#Sam Abrams

[bullet-prooflove]

It was you who did that dirty deed

Companion piece to The Fight Before Christmas and Should Have

Sam has always been secure in your relationship despite the age difference. You’ve never so much looked at another man in the time you’ve been together just like he hasn’t looked at another woman.

You say the reason you fell in love with him is because he made you laugh, that he’s the only one that’s ever been able to make you smile until your face hurts. It works both ways, you’re the only woman whose ever been able to find his heart, to keep it.

It’s been a fraught few months between the two of you, things haven’t been right since he found out about what happened to his daughter Lucy, since he discovered you’d been keeping it from him., since he'd saved her rapist's life. You’ve moved back home from your mother’s where he'd banished you but it still feels like you’re walking on eggshells and he has no idea how to fix it.

The problem is him, he knows that.

He doesn’t expect to see you in the E.D. You’re office isn’t far from the hospital, sometimes you drop by to grab lunch if he doesn’t have a surgery scheduled but you always check in, you always text.

When he sees you talking to Mitch Ripley, giving him that smile, laughing with him he gets that sensation in his body, the one he had when he walked in on Lucy’s mom fucking the contractor.

He gets it, Ripley, he’s young, handsome, open.

He’s everything Sam’s not.

When you get home that night the closet is empty and there’s a note on the table alongside his wedding ring. You feel the air leave your lungs as your fingertips trace over the letters.

You deserve better than this, I’m setting you free.

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[cowboybuckleys]

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waiting to leave

[crockettmarcel]

FOAMINGGG AT THE MOUTH RN. THE LITTLE CAR SEAT. THE BAG THAT I CAN ONLY ASSUME IS FILLED WITH BABY SUPPLIES. I FUCKING LOVE MY LIFE

[academicelephant]

Dr. Halstead: Sam, don't do the surgery! Dr. Abrams: Are you on drugs? You're the one who pushed for this.

[bobertbilliams]

Daniel amused at Sam putting Kai in his place. Hehe.

[sharonccrter]

Why is Sam not a main character? They should have bumped him up years ago.

[travellermp3]

Always an Angel, Never a God (Sam Abrams x Reader)

A twist on 5x11, The Ground Shifts Beneath Us

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, medical procedures, burns, hospitalization, eventual fluff, reader is briefly mentioned as religious (religion is left ambiguous), your parents love you in this

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Does anyone want this

Gender Neutral Reader

Sam’s heart dropped to his stomach when he got the call.

He had barely processed Maggie’s words before he threw the tablet he was holding onto the counter, startling the nurse he had been talking to seconds before.

It was you. You were lying in the E.D. Critical condition. 55% of your body burned. God knows what else had happened to you when the plane went down. But that was all he heard before his mind went blank with panic and fear.

Sam walked quickly through the halls of the neurology floor, making a beeline for the stairs. Those would be quicker than the elevator. His hands were balled tightly into fists, shoved deep into the pockets of his white coat.

The sound of his footsteps echoed through the stairwell, almost in time with his heart. All he could think about was you lying in the hospital bed. Alive but with no life in you.

Finally, he had made it down to the E.D. The first person he spotted was Daniel, making eye contact with him. Sam realized that even though he’d spent years perfecting an emotionless face and voice, it didn’t matter at that moment. And Daniel could tell.

“Where are they?” Sam demanded as soon as Dan was in earshot.

“They’re in treatment 4, and Sam, I gotta warn ya. They’re in pretty bad shape.” Daniel did his best to sound as level as possible.

All Sam could do was give him a simple nod. With the lump in the throat and sting in his eyes, he knew he was close to a tipping point.

He walked around the nurse’s station, slower than before. If he didn’t see you with his own eyes, then you were still safe and okay. It was delusional to think like that, but he would take just about anything to keep him from breaking.

But then he spotted you through the glass. Dr. Choi was hovering over you with a nurse he vaguely recognized hanging an I.V. bag. Sam could only see part of you, but he could tell it was bad. Your legs were a horrible mixture of red and white, and your hands were wrapped in gauze and bandages.

Sam steeled himself. He couldn’t afford to crumble over this. Over you. He steps into the room and sees that the rest of your body is in even worse condition. Your torso is uncovered, and he can see the raw red aligned with bits of your shirt that had melted onto your skin.

