DISCLAIMER: I do not own Chicago Med or any of the characters. Sorry for that super long update, I hurt my knee really badly and had no time to write. Here's the next chapter and thank you to all those great fans urging me on!
It had been a long three days for Will. He had a colleague in the hospital, his new attending duties were constantly occupying him, and on top of that, the uncooperative patient he was seeing right now.
"No, Mr. Parker," he had explained this to his argumentative patient multiple times, "It's just an endoscopy. We need to look inside your digestive tract and see if what you swallowed is causing any internal damage."
Still, his patient would grumble and not let Will touch him. Halstead just sighed, exhausted and fed up. When he had just had had enough of Mr. Parker's apprehension, Maggie gave a loud knock on the door.
"He's up," she said, out of breath as if she had run down three flights of stairs, which she probably did.
Will was immediately on his feet, turning towards his patient and saying, "Alright, Mr. Parker, I'll keep this bed pan next to you and if you feel it coming up, do it in here."
And he was out the door.
….
The first thing Rhodes noticed when he opened his eyes was why he was hearing the sound of something beeping when he should be at home in his own bed. And he should be feeling the soft, fuzziness of his own comforter but instead got a handful of thin, loose sheets. This wasn't right, and as his heavy eyelids began to adjust to the light pouring into the room, he became greatly confused.
And was that a heart monitor clip on his index? Was that the sound of his IV drip refilling?
What the hell? he thought, it beginning to dawn where he was.
His mind groggy, it took a little time for his surroundings to come to life. Slowly, a crash cart was evident in the background and he recognized his name on white board on the wall.
"W-what?" he murmured, anxiously ripping off his sheets and removing the blinking heart monitor clip from his finger.
This was not happening, nor was he going to let it.
He leaned forward, but instantly cringed. A slamming pain ripped through his abdomen, radiating throughout his body.
He gasped, toughing it out, and clutched his abdomen, ruffling his sagging, hospital gown. Gritting his teeth, Rhodes swung his feet over the bed and placed them on the floor, determined to get out of here as soon as possible.
He tried not crying out from the burning in his midsection, but couldn't help letting out a small yelp. Though he had it implanted in his mind to get the heck out of here as soon as possible. Out of here first, worry about everything else later.
His surroundings were woozy and flushed, the pain in his