home but unbeknownst to him, you had different plans for that today.

You hated how he was acting so nonchalant, the biggest smile on his face when he noticed you walking up to his car. You felt sick, desperately wanting to smack that smirk off his face.

"Y/N! Baby, I missed you at lunch. Where-" Joey started, opening his arms to embrace you but was cut off.

"Don't call me baby." You said sharply, your tone showing you were being completely serious. "We're done Joey."

Joey blinked, tilting his head to the side in confusion before laughing. "Oh Y/N, you're hilarious! Come on, we're going to my house-"

Once again, you cut him off, harshly shoving his hand off your elbow. "No, I'm being serious Joey. We're breaking up."

His face immediately fell at your words. All of a sudden, with the flip of a switch, he changed completely. It was so fast that it started scaring you.

Before allowing him to get a word in, you turned around so you could walk away and go home on your own but you were held back. A hand was suddenly tightly gripping your wrist, pulling you back towards Joey.

"What the hell!?" You exclaimed, trying to rip your hand out of his but he wouldn't budge.

"Joey, you're hurting me. Let go." You said, trying to reason with him but nothing was working.

You tried to calm him down, Jay's voice in the back of your mind explaining step by step what to do in cases like this but you found yourself frozen, unable to defend yourself alike to how you were taught.

It was all so sudden. One moment you were angrily staring up at Joey and the next you were looking to your left, your right cheek burning as it tingled with numbness.

Both of you were shocked at his actions. Using his shock to your advantage, you pulled your wrist out of his hand, ignoring the burning sensation you felt and ran.

*****

Unfortunately for you, it was a friday night and that meant both your older brothers were at home. Typically, on the weekends, you swapped and went to Will's before going back to Jay's for the weekdays. So that meant Will was at Jay's apartment to pick you up.

You were still breathing heavily as you entered the house, unintentionally slamming the front door shut as you came to your senses.

You were home. You were safe.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Jay shouted from the living room. He heard the door slam and was confused since he knew he specifically told you to never slam doors.

"Uh- yeah." You hesitated, licking your lips as you answered. "I'm, I'm good."

"You're red and sweaty- did you run all the way here?" Jay asked after a moment of studying you, taking note of your red cheeks and sweat collecting forehead.

"Yeah I did, I'm bursting for the toilet." You quickly thought of an excuse, lying about why you ran home.

Before he could reply, you dashed past him towards the bathroom to keep up with said lie.

"Hey Y/N-Oh..." Will words were lost as he watched you disappear as quick as he saw you.

"What's up with her?" Will asked, looking confusingly at Jay and down the hall where you disappeared.

"I'm not sure."

****

Joey went back to disturbing you as soon as monday came. The weekend seemingly getting on his nerves because he was buzzing monday morning to the point that you turned back around whenever you saw him.

But you could only run so far from him because at the end of the day as you waited for your best friend, he was grabbing you way too hard.

This process only repeated itself for the next two weeks, becoming almost routine where you only missed him for two days overall.

Three weeks since he first laid hands on you, you were now covered in an amalgamation of redness, bruises and finger-shaped marks.

Today though, today something changed.

It was friday, nearly a month since you broke up with Joey and you were walking to Med. Will was supposed to pick you up but his latest patient was causing problems and asked for you to walk to the hospital only ten minutes away.

So you and one of your friends who lived near that area walked together, departing as you reached the ED doors and she walked home.

As you waved her off, your smile bright and hurting still from how much both of you were laughing, you weren't paying too much attention to your surroundings. You didn't think there would be much danger outside a guarded ED but alas.

One second your waving your friend off and the next, your on your hands and knees on the floor. It happened so fast you couldn't comprehend what even occurred.

"What the-"

Someone harshly pulling you up stopped your trail of thought, their grip so tight that you couldn't focus on the burning in your palms and knees.

"Joey! Let me go you dickhead!" You shouted at the boy as soon as you looked up at the perpetrator.

Pulling your wrists from grasp, you grunted when his grip didn't let up, instead it did the opposite and tightened to the point that your hand was starting to go pale.

"Please Joey- Please just let me go and we can talk this out, I promise." You pleaded with him, eyes going glassy when he started pulling you away from the hospital entrance, panic finally setting in.

You tried pulling yourself away, heels digging into the ground to stop him but he was too strong, his height and build giving him an advantage along with being on the football team while you barely even participated in gym.

"Joey your hurting me-" You were cut off when he shoved you up against the wall head first and then repeatedly shoved your head back when you kept talking.