Your arms were the same, though seemed to have fared a bit better. But your face. Oh, God, your face.

Dr. Choi stops his ministrations and looks up at him, gauze held in his hands. The nurse looks over her shoulder, giving him a look of pity. But he can’t take his eyes off of your face.

Almost all of it was charred red, minus a small part of your temple, simply flushed a light pink. What little was left of your hair was burnt black, and the top of your head was wrapped up in white.

It wasn’t you. It couldn’t be you. Because you had perfect lips that curled into a smile whenever you saw him, or the slope of your nose that curved just right.

“Doris, would you give us a minute, please?” Dr. Choi’s words break Sam out of his trance. He doesn’t look up at the nurse, Doris, but hears her give a small of course.

“Are you sure it’s them?” Sam asks, gently placing a hand on the bed railing. He notices that you’re hooked up to a vent, meaning that you’ve been intubated at some point.

“Yeah,” Ethan replies, solemn. “We found their hospital badge in their pants pocket.” He places the gauze down on a metal tray before pulling out a charred badge. Your badge.

Ethan holds it out for him, and he takes it with shaky hands. The plastic had curled up from the heat, and burn marks covered up your name. But he can make out part of your face. Sam could recognize your eyes anywhere. He loved those eyes.

He clears his throat before speaking. “How bad is it?” Finally looking up at Dr. Choi, seeing that he has a very grim look on his face.

“It’s pretty bad, Sam.” He admits. “The burns are only on the anterior side of their body, besides their head. They’ve got deep-partial thickness on their legs, and full thickness throughout the rest of their body. We just hung Ringer’s lactate.” Ethan pauses to take a breath.

“What else, Dr. Choi?” Sam can tell there’s something else he hasn’t told him yet. Ethan presses his lips together and sighs, eyes flickering over to your face.

“Their lungs were damaged extensively by smoke inhalation. Without a double lung transplant, it’s likely that they won’t ever come off the vent.”

The silence hangs in the air for what feels like an eternity. Just the sounds of the whirring and beeping of the machines. And if he listened hard enough, Sam could even hear the dripping of the IV.

“What’s the chance of them getting a transplant?” Sam knew the answer to that question, but he still had to ask.

Ethan gives him a look, and that’s all he needs to know that you won’t be getting new lungs.

“You can stay as long as you like, Sam. Maggie’s already contacted their parents and they’re getting on the first flight out here.” Sam nods at that, not trusting his voice.

He grabs a chair from behind him and situates it right next to your bed and Dr. Choi resumes his ministrations. Sam sets his elbows on his knees and makes a prayer gesture over his face. He’s not a religious man, but he knows you are. So he prays for you. Sam doesn’t know what or who he’s praying to, but he does it anyway.

****

About an hour after Dr. Choi had finished dressing your burns and Sam left him alone with you, Daniel Charles slid open the door, stepping quietly into your room.

Sam looks up at him, eyes red and head pounding with the worst headache he’d had in years. Daniel takes a seat on the other side of your bed. They sit in silence for a moment.

“I was supposed to be on that plane,” Sam finally confesses, voice croaky. “But, I offered it to them. Figured they would appreciate the getaway.”

Daniel simply nods at that, flicking his eyes over to your face.

“I-uh, proposed to them, a couple of weeks ago. We hadn’t told anyone yet, figured we’d elope instead of worrying about a wedding,” Sam continues. “They always hated having anyone fussing over them.” He lets out a humorless chuckle, tears welling up in his eyes once more.

Daniel smiles slightly, and looks down at his feet. Sam looks up at him, with a sadness Daniel had never expected to see in his eyes.

“I am sorry, Sam. For what it’s worth. They’re a great neurosurgeon, and one of the best people I’ve worked with.”

Sam sighs, a smile crossing his face as he remembers the first time he met you. “I never knew what they saw in me, they were too good for me.” He bites the inside of his cheek.

“Look, Sam. Why don’t you go get something to eat? I’ll stay with them, keep ‘em company,” Daniel offers, and Sam hesitates before nodding, standing up slowly.

“Uh, their parents are flying in. I don’t know when they’ll get here.” He trails off, not sure what else to say.

“Of course, I’ll let you know if they get here while you’re gone,” Daniel reassures him, and Sam gives him a simple nod before stepping out into the E.D.

