I know I have a lot of other incomplete stories! I'm really sorry about that. I've gotten hooked on Chicago Med and couldn't believe that there wasn't any fanfiction with whump for Doctor Rhodes. He's my favorite. You should really watch it. Look up Colin Donnell and you'll understand what I mean when he shouldn't be allowed to live. (Just kidding. He's too hot to die.) Anyway, I couldn't keep this idea to myself. There's a lot of ways I'm thinking of taking this, so let's see how it goes... (I did write this at one in the morning because I couldn't sleep.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago Med or any of the characters.

Doctor Connor Rhodes just left his last patient, a young girl is appendicitis when he glanced at the clock. It was 3 in the morning. He needed to be back in the ER in 5 hours. He didn't even have night shift. He groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was exhausted and hadn't been feeling good the past few days. It was just a headache, but in the past few hours, it had gotten worse. He could feel a cough coming on and knew he needed sleep and plenty of cough medicine. He suspected that this cold was brought on by stress. His father had been worse lately. Threatening to disown him, the whole shebang. Claire had expressed concerns for their father's mental state. Connor, not wanting to upset Claire, had said to try to set up an appointment with someone in the new psych ward, but their father was extremely stubborn and refused to talk to anyone.

Connor shook his head. It was too late, or early, for these kinds of family problems. He signed out and grabbed his bag, adjusting the strap. He was still in his scrubs, but couldn't be bothered to change. He'd just sleep in these and grab a clean pair at his apartment. Maggie smiled at him.

"You shoulda clocked out hours ago, hun." He gave her a tired smile.

"Well, ya know. One of my patients needed an emergency appendectomy and the parents wouldn't allow anyone to do the operation." Maggie smiled.

"Make sure you get some rest. I don't want to see you in here before 8. I know that's when you're supposed to be here, but you have a tendency to come in early." Rhodes smiled.

"I'll keep that in mind." He then turned and walked through the first set of doors, pausing to let a gurney past. It was hard not to run and help, but he knew Will could handle it. He stepped out of the final set of doors, and the first thing that registered was the freezing night air. He heard a faint swishing noise, and the second thing that registered was an arrow embedding itself in it's chest, cracking the glass behind him.

His eyes widened and his breathing quickened. He felt behind him and felt the point of the arrow protruding from his back. He was having trouble breathing and he needed to get the bleeding stopped, but he couldn't get his body to obey his commands. He knew he was going into shock as he collapsed onto the ground, bag sliding off his arm. He could hear someone coming out of the door, and shouts for help before he lost consciousness. His final thought before the blackness consumed him was a simple Did it have to be an arrow?

Will was having a nice break with a cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand. Night shift sucked, no matter what happened. Natalie had the night shift, covering for a friend. Helen was watching Owen for the night while she worked. They were talking quietly when their pagers went off. They got up, leaving their half empty coffee cups behind as they ran to the ER. They were surprised when Maggie looked absolutely panicked as she gestured to the front doors where there were several doctors surrounding a prone figure. As the duo approached, Will's heart jumped to his throat when he realized who the person laying on the ground. Natalie gasped moments after Will came to the same resolution. It was Connor.

Will spared no time approaching his friend. The doctors and nurses already around him moved out of the way, knowing he was one of the most experienced ER doctors in the hospital. Will's eyes almost bugged out of his skull when he saw the arrow sticking out of Connor's abdomen, right below the pectoral muscles. There was an oxygen mask on his face and the arrow was splinted in place. He had an IV in his arm and everyone was looking at him. He started shouting out orders as Natalie came behind him. She crouched down and gently stroked Rhodes' cheek, noticing the pinched expression of pain on his face. She spoke gently and quietly to Will, who barely heard her.

"Has he been given anything for the pain?" Will asked the doctors that set up the IV. The men shook their heads.

"Get him a bag of morphine right now! Then let's worry about getting him into the actual ER."

Connor's whole life was a world of pain. He could barely sense anything. He almost missed the complete and silent blackness that had surrounded him moments earlier. Almost. Anything was better than that blackness. It had been all consuming and lonely. However, this extreme pain and confusion wasn't much better. He could hear people yelling, and movement, but it was all almost drown out by the haze of pain over his mind. It was radiating out from his chest. Suddenly, a quiet voice cut through the pain like a knife through butter. He felt a soft stroke on his face, and the voice said in its beautiful tones.

"Has he been given anything for the pain?"

This caused more flurry, noise, and pain. The only thing that kept him grounded was the soft stroking on his cheek. Suddenly, it disappeared and Connor flailed. He felt like he was drowning and everything was spinning out of control. He felt himself slipping back into the blackness. His world exploded in pain as his body moved. His eyes cracked his eyes open and almost cried in relief as he saw the roof of the hospital he was so familiar with. Not the blackness that he was trying to fight off. He was being gently shifting onto his side.

They needed to cut some of the arrow so that he could lay flat on gurney. He heard the faint whirring of the same tool he had used on Russell. It hadn't seemed near as terrifying back then as it did right now. The arrow was kept still as the arrowhead sticking out of his back could be cut down. After about 50 seconds, but what felt like 50 years, he was laid flat on his back. He could hear the beeping of a heart monitor and the familiar shouting of doctors. Will's face swam into his vision. He was saying something, but Connor couldn't make it out.

Breathing was nearly impossible now. He was drowning in his own blood. He felt the arrow shift in his chest and had to keep from screaming. A fresh wave of pain swept over him, but he stayed conscious. Will was his vision now. His backboard moved onto the table. He screamed in pain as the arrow shifted again, more violently. Or at least he tried to scream. It sounded more like a wet gasp.

"I know that it hurts, Connor, but I need you to talk to me." It was Will. Rhodes was a doctor, so he knew what Will needed to know. He managed to choke out a few words.

"W- Wi... Will. Ar... arrow." He couldn't say anything else, as his mouth started to fill with blood, filling up his throat and streaming out the side of his mouth. Will cursed, and called out orders. He kept talking to Rhodes though. He tilted Connor's head to the side slowly to allow him to be breath through his mouth, adjusting the oxygen mask so that it wouldn't get in the way.

"Connor, Reese is going to run a couple lines and tubes. I'm going to have to put in a chest tube. You of all people know that this isn't fun. I need you to keep as still as possible. Nat will hold you in place if that's alright." He didn't wait for an answer as Natalie came over and kept Connor's head and upper body in place. He closed his eyes in preparation. His skin was quickly sterilized and he felt the spike of pain was the incision was made. He grimaced.

"Ok Connor. Here comes the hard part." The tube was pushed through his ribs and into his lungs. Rhodes tried to move and escape the pain, but Natalie kept him in place, not letting him move. As soon as that was done, more blood started to slip past his lips. Connor started to cough. He expelled air, but couldn't seem to get any he back in. Will was to him, asking him to take short and shallow breaths, but he was full on panicking. He felt like he was being torn apart from the inside. The arrow started shifting, upsetting the near perfect plug the shaft had on the wound, blood starting to flow around the arrow.

"We have 45 seconds until he bleeds out!"

"We need two more units of blood STAT!" Dark spots swam before his eyes. Orders were shouted as Connor slowly slipped into unconsciousness, the blackness finally consumed him.