"Shut up bitch!" He almost screeched, hand on your forehead to prevent your head from moving, ensuring your eyes remained on him.

Your vision blurred, head banging with what felt like the worst headache in the universe. Your reply was simply a whine, no words possible due to the pain he inflicted.

His elbow was digging into your torso, your lungs and ribs restricted from any movement because of the pressure.

"J-Jo..." Everything of his increased, his grip, his shouts, the pain he caused.

Your breathing was taken away from you when he suddenly brought his fist to your torso repeatedly.

All of a sudden, he disappeared and you were falling, your legs unable to support you.

Before you could meet the ground, you were caught and being hauled into an embrace you hadn't felt in a decade. The familiar cologne one you bought with your own pocket money and a voice you'd known since birth.

"I've got you Y/N." Will whispered to you, cradling you gently in his arms.

"Ethan, you got him?" Will called out to his colleague but you were so out of it you couldn't see the other doctor.

"I'll handle him, get her inside." Ethan replied as he restrained Joey, his past military training helping him plenty.

The last thing you remembered was Will's reassuring words before everything went black.

*****

"We have to wait for her to wake up to determine how bad the concussion is but besides that, she's okay." Will finished explaining to Jay the prognosis who arrived five minutes ago.

"She's also got old bruises." Jay finally looked up from your face to Will's, anguish clear on the latter's face. "This has been going on for a while now."

Jay was speechless.

He was at a crime scene when Will called him, something neither brother did when they knew the other was at work and despite trying to anticipate what was going to happen, he could never guess it would be this.

Will explained that he and Ethan were taking a quick breather outside together after the death of their last patient when they heard a man shouting and though they couldn't see you, Will easily recognised Joey.

While Ethan subdued Joey, Will wasted no time in getting you to safety and inside the ED where Connor treated you.

There would be no long lasting effects from any of the injuries but they were bound to stick around for a while and they would definitely hurt.

Will couldn't get it out of his memory - seeing your ex boyfriend continuously punching you with no remorse and almost strangling you with the death grip he had. Will saw it every time he blinked and felt like puking.

Jay had walked passed Joey when he entered the ED and to say he felt like throttling the boy was putting it very, very lightly.

But Jay had plans for little Joey, he was more than confident that Voight would let him have a few words with him later. Especially if it involved you - his boss seemed to have a weak spot whenever you were involved, everyone did.

"I need to find Goodwin and get off shift early, I'll be back." Will said. Maggie could only do so much for so long.

Jay hummed. "I've got her, she's not going anywhere don't worry."

Will hadn't been gone for long when you started coming back to. Jay was messaging Hailey, asking for updates on what they were doing with Joey when he felt your fingers twitch in his other available hand.

Jay waited patiently, forcing himself to let you take your time and not rush you just in case. Will mentioned a concussion that they weren't too sure on the extent on its damage.

Your whimpers had his heart in your control, a lump in his throat at you clearly in pain and his inability to cure and rid of all your ills.

Seeing your eyes, the colour so bright under the hospital lights and because of the fear you felt so vividly, Jay found himself unable to breath for a moment.

"Is he gone?" You whispered, voice hoarse as you squinted up at your older brother.

"Yes he is." Jay nodded, ignoring the burning that randomly enveloped his eyes and brushed your hair back with such a feather light touch that you didn't register the gesture. "He's never going to touch or bother you ever again, I promise."

The only response you could formulate was tears, the waterworks instant as soon as the words came out of Jay's mouth.

"Will and I will make sure nothing happens ever again, we promise."

[qwiboba]

Jumped

Request: I would love to see something Like IT’s Career day at school and Jay and Will come to teach about their jobs along with others. And Halstead's sister gets bullied. During the break of moving in between careers someone comes and beats her up in like the bathroom and leaves her there and no one notices her being gone untill the end of the day. (I kinda want like Fire, Med, and Pd to find her)

sorry if it doesn’t make much sense you can choose how to end it and stuff

I also LOVE your fics I can’t wait to see more❤️

Authors Note; Y’all really love the angst huh, gotta deliver,, and hopefully you enjoy this little drabble. Also, part of me really wanted to title this, 'big sister hugs' because I think that Hailey would be the best big sister and also give the best big sister advice.

warnings: private girls school (yes that's a warning), bullying, getting jumped (i guess?), hospital and injuries,, Jay and Will not knowing girl bullying and being stubborn, a very poorly written plot

High school was not always easy, but you were comfortable at your school with your friends. That was until there was a security issue and Jay’s information got leaked. Your apartment, school, Jay’s license plate, everything that could be used to track him ended up in the hands of the ‘bad guys’. Jay and Will had broken the news to you that they were pulling you from your current school, and moving to another school closer to Will’s. A private girls school, the ones with the fancy uniforms and stuck-up kids who thought the law didn’t apply to them because they had money. You hated it. You had begged Jay and Will to let you stay, but there was no changing their mind. 