****

On his way back from the cafeteria, he passes Doris, the nurse working on you earlier. Sam contemplates for a moment before walking over to where she was filling out some paperwork.

He clears his throat to get her attention. She looks up, and her gaze softens when she recognizes him.

“Can I help you with something, Dr. Abrams?” She asks, her voice quiet.

“I, uh, was wondering if you had found a ring on their left hand, at all?” He asks her, shoving his hands into his coat pockets anxiously.

“I don’t think so, but I’ll double check,” Doris reassures him, and he nods his head, giving her a quiet thank you before returning to your room.

There, instead of finding Daniel Charles like he was expecting, Sam finds Sharon Goodwin standing over your bed. She gives him a small smile.

“Dr. Charles was paged to help another patient, and he asked me to stay with them until you came back. How are you doing, Sam?” She asked, tilting her head, lips pressed into a thin line.

Sam swallows hard, not sure what he should say to her.

“As good as I can be,” Is what he finally settles on, and Sharon hums at his response.

“Well, I’ll let you have some more time with them. Do you know when their parents will be here?” Sharon asks.

“Next couple of hours. They’re divorced but on the same flight.” Sam takes a seat once more.

“Alright, let me know when they get here.” Sam nods, and as Sharon leaves Doris comes in.

“I looked for a ring in their personal belongings, but I couldn’t find any. Sorry.”

Sam watches as she replaces your empty IV bag with a new one.

****

Another two hours pass by in a blur, doctors and nurses that Sam only vaguely recognizes passing in and out of your room. At some point, Dr. Choi comes in to inform him that you’re being moved up to the ICU to make room for other patients.

He walks along with you as you’re taken to your new room. His shock has turned into frustration and anger. You shouldn’t be laying on this bed, waiting for a lung transplant you’ll never get.

Sam watches from a distance as you’re moved from the transplant vent to the mechanical one. That should’ve been him.

That should’ve been him.

****

You thank the cab driver before stepping out into the crisp Chicago air. A harsh difference from the warm breeze of Honolulu. You walk around the cab to grab your bags. Though all you wanted to do was go home and get some rest, there were loose ends you needed to tie up at the hospital.

You swing your backpack over your shoulder, wanting to get out of the cold weather when you’re suddenly stopped by the large figure of Dr. Charles.

“Oh, thank God,” he exclaims, a bewildered but ecstatic look on his face.

“Didn’t realize you missed me that much, Dr. Charles,” confused as to why he was so happy to see you.

“Everyone-everyone thinks you were part of a plane crash. They think you’re in the ICU.” He sounds out of breath and is staring at you intensely.

It takes you a minute to process his words. You shake your head in disbelief. “What?”

“Look. Sam thinks you’re dying upstairs. Your parents are on a plane to see you right now.” Daniel’s words are coming out so fast you can barely understand them.

“O-okay.” Daniel turns on his heel, gesturing for you to follow him.

Everything’s a blur as you make your way through the hospital. You’re pretty sure that people are calling your name and staring at you as you pass by, but you don’t care.

You lost Dr. Charles at some point, but it barely crosses your mind. You’re taking the stairs two at a time, needing to see Sam. Needing to let him know that you’re alright.

You barge through the doors into the ICU, startling Dr. Choi into dropping the papers he was holding. He calls out your name, a large smile crossing his face.

“Where’s Sam?” You demand, breathing heavily.

“He’s over there-” he’s barely pointed in the right direction before you’re running over, already having spotted the back of Sam’s head through the glass.

You nearly slide into the room, holding onto the doorframe. Sam’s head snaps up when he hears you.

He whispers your name, staring at you in awe.

“Hi, Sam.” You smile at him.

In response, he rushes at you, wrapping you up in his arms as tightly as he can.

You bury your face into his neck, reassuring him with quiet words. Sam’s tears fall onto your shoulder, and he’s shaking with sobs.

“You’re here. You’re here,” he repeats, leaning back so he can hold your face in his hands.

“I’m here, Sam. I’m here,” you repeat. He smiles before catching your lips in a passionate kiss.

You cradle the back of his head, never wanting to let him go.

