DISCLAIMER: I do not own Chicago Med or any of the characters. Sorry for the long breaks between updates, but if you've ever read my previous pics you already know it takes a little bit for me to update. Anyways, here's the next chapter. As I'm writing, I'm starting to realize that this fix is going to be more emotionally hurtful for Rhodes (even though there will be some definite physical injury) so bear with me, it's not going to be all sappy and whatnot. Please review and enjoy!

Rhodes quickly exited the room of the newly stabilized suicidal patient who was on her way up to the OR right now. He had asked the other trauma surgeon on call to handle her operation, unable to stand in the same room as the patient any longer. He ripped off his gown, shredded his gloves, and was on his way to the nearest restroom. It was all too familiar. Bringing memories back that he had suppressed years ago. Rhodes needed to clear his head, repress the thoughts of his mother threatening to arise.

Maggie didn't miss a minute of it. She saw Connor, walk out of the trauma bay white as a sheet and sweating, remove his gown with shaky hands. He was making a bee line towards the bathroom, and she couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into him. This wasn't the cool collected surgeon she had grown to know and love.

"Halstead!" she hissed Will's name as he exited a trauma room after an evaluation.

He looked up when she called his name and made his way over to the nurses's station as he smiled at an nurse who scooted past him.

"Yes Maggie?" he questioned, focus still on his iPad where he updated his most recent patient's history.

"Hey, is Rhodes okay? Have you noticed anything wrong with him lately? Because I just saw him and-" she cut off when she saw that Dr. Halstead was busy typing away and hadn't heard a word she just said.

She made a face and crossed her arms, staring at Will in silence.

He still didn't notice. Just quickly grumbled about how much he "detested technology" as he pressed a wrong button.

"Oh, look! Natalie!" Maggie teased.

Will instantly perked up, almost dropping the iPad in an effort to look for Manning. When he didn't see her he looked back at Maggie curiously and confused.

"I will never understand doctors," Maggie murmured to herself before grabbing Will by the chin and emphasized slowly, "Rhodes. Is. He. Okay."

"Connor?" Will asked, confused at why Maggie asked, "Why do you ask?"

"It's just-" she cut off and pulled Will to the corner when she noticed a few eavesdropping nurses, restating in a quieter voice, "It's just that I saw him come out of a patient's room and he looked all shaken up. I was wondering if anything happened or something was wrong."

"Nothing that I know of…" he stopped to think, "But, why ask me?"

Halstead looked at Maggie questioningly and honestly naive of her intention. She stared back, arms folded and glare going strong.

"You want ME to ask him?!" he said what she was thinking, flabbergasted.

"Yes!" she answered, "Look, if I ask, I know he won't tell me. I already act like your guys' mother so do this for your momma!" she hissed, really milking it.

He sighed, trying to find an excuse to get out of this one but couldn't. Plus, Maggie was on the war path with this one, there was no use in fighting.

"Fine, fine" he groaned, "But all my traumas get rerouted to Choi."

She smiled before he turned around, on the lookout for the trauma surgeon he was supposed to find.

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When he managed to get to the restroom after leaving his patient, Rhodes was a mess. His hands were shaking so hard that he could barely get the latch on the door shut. His breaths were coming out in gasps that were dangerously quick. the whole room spinning in different directions.

"What the hell?" was the outraged question Rhodes asked himself in a rugged, weak tone, looking down at his shivering, cold fingers.

This wasn't normal. This wasn't what was supposed to happen after a patient came in. Sure, she jumped off of a roof (which was truly horrific) but it wasn't like this was his first attempted suicide case. He had seen just about anything, some even more gruesome.

So what struck the chord with this specific one? He knew the answer. Early 30s, dark hair, pale complexion, depressed outlook. It was his mom all over again. The last time something like this happened to Connor he left his broken family and moved to some Spanish-speaking country for residency.

He glanced in the mirror, and his eyes widened at the image he saw. Face drained of all color, body slumped, breathing heavy, and heart racing. He needed a place to calm down and fast, because this could take a turn for the worse really quickly. Splashing some water over his face, Rhodes gained a little composure before heading out again.

….

And that's when Rhodes found himself on the roof. The only place in the whole hospital, all of Chicago, that he could get wrapped up in the breeze of the Windy City. He didn't have to think of his overbearing trauma fellowship, the new cardio fellowship now on top of that, his broken family, estranged sister, manipulative father….dead mother.

Damn, that patient, Rhodes thought in his mind. She really brought back cruel memories of his mom's motionless body, his father's false tears at her funeral, and her noticeable lack of presence throughout his childhood.

Here he watched the flow of ambulances enter the emergency bay, the ant-like forms of the people below, and let out a big sigh, closing his eyes.

Yet, he immediately opened them, gasping as he did. Engrained in his mind was the image of his lifeless, dead mother. Lying before him. Even the rooftop couldn't cure his anxiety.

Before he could continue trying to unwind, his pager blew up. Groaning, Rhodes glanced at it and saw a call from Dr. Downey.

Great, Connor thought, turning towards the door, "Probably going to make me sit in his office and listen to another hour of Hawaiian music."

The door shut behind the surgeon.

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