The first week was hell, you knew no one. Starting in the middle of the year meant that everyone knew you were the new girl. You were enrolled under your mother's maiden name, for extra safety. It was weird not hearing your name followed by ‘Halstead’. After the first week was gone, you decided to stick it out until the problem with Jay blew over, by then, you could probably convince them to let you go back to your other school. Three weeks passed by and intelligence solved Jay’s leak. 

“So,” You began on Sunday family dinner, “Now that the whole leak in PD is over…” 

Jay and Will shared a look from across the table. 

You narrowed your eyes, “What?” 

Will ran a hand down his face, “Listen…” 

“You won't let me go back.” 

“It’s a better school-”

“Better?” You spat, “How is it better? I hate it there!”

“It’ll get better,” Jay said, “You just need more time to adjust.” 

“I don’t want to adjust-” 

“We’re not pulling you out,” Jay said, “I know you're struggling right now, but you’ll make some friends and-” 

“I can’t believe you.” You pulled away from the table, leaving your half-eaten dinner where it was and stomping off to your room. Jay stood to follow, ready to scold you for storming away and having such an attitude. 

“Jay,” Hailey grabbed his arm, “Let her cool down.” 

Jay and Will didn’t budge on your school. You had gone from begging to bargaining with no success. Now you were giving them both the silent treatment. You knew it was immature and frankly ridiculous, but you were too mad to think clearly. Jay had already scolded you for not talking to him for the last week. You had ignored him. 

Hailey was the only one you spoke too, because it wasn’t her fault that Jay was being stubborn. Even so, you didn’t tell her everything when she stopped by your room. Namely, the career day that was coming up. You knew telling her meant she would tell Jay. And Jay and Will had a terrible habit of embarrassing you at school. At your last school's career day, Will and Jay had come and talked for hours about their funniest stories. You knew if they came this time, your peers wouldn’t be as amused. 

When career day did roll around, your dean stood in front of the school in the auditorium, introducing students and their parents. Your school was much smaller than your last one - something about smaller class sizes being better for learning - so the auditorium wasn’t fully packed. 

Not everyone brought their parents, but the popular kids with parents who had good jobs came. Like the group of girls who hated you, who all brought at least one parent. Your dean invited students to the stage by class and then had the student introduce their parents. Your class was last, the biggest number of parents who had come. You were sat at the end of your class, mostly because you didn't have anyone to bring. Not that it bothered you.

“Next up, we have Olivia and her mom, Jen.” 

Jen was a dentist, she spent 10 minutes explaining how her job worked and then opened for questions. There weren’t many, mostly a few questions from seniors about collages and other stuff. 

Then it was Sophie, with her dad the Banker. 

By the time the girls who hated you were called up, you were ready to fall asleep. No one here had an interesting job, most of the jobs were boring well playing jobs that you could never see yourself doing. 

The main girl who didn’t like you was Madison. She wasn’t fond of how the teachers asked you for answers in class, not that you could do anything about that. Her friend group was made up of 5 or 6 girls who were seemingly lovely. All smiles and compliments around teachers but spread vicious rumors and lies when adults couldn’t hear. You had heard them speaking about you a few times, not that you cared. It wasn’t great to be the new girl with all the rumors, but you had banked on leaving the school before for long. Which, you knew now, wasn’t an option. So now you were stuck with the girls who all hated you for rumors or lies that you didn’t even know. 

Madison brought her mum and dad with her, real estate agents who worked together selling multi-billion dollar houses. The whole time she had a smug look on her face. When she sat back down in her row, she turned in her seat, looking back at you. 

“Didn’t bring anyone?” She asked. 

You didn’t bother replying. 

“Is it because your parents are coke addicts?” Her friend beside her pressed. 

How that rumor even started you didn’t know, it was so absurd.

“Or is it because they’re dead?” Madison pressed.

You gave her a bored look, “I’ll take my family over your fraud family any day.” 

Madison opened her mouth to bark something back, but was shushed by your teacher. She turned back to face the front, arms crossed over her chest. No doubt stewing in your words. 