****

After your reunion with Sam, you explained to him and Dr. Choi that you had wanted to spend a few extra hours in Hawaii, and had given your badge to a medical sales representative so they could take your spot in first class.

You spent your time waiting for your parents with Quinn, the poor victim that had taken your spot. You left them when their husband arrived, saying a prayer for them before joining Sam, who was waiting near the elevators.

He takes your hand and squeezes it. “Your parents are waiting downstairs for you,” Sam says.

“Hell of a way to meet the future in-laws, huh?” You joke, and he laughs quietly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you to the elevator that had just opened.

****

When your mother spotted you, she ran across the room and nearly tackled you to the ground. Your father wasn’t far behind, squeezing your shoulder as your mom held you close.

You did your best to make introductions, but with all three of you crying, it made it a bit difficult. Your mom embraced Sam warmly, whispering something to him you couldn’t hear. Your dad gave him a clap on the back, along with an approving nod.

Your dad offered to take you all out to dinner, but you and Sam both declined. All you wanted was to go home and lay with Sam until the morning came.

Once you were sure your parents had places to stay, you walked to Sam’s car, hand in hand. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he never let go of your left hand, occasionally running his thumb over your engagement ring.

Once you were laid down in bed together after a shared shower, you move to lay your head on Sam’s bare chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat.

As he traces random patterns on your bare back, you interrupt the comfortable silence.

“Let's get married tomorrow. My parents are in town and I just cheated death. Seems like a good time, right?” You sit up to look at him.

Sam’s eyes roam around your face for a minute before finally settling on your eyes.

“Okay.”

[pushupcontest]

Chicago Med Group Chat

Pt. 7: Connor’s phone

Mental illness specialist or wtvr: Daniel

Pepper spray girl: Sarah

Unknown number 1: Elsa 

Unknown number 2: Lanik

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): Noah

Attending: Latham 

Will (can’t fucking spell): guys i hav good new. I have leaenee how to spell (sorta!)

Unknown number 1: Yeah, thanks to me. You are all very welcome by the way. 

Nat: You are fired. He still can’t spell. 

Maggie: Is someone jealous? ;)

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: Hey Sarah ;)

Nat: No, not jealous at all.

Pepper spray girl: Heyyy :)))

April: Elsa, you should have taught him better. Also Nat, you are definitely jealous!

Ms. Goodwin: 🤣

Me💰: who’s pepper spray girl?

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: what are you talking about?

Unknown number 1: You don’t need to be jealous, Natalie. Will is not my type. At all.

Unknown number 2: He better not be…

Me💰: 1 of my contacts says pepper spray girl but idk who that is

Ethan: Oh. That might be my fault.

Will (can’t fucking spell): HEY! Wtf elsea???

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): Ohh yeah i remember when sarah did that lmao

Pepper spray girl: …

Mental illness specialist or wtvr: You guys need to be more sensitive. 

Ms. Goodwin: Maggie, the idea you had yesterday really impressed the board. You are the best head nurse!

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): But she’s the only head nurse

Ms. Goodwin: 🤣

Me💰: ethan did you change my contacts last night at the bar???

Ethan: I might’ve. 

Pepper spray girl: fuck you ethan

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: 🔪

Maybe: Sam Abrams: …

Maybe: Jay Halstead: I’m so confused right now… 

Maggie: Thank you, Sharon!

April: Ethan, you were at a bar last night???? You told me you couldn’t help take care of Vincent because you were working?

Ethan: Oops

April: Oops? That’s all you have to say?

Unknown number 2: You guys have a kid???

Maybe: Sam Abrams: You guys talk too much, I’m muting this.

April: No, Vincent is Ethan’s sister's kid.

Unknown number 2: Ethan has a sister???

Ethan: Sorry April, but I already see Emily too often now that she volunteers at the hospital.

April: Ethan, you are so irresponsible. 

Me💰: wait i was so confused about the contact that i forgot to acknowledge the fact that you sent a winky face to sarah???

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: yeah…

Pepper spray girl: ;)

Maggie: ;)

Ethan: And you are so critical. How can you blame me for not wanting to spend time with my sister who literally stole drugs from the hospital???

Pepper spray girl: emily did what????

Ms. Goodwin: Ethan, I think you, Emily, and I need to have a little chat… 

Unknown number 1: Why am I not surprised? 

