A/N: So I'm back with another Rheese story...Basically I hated that Connor was so harsh with Sarah recently, I don't like that he went from looking out for her to tearing her down. So it's my own fix-it for after season 3 episode 6. Please review, I'd love to hear your thoughts!

The familiar noise of Molly's was comforting. Connor sat, lost in the crowd, nursing a drink at the bar. After the day he had had, he just wanted to be alone. But he knew he couldn't just sit alone in his apartment all night by himself, there were just too many reminders of Robyn.

At the mere thought of his now ex-girlfriend, he took another swig of his drink. It had been a long week, first Robyn had just up and left him with no indication of where she had gone, and when she finally got in contact, merely tried to break up with him over the phone. He didn't want that and they had argued for what felt like hours over the phone, while he sat alone in the apartment they had once shared. So she relented, told him where she was and he gotten the first flight out to see her.

She had been calm, and more contented in herself than she had been for months. And while Connor had been happy to see her happy, it also resulted in being a hard pill to swallow. She was right, she was better off away from him. She explained it all, in the calm, collected manner that he wasn't used to anymore. She understood that he just wanted to help, that he wanted to fix her, to save her but she told him that he didn't really love her. And it was nobody's fault, they were just better off apart now, to start afresh.

She was smiling as she waved him off to the airport, and at least it gave him the peace of mind that she was on a much better path, that she would be able to fight her illness better away from Chicago Med. But it still hurt. The entire plane ride home was ruined by the horrendous pain of feeling like someone had just ripped his heart out while also hitting him over the head with a metal bar. He was confused, hurt and miserable.

Because he had genuinely loved Robyn. Or at least he had thought he did. The seeds of doubt in his mind that she had planted about his true intentions confused him even more and left him with more questions to ponder.

It was how he found himself there at the bar, quite contented in his own misery. That was until April appeared at his side. He had been well aware his colleagues were at Molly's. He had seen them arrive and find a table, Natalie, Will, Ethan and April but he just wasn't in the mood of being surrounded by happy couples.

April ordered another round of drinks before turning her attention to him, "Rough day?"

He scoffed, "You have no idea."

As if his whole ordeal with Robyn wasn't enough, Ava Bekker had taken another one of his surgeries while he had been away, and being outdone in work had just been salt in his wounds.

She nodded, then sighed and shook her head slightly, "I can't see how it'd be any worse than Sarah's."

"As in Reese?" He asked, completely perplexed, while also cringing slightly at hearing the younger doctor's name, he had nearly taken her head off the last time he had spoken with her about Robyn's care.

"Yeah." She nodded, "did you not year about everything?"

"I've been a little preoccupied." He practically snarled while immediately regretting the edge to his words. "What happened?"

"She attacked a patient with pepper spray."

April said it as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world, but Connor nearly choked on his drink. Reese? The same conscientious, big hearted doctor that he knew?

"You're not serious?" It was the most out of character thing he had ever heard.

"Yeah, I am." She sighed. "Noah said she's been having a hard time since Dr Charles got shot. Her prescription pad had been stolen, her tires slashed, her car broken into and then Dr Charles attacked again? It's a lot to take on."

Connor was stuck for words. But he knew there was no way she would attack a patient without reason.

"I had no idea."

"None of us did."

"She did take Noah's attack bad though didn't she? Asking Maggie something about being safe right?"

"Yeah."

"I just assumed it was a one off thing." He confessed.

"Well like you said, you were preoccupied, you have an excuse for not noticing. She avoided the ED like the plague and we didn't do anything about it."

"Well the ED isn't exactly a calm work environment. Don't feel too bad about it." He told her as she collected her drinks. "Reese will get through it. Have a good night."

"Thanks Connor, you too." She smiled slightly before leaving him to his thoughts once again.

Reese attacking a patient. It wasn't a group of words that Connor thought he would ever string together.

His drink suddenly didn't sit well in his stomach. He had nearly tore her apart the last day he had spoken to her, questioned her competence as a doctor and went over her head for a second opinion.

How could he have not seen that something was wrong with her? He had always been able to read her like a book. Ever since the first day he had arrived in the ED when she was a nervous medical student. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, to him anyway. She was always desperate to help her patients, always double checking, always putting in more effort than any other of the medical students the ED had had.

She had been cut up over Dr Wheeler's death, for not being quick enough to notice.

Connor felt like someone had punched him in the gut. She was a good colleague, a more than capable doctor, and nobody had noticed her at all.

Instead, he just gave her a hard time over Robyn. Anyone else, he realised now, Ethan or Will or anyone else would have called him up on his behaviour. Sick girlfriend or not, there was no reason to treat a colleague like that. But Reese, the woman who had spent a long time doubting her own abilities? She had just taken all his misplaced frustration over Robyn's progress, and never said a word.

The noise was too much, all of a sudden. He left money on the counter, grabbed his jacket and made his way outside for some air. The cold Chicago air nearly burned his lungs.

He nearly felt dizzy with all the thoughts bounding around his head. He felt lost, like he didn't even know who he was anymore. He had spent months and months with Robyn, caring for her, loving her, trying to protect her, for it all to come to nothing, for him to all alone again. He felt like all his ties had been cut, like he was floating with no purpose anymore.

He had fallen behind in work. He had lied to himself for a long time, pretending that he hadn't. But he had. And he had to refocus. He wasn't like him to drop the ball on his career. It was what had separated him from his father's legacy. Connor had carved his own path. But that was now in danger of losing its reputation.

And Reese. He had burned his bridges there, no doubt. And now without his Robyn blinkers on, he needed to rebuild some resemblance of a working relationship with her. She had done her best by Robyn. He owed her his thanks, at least.

And it troubled him quite a bit more than he would like to admit. That she had been struggling, that nobody had noticed and that he might have made things worse.

But he had his own life to work on, one without Robyn and one with a career in need of care.

But there was something that he needed to do first.

He needed to find out if Reese was okay.