“We now have some guests to speak to you,” The Dean said through the microphone, “We reached out to some of our first responders and invited them to come speak to you too. Everyone please welcome Dr Asher and Dr Halstead from Gaffney Chicago Med.”

Will and Hannah walked to the stage, both in their Med scrubs with doctors coats on. Will was looking for you, you could tell from the way his eyes scanned the faces in the audience. You slumped in your chair, avoiding looking at him at all. 

How did he find out? Did he and Jay find out somehow? Did your school contact them? 

You really wanted to disappear now, your face was no doubt bright red by how much it was burning. You prayed silently that Will hadn’t told Jay, but you knew it was a useless prayer. If Will was here Jay would be too. 

You got your answer when the dean explained that there were more guests outside on the fields. She ordered everyone to head that way, ushering students with promises of something ‘exciting’. 

Outside, firehouse 51 had parked their rigs on the grass. 51 had their ladder extended, Mouch standing at the controls grinning like a champion. Not far from Mouch was Trudy, flanked by two patrol cars and their officers. Looking across the gathered first responders it didn’t take long to spot Jay and Intelligence. Their own cars were parked on the grass, the lights on. Everyone but Voight had their vests on, adding to the dramatic atmosphere already created. 

Students huddled around, entranced by the cars and rigs which you had seen plenty of times. You tried to hide towards the back, but Kelly had spotted you and tried to usher you closer. You shrugged back at him, trying to make it look like you were stuck within the crowd. 

“Firstly, we would like to thank Sergeant Trudy Platt and Sergeant Hank Voight, as well as Chief Wallace Boden for coming today. We are hugely appreciative to hear from you,” The dean spoke into a microphone, “Secondly, I want to ask students to be respectful, as these hard working men and women have taken time out of their busy days to come and speak to us. So we are going to listen and show respect. There will be time for questions and demonstrations at the end. Please Welcome Sergeant Trudy Platt.” 

The crowd clapped as Trudy took the mic, but it wasn’t too enthusiastic. Trudy gave a similar speech to last year. Along the lines of what made district 21 special, intelligence and the hardworking patrol officers. She talked about fake calls and how breaking the law would wind you up in her cells etc. It was funny, a few quips earning laughs from teachers and parents. But you had heard it all before. You were dreading what the others would say. You didn’t want everyone knowing your brother was a cop, that would cause way too many issues. 

So instead, you slipped away from the crowd, heading back towards the school building to hide in the bathroom. 

You didn’t think anyone would notice, most people were paying attention to the speakers or interested in the rigs. You were wrong, of course, being followed almost immediately by Madison and a couple of her friends. 

You got to the lockers before they announced themselves. 

“What did you mean my parents were frauds, bitch?” 

You turned around in fright, not even hearing them sneak up on you.

“I didn’t mean it,” You replied, “I’m sorry.” 

You were, kind of. Mostly you were sorry that you had said it, because she genuinely seemed shocked. But this was Chicago, anyone with any money committed fraud, it was kind of the standard. 

“I don’t care if you're sorry,” Madison snarled, she was taller than you so when she stepped closer you couldn’t help feeling intimidated. “What did you mean?” 

“Madison-” 

One of her friends pushed you hard against the lockers with a forearm over your collar, “Answer the question.” 

You were by no means a confrontational person. Growing up, Jay always tried to teach you to talk out your issues, violence or fighting wasn’t a good solution. Will was the same, although both of them weren’t always the best at doing as they counseled. 

“I just meant that,” You were panicking under the glare of all three girls, “You know, this is chicago and-”

“And what? Everyone is a criminal like your addict parents?” Madison got in your face again. 

“My parents weren’t addicts,” You scoffed, now annoyed that she wouldn’t let that go. 

“No?” The girl who was holding you back moved her arm further up your neck, pressing against your throat, “Then where are they?” 

“If my parents were addicts, would you really think I'd be in a private school?” You pressed, “Use your brain for once, please.” 

You should have known that would piss Madison off. She let out an annoyed scoff then pulled back her fist and punched your square in the nose. The force slammed your head back into the lockers, the sound echoing through the empty halls. The punch wasn’t hard enough to break your nose, but you would feel the blood start to drip down your lip. Madison shook her hand like she had taken more damage than you had. 

“Want to say that again?” The third girl finally spoke up. 

It was like they were all gaining confidence in the security of the three of them. When one of them said something the others would laugh and smirk. 

“I don’t like bullies, you know,” Madison said. 

God, the irony. 