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): Omgg drammmaaaa

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): Someone’s abt to get fired

April: Noah, you should not be laughing at such a serious situation. 

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): No

Me💰: not to interrupt whatever this is but ava??? are you flirting with sarah?

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: yes

Ethan: What the hell, April?? Emily and I might lose our jobs because of you.

Me💰: you’re a crazy bitch we’re over

You have changed Avey ❤️❤️❤️ to Crazy bitch

You have changed Pepper spray girl to Pepper spray girl (ava’s crush)

You have changed Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???) to Dude who won’t stfu (noah)

Crazy bitch: rot. in. hell!!!

Ethan: We’re over too, April

April: Fine, as long as I get your sister in the breakup.

Unknown number 1: And we’re over too, Lanik.

Unknown number 2: What????

Unknown number 1: Jk ;)

Unknown number 2: … Attending: I hope this breakup doesn’t impede you two from acting professionally during surgery.

[mormon-character-tournament]

Group Two Round Two

Character info from submissions under the cut

Sam Abrams (Headcanon) Sam is a neurosurgeon and a minor character in Chicago Med. He has a very dead pan delivery when he talks, and can come off as almost brash or rude to people or patients that don't know him very well. Despite that, he has a soft spot for kids and pediatric patients. He has a daughter, Lucy, and a wife Michelle. It's mentioned in the show that Michelle's not Lucy's mother. Headcanon: I imagined Sam was an active member as child and young adult, but now he's not, but he still holds the beliefs he was raised with. When the time for his mission came, Sam was kinda starting to crack. He had a rough time during it, struggling with his belief the church. But, he stayed faithful and diligent. He got married, had his daughter, became a neurosurgeon, and continued putting on a facade of being okay with everything. When he eventually got divorced, Sam stopped going to church completely. Though he's inactive, he still holds the basic beliefs of the church, but he only ever talks about it with his wife.

Elder Jared Phelps (Canon) A recently returned missionary, who, since returning has been the complete Butt Monkey of all who knew him. His family moved without telling him, he lost his job and his girl, and to add insult to injury, got thrown in jail for a crime he didn't commit. Life kicks him while he's still down. He just returned from his mission. Frankly it's a miracle he's still a member after the day he's had.

[garadinervi]

Poetry Project flyer, The Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church in-the-Bowery, New York, NY, 1967 [Courtesy Larry Fagin]

[bullet-prooflove]

Send me a made-up fic title and I'll tell you what I would write to go with it

When Does the Heart Move On?

The Fight Before Christmas - You and Sam get into a fight after he discovers you've been keeping a secret from him.

Should Have - Companion piece to The Fight Before Christmas - There's a lot of things Sam should have done.

Fraught - Companion piece to The Fight Before Christmas and Should Have - Sam makes a decision regarding your relationship.

Sign Here - You confront Sam after he sends you divorce papers.

The truth is it doesn’t, at least not for you.

Your divorce decree had arrived today in the mail, you're now a single woman but you’re still in love with your ex-husband. You think you always will be.

When you go to Molly’s that night it’s because you don’t want to be alone. You may not know the people around you but there’s a comfortable atmosphere and a friendly face at the bar.

You’re sipping a glass of top shelf bourbon when you feel his eyes on you from across the door. It’s the same as it’s always been between the two of you, that spark of heat, that flush of desire.

He looks back down at his glass before he sets it down. You watch as he approaches you. You don’t say anything as he takes your hand, as he pulls you outside, as he kisses you, the way you like to be kissed. When you end up in his bed, he loves you the way he always has, his eyes locked on yours as he makes you come so hard his new neighbours must hear the sound of your voice.

In the aftermath you lay tangled up in each other, his lips brushing over yours as he stares into your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers against your lips. “I just got so lost.”

“I know Sam.” You say softly, your forehead coming to rest upon his. “I was a little lost too.”

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[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Would you read this pairing? (Chicago Med)

So i have this idea sketched out in my brain and was wondering if you would read it.

[chicagomedmadness]

If she loses the child, Sam crying already hurt me enough. NO MORE.

[crockettmarcel]

@dochudson our husbands look so good here!

[academicelephant]

I swear I haven’t ever seen Sam smiling as much as he did with his wife 🤭

Also, have you guys noticed how low voice he has?!