DISCLAIMER: I do not own Chicago Med or any of the characters. Saw how successful my other Chicago Med fix was, decided to write another one. Again, mainly centered on Rhodes. Still sad to see not a lot of C. Med stories out there, but the genre is growing little by little! Anyways, first chapter. Enjoy and please review! (BTW so excited for S2 premiere)'
It was a usual day for the doctors of Gaffney Hospital. Civilians run over by cars, cardiac arrest, the unlucky guy who got mugged, or even the common cold always came in through the sliding glass doors of the ER. Today seemed like any other day, or so they seemed, and it started off with the usual routine.
"Dr. Choi," Maggie raised a patient chart at the approaching figure of Ethan, "Trauma 2, deep laceration to the right shoulder."
Choi responded with a quick, "thanks," before diving into his next patient.
As the blinking sirens of the ambulance outside flashed through the department, Maggie sighed as another flurry of people, patients, and gurneys strode in.
April came up next to Maggie, who saw her co-worker to be in a foul mood, "What is it, Maggie? she asked, sympathetically.
Maggie responded in a sarcastic tone, circling some words on the paper in front of her, "What is it with gloomy, Chicago days and everyone deciding to die all of a sudden? Get free housing in one of my beds?"
"Someone's just cranky her ER bed and breakfast got a bad review," April joked back before running off to tend to a patient.
"Mmmhmm," was her friend's only reply.
Another swoosh of the doors opening and the sound of the gurney wheels treading over the floor.
"17 year old female, hypothermic. Found in a an alley, dehydrated, in shock, and multiple minor traumas. We already started her on fluids," a paramedic recited back to Maggie, following the nurse into an empty trauma room.
"Good, the doctor will be right in," she assured him, before stepping into the room's doorway and motioning for Dr. Halstead to take on the case.
"Can't, sorry," he smiled a million bucks smile as an apology, but that didn't sway Maggie, "Got a patient."
"And why is that, doctor?" she folded her arms and looked at him, attitude resonating in her every move.
"Have I mentioned you look gorgeous in those scrubs? My god, you're making all the men here swoon," he complimented before turning around and stepping into a trauma room.
Maggie huffed, annoyed and tired, before calling the next doctor she saw in sight, "Dr. Manning! Natalie!" she called her by her friend's first name when she didn't hear her.
When Natalie approached, all smiles, Maggie reiterated what the paramedic had told her, "She's a little shaken up. Think you can handle it in there?"
"Absolutely," Manning responded, smiling, before stepping into the room and, in a soft tone, introduced herself to her patient.
Maggie nodded before returning to her desk, only to get a code for a 911 on her pager, direct from dispatch. Suicide attempt. A bad one by the looks of it.
"Ok, ok…" she half-whispered to herself, "Alright, clear trauma room 1! Trauma two minutes out!"
Maggie looked around for a doctor she trusted to take on the heavy case. Just who she wanted to see.
"Rhodes!" he looked up from a patient's chart he was signing off on, "Big trauma on its way in. You ready?"
He hurriedly walked over and set the chart down, attention on Maggie's words. Throwing on some new, clean gloves, Rhodes smirked at her and said, "It's another one of those days, Maggie.
Maggie responded with a "tell me about it," before the current trauma case came bursting through the doors. The gurney was slick with blood and there was heaps of gauze mounted on every part of the patient, all soaked in red. One paramedic was performing compressions on the patient's sternum, hoping to restore a heart rhythm. The others, along with the new team of nurses, pushed the gurney to the nearest trauma bay.
"What do we got?" Rhodes demanded from the paramedics, entering the room with a gown.
"31 year old female. Suicide attempt. Massive trauma to the head, neck, spine, and lower extremities. She had a pneumothorax in her right lung in the field. Jumped off of a three story building, but hit a fire escape on the way down!" one of the paramedics huffed, tired from performing the previous rounds of compressions.
Except, Connor had stopped listening. Long before the paramedic even went into describing the patient's injuries, symptoms, or situation. He stood motionless at the door. Unable to move. Think. Breath.
This breach in Rhodes' usual, hard manner caught Maggie's attention, like a protective mama bear over her cubs.
It took a quick nudge from one of the ER nurses for Conner to return to Rhodes mode. The serious, composed, confident, surgeon he always was.
"Uhh, okay," he began, hesitantly bending over the unrecognizable victim, "Julie, take over compressions," Rhodes pointed to a random nurse.
"Someone page cardio, ortho, neuro, and plastics for an emergency consult. Start a central line, push a 100 mg of morphine. And also!" Connor shouted to the entire trauma room, "we're going to need blood, and lots of it!"
He went back down to patient and started to try and control the bleeding. Namely, save this woman's life.