This time the punch came from the third girl, landing in your stomach. You didn't know her name, but she was on the volleyball team, so her punch was much stronger. Your body doubled over, arms crossing over your stomach as your lungs tried to fight your diaphragm for air. The arm holding you up was dropped, and your body fell to the ground as you tried to force yourself to take some deep breaths. 

“This is what you deserve,” A girl said, before another blow landed on your ribs. The wind was knocked out of you again, causing you to cough and choke. 

Madison crouched down to your level, “Bullies like you deserve to be put in their place.” 

You didn’t have time to appreciate the irony this time, because she was kicking your head, hard. 

Your body reacted on instinct, curling into itself to try to protect you from another blow that was sure to come. 

“Hey!” 

The three girls sprinted at the voice, running away from their actions. 

“Hey, kid,” A hand on your shoulder made you flinch, when your vision cleared you realized it was just Kelly. He held his hands out to show you he meant no harm, then gently helped you sit up. 

“You’re alright,” He said softly, steading you sitting against the lockers. You couldn’t even reply, focused solely on breathing through the pain in your head and side. 

“I found her,” Kelly said into his radio, “North Hallway, bring a jump bag.” 

Kelly gently touched the side of your face, tilting your head to look at the side you had been kicked. 

“You still got that med kit in your bag?” He asked, knowing Kidd had taught you that in girls on fire. 

“Yeah,” You said softly, your voice above a whisper. 

Kelly ripped open your bag, rummaging through it until he found the small first aid kit. He was only after gauze, once he secured it, he ripped the package open and pressed the gauze to your head. 

You winced, instinctively pulling away from him. 

“I know,” He said, sitting down next to you so he could hold the gauze in place, “Sorry kid. 

You both looked up as the sound of footsteps came running towards you. You might as well have been on fire, the entire house was rushing towards you. Jay and Intelligence were there too, Will and Asher running along beside everyone. 

“This is overkill,” You said to no one in particular. 

Kelly chuckled, shuffling so that Will could take his place next to you, “We’re all here for you, kid.” 

Will replaced Kelly’s hand with his own, when Kelly pulled away you could see blood on his hand. 

Jay croached on your other side, letting Will, Hannah and Brett take care of you. 

“What happened?” He asked, looking over your bloody nose, head injury and the way you were holding your side. 

You didn’t want to be known as a snitch, one glance behind your brother and you could see students being held back by teachers and 51. The school day was almost over, everyone would be gathering their things to leave. You hoped you weren’t in front of someone's locker who hated you, this would definitely make them hate you more. 

You looked back at Jay, his eyes filled with worry, “What happened, squirt?” 

“I, uh.. I fell.”

Will scoffed, “You fell?” 

“Yeah, I’m clumsy,” You said.

“You fell and hit your nose and the side of your head?” Hannah asked, voice soft, “Are you sure that's the story you want to tell?” 

Over her shoulder, Kelly was talking to Voight and Hailey. Hailey was pointing something out, a camera that was positioned above one of the classroom doors. 

“Yeah,” You didn’t sound confident at all. But right now, you wanted to be anywhere but here.

Jay looked pissed, but he didn’t say anything. He got to his feet and stood out of the way as Hannah and Will helped you stand. They lead you over to the stair chair, despite your very vocal argument that you were fine. 

Being wheeled through the crowd of students and their parents was the most embarrassing thing you had ever experienced. You passed by Madison at one point, who was leaning against her locker talking to her parents like nothing ever happened. You avoided looking her way, instead focusing on what Brett was saying about getting to the rig. 

Outside the building things were less stressful and crowded. You managed to convince the four hovering adults that you could stand on your own to get into the back of the ambulance, even if you didn’t really think you needed one. 

“I’m really fine,” You argued for probably the fifth time, “I think you're overreacting.” 

Will sighed, running a hand down his face, “You are too stubborn for your own good,” He muttered. 

Violet chuckled, “Just lay back, alright? You aren’t getting out of this, no matter how much you complain.” 

She was right, but that didn’t stop you from pouting the whole way to Med. 

At Med, Will hovered as Hannah stapled the laceration on your head. You weren’t too happy about the idea of being stabled back together, but Will had taken a photo of the laceration to prove you needed it. 

“That’s so gross,” You said, pushing the phone away from you. 

“That’s why you need staples,” Will explained, rolling his eyes.

Not long after Hannah had treated you and left you to rest, Jay, Hailey and Voight walked in. 

“Are you doing alright?” Jay asked, hesitant to start another argument. 

“I’m fine,” You repeated, “I don’t know why everyones making such a big deal.” 

“You were attacked at-” 

“I fell.” You interrupted. 

“Y/N-” 

“Jay.” You echoed in the same tone.

Jay's face flashed with irritation, he looked to Will for help. 

“We know that’s not true,” Will said, giving you his best parental disappointed look. 

“The whole thing was caught by the security cameras,” Hailey spoke softly, she was the only person in the room who knew what it was like to be a teenage girl in high school, “We just want to know what they said.” 

You tried to come up with some kind of explanation that wouldn’t get anyone in trouble, but you came up short. 

“It’s not that big of a deal,” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact with all of them. 

Will leaned forward, he looked wary, “Listen, squirt, we want to help, but we can’t unless you tell us the truth.” 

“That is the truth,” You argued back, crossing your arms definitely, “It’s not a big deal.” 

“You’re in the hospital!” Jay gestured around, “What about this is ‘not a big deal’.” 

You scowled, refusing to say anything else and just sitting silently. 

Voight squeezed Jay's shoulder, “We’ll let her rest, come back later?” 

Jay nodded, not bidding you goodbye as he stomped out of the room. You hadn’t seen him this mad in forever, you weren’t sure if this would blow over as easily as your other fights. Voight followed after Jay, he told you to get some rest then followed his detective to try to calm him down. 

Will got up to leave too, he told you to rest and said he would come back soon. When the three left, it was only Hailey who stayed behind. 

“I know you’ve been struggling at school,” She took a seat on the bed next to you, “I know what that’s like.” 

You fiddled with your fingers, not wanting to admit she was right. 

“You know what happened today wasn’t right,” Hailey continued, “Jay wants to press charges.” 

“What? No! That’ll just make it wor…” You stopped yourself.

“Make what worse?” Hailey pressed. 

You took a deep breath, trying not to get upset.��

“Whatever is going on, I can help,” Hailey promised. 

“You can’t get me out of that school,” You scowled. 

“I think after today, that might be possible.” 

You leaned back into the pillows. Dr Asher had given you some pain meds for your head, they removed the sharp pain and replaced it with a dull throb. You could feel it more as you got more upset. 

“There’s this stupid rumor that my parents are addicts,” you explained, “Madison is always taunting me with it, saying that's why no one ever comes to parent evenings or teacher interviews…” 

Hailey didn’t say anything, she just sat listening patiently. 

“Before you guys came, she asked why my parents weren’t here and I said that I would rather have my family over her fraud one.” 

Hailey nodded as she listened. 

“It was stupid and as soon as I said it, I regretted it. When we were outside I went inside to go to the bathroom and Madison and her friends followed me… They, uh… Madison wanted to know why I said it and I apologized but she didn’t- she, she didn’t care and…” 

Hailey got the cue, “Okay. It’s alright.” She pulled you into a gentle hug. “Everything’s going to be alright.”

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Maybe one for epileptic reader where she gets the flu. Jay was already worried about her fever but then she can't keep anything down including her meds. She has several absence seizures and Jay takes her to Med because he's got a bad feeling she's going to have a bad tonic clonic one. She protests a little but is grateful when Jay was right and she has a long one that they struggle to get under control.

Fever Pitch

Summary: Y/N’s been feeling off for days—aches, chills, nausea—but when the fever spikes and her meds won’t stay down, Jay’s concern turns into quiet panic. She starts having clusters of absence seizures, small but unsettling. He knows her body, knows the signs, and he can feel it in his gut: something worse is coming. Despite her protests, Jay brings her to Med, and his instincts are tragically right. A long tonic-clonic seizure hits in the ED, and it takes everything the trauma team has to stabilize her. Through it all, Jay never leaves her side—because he knows when it’s more than just the flu.

Jay had been watching her like a hawk all day.

Y/N lay on the couch in an oversized hoodie, blanket cocooned around her and a wet washcloth draped over her burning forehead. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, and every time she tried to speak, her voice came out like sandpaper.

“It’s just the flu,” she whispered hoarsely, after throwing up for the third time in two hours.

Jay crouched next to her, holding the bucket with one hand and gently brushing her hair back with the other. “Yeah, but the flu and epilepsy don’t mix, babe. Your fever’s at 102.7 and climbing. You haven’t kept your meds down since this morning.”

She groaned, turning her head away. “It’ll pass. I just need to rest.”

But then it happened again.

She froze mid-sentence. Eyes glazed. Lips slightly parted. Not a dramatic fall or thrash—but she blinked out, body still, unreachable.

“Y/N?” Jay asked softly.

No response.

“Y/N.” His voice sharpened.

Ten seconds. Fifteen.

Then she came back, blinking fast, confused and pale. “I’m—what?”

“That’s your third absence seizure in the last hour,” Jay said gently but firmly. “We’re going to Med.”

She shook her head weakly. “No—if I can just hydrate—”

“Hey.” He cupped her cheeks carefully. “You’re scared. I get it. But I know that look in your eyes, and I’ve got a gut feeling. A big one. I’d rather take you in now than wait and have you seizing in the backseat or worse.”

She didn’t argue after that.

They made it to Med within twenty minutes, Jay helping her through the back entrance into the ED. He’d texted ahead—Will was on shift and had warned Maggie to prep a bay.

She was barely upright when they reached Trauma 4.

Will took one look at her and called out, “BP 88/52. She’s tanking. Get fluids running and start a line—she’s dehydrated.”

“I can’t…” Y/N murmured, slurring a bit as Jay helped her onto the gurney. “I feel weird—floaty.”

Jay’s heart sank. “She’s going to seize. It’s coming.”

“Let’s get her flat,” Will said quickly. “1mg lorazepam ready just in case—”

Y/N’s body tensed.

Then it hit.

Hard.

She arched off the bed, arms seizing violently as the monitors screamed to life.

“Seizing—tonic-clonic!” April shouted. “Clock it!”

Jay backed into the corner, hands clenched into fists, jaw tight. He wanted to run to her. Pull her back. Do something.

But he’d been here before. And all he could do now was trust the team.

Will administered the first round of meds. Nothing.

“Still seizing—two minutes!”

“Push another dose.”

She kept going. Arms jerking, legs kicking, blood pressure dropping.

Jay couldn’t breathe.

Connor arrived mid-seizure, having just come out of surgery. “How long?”

“Four minutes, two doses in,” Will replied. “No response.”

“Get Keppra loading—now. Push 1g.”

Jay’s voice finally cracked. “She wasn’t like this this morning. She was sick but talking. Just the flu. Then she couldn’t keep her meds down—”

“You did the right thing bringing her in,” Connor said without looking up. “If you hadn’t, we’d be intubating her by now.”

It took another minute, but finally, the spasms slowed.

Y/N fell limp against the mattress, body trembling from the exertion.

Her eyes fluttered open a few moments later. Confused. Scared.

“Jay?” she rasped.

He was beside her in seconds, gripping her hand, brushing hair from her damp forehead. “I’m here. You’re okay. You had a seizure. A bad one.”

Her lip quivered. “I didn’t know it was coming.”

“I did,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “And I’ll always bring you in when it feels wrong. Always.”

She was too weak to respond—but the tears slipping down her cheeks said everything.

She wasn’t alone.

Not then.

Not ever.

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Hello love! Can you do an imagine of Connor’s wife having a super bad episode of POTS and having it lead to a seizure and freaking out Jay. Who was supposed to be watching her because she was feeling off, and Connor and Will had to work an important case?

When Everything Spirals

Summary: Y/N, already feeling off, convinces her husband Connor and brother Will to head to work for an important case, promising Jay she’ll take it easy at home. But her symptoms spiral into a severe POTS episode, triggering convulsive syncope that terrifies Jay. When Sylvie and Violet bring her into Med, she crashes again—twice. The aftermath leaves everyone shaken, especially her protective husband, Connor.

It started off with a heaviness in her limbs and a strange fog behind her eyes. Y/N knew the signs, the dull throb behind her eyes, the way her vision tunneled every time she stood for longer than thirty seconds. Something was off today—but she didn’t want to say anything. Not when Connor and Will were scheduled to assist on a high-risk cardio-thoracic case they’d been planning for weeks.

Jay had already picked up on her sluggishness that morning when he dropped by for coffee. He raised an eyebrow as she curled up on the couch with Charlie nestled by her legs and her water bottle untouched on the table.

“You okay, Bug?” he asked, crossing his arms and watching her closely.

“Just tired,” she whispered, giving him a weak smile. “I promise I’ll chill today.”

Jay reluctantly agreed to keep an eye on her. He’d taken the day off, knowing something was up, even if she hadn’t said it out loud.

But things unraveled fast.

By noon, Y/N tried standing to get a drink and never made it past the hallway. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. The room tilted. Her legs gave out. She crashed to her knees, hands trembling violently.

Jay ran to her the second he heard the thud. He found her slumped against the wall, trying to stay upright, her eyes wide and glossy, skin pale and clammy. She was barely responsive.

“Y/N!” he shouted, catching her just as her body jerked in a seizure-like convulsion. It wasn’t a true seizure—they’d learned that term later—convulsive syncope, a terrifying mix of a fainting episode with seizure-like activity due to her POTS.

Jay panicked. He tried grounding her, checking her airway, cradling her head, calling her name—none of it helped. He immediately dialed 911.

“Please—my sister—she has a heart condition or something—she’s not responding, she’s seizing—I don’t know what’s happening!”

Within minutes, Squad pulled up. Sylvie Brett and Violet rushed into the apartment and found Jay on the floor beside her, visibly shaken.

“She’s got a history of POTS,” he explained hurriedly. “She said she was dizzy earlier and just—collapsed.”

Y/N was pale, still semi-conscious but weak and uncoordinated. They loaded her onto the gurney, fitted her with oxygen, and applied the cardiac monitor.

Her blood pressure was low, heart rate erratic.

“She’s throwing PVCs,” Sylvie muttered, glancing at the screen. “We need to go.”

By the time they reached the ED, Will was already scrubbed out and rushing down with Connor, who hadn’t even waited to hear the full story before tearing off his scrub cap.

The sight of his wife being wheeled in on oxygen with IV lines already running, her limbs twitching subtly from post-syncopal tremors, made Connor’s heart stop.

“She’s had one already,” Violet briefed. “Jay said she seized up and dropped. GCS was fluctuating. We gave fluids, oxygen, and she responded but not well.”

Connor’s hand cupped her face the second they wheeled her into Trauma 2. “Sweetheart, I’m here,” he whispered, brushing her damp hair away from her face.

Will immediately began organizing orders—labs, ECG, CT if needed, even though they suspected it was another severe flare. Connor was more hands-on. He stayed by her side while April hung fluids and ensured the cardiac monitor stayed on.

Jay appeared in the doorway, pale and shaken. “She didn’t make a sound. She just—went down.”

“You did the right thing, Jay,” Will reassured him, voice calm but clipped with worry.

Connor reached across the bed to take her hand, just as her body jerked again—violent, uncoordinated, and terrifying.

“She’s seizing again!” Maggie called, running into the room.

Connor immediately leaned over, securing her airway and shielding her head. “This is convulsive syncope. Keep the airway open. Roll her.”

“Fluids still going?” Will asked quickly.

“Yep,” April confirmed. “She’s crashing—BP’s 80 over 40.”

Connor’s jaw clenched. “Get her on vasopressors. Now.”

They stabilized her after two more episodes. She was confused, exhausted, and unable to sit up without her vitals nosediving.

“We’re admitting her,” Connor said firmly. “And putting her on telemetry overnight.”

“She’s not going to love that,” Will noted, helping adjust the IV line.

“She can be mad all she wants,” Connor replied. “She scared the hell out of me.”

Later, as she dozed under dim lights, Charlie tucked next to her on the bed thanks to a very discreet visit from Jay, Connor stayed seated at her bedside, fingers laced with hers.

“I told you to call me if you didn’t feel right,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across her knuckles. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“I didn’t want to pull you from surgery,” she murmured weakly, barely audible.

“I’d miss every surgery for the rest of my life if it meant keeping you safe.”

And he meant it.

Hey love thank you for request because of it I’m thinking of starting a mini series for it! What do you guys think? 🫶🏻

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oh but thinking about hungry simon.

simon who is hungry for affection and intimacy; hungry for domestic love, for a family to come home to.

simon who is hungry for the way your voice lilts when you talk to him, curling like you’re crooning to him, like it is something so soft and tender and only meant to be shared with each other.

simon who is hungry for the look in your eyes, all shy and careful—skittish at first, and it was too endearing that simon felt his desire burn brighter, churning in the pit of his stomach, bloating as your nervousness slowly petered away into one of familiarity.

simon who is hungry for you. don’t mind the fact that you’re—

married.

oh, yes. don’t mind the fact that you’re spoken for—simon knows when he is needed. and you? simon’s known that you’ve always needed someone more like him instead of the john doe who you’re married to.

he will save you soon, love.

(he will satiate his hunger soon. and that is the most exciting.)

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Soap likes to tease price about his old joints.

At somepoint, he pushes it, yapping about how his hips would probably crack each thrust.

Price ends up dragging him to his room to prove him wrong. On the third round, he adjusts positions and his knee cracks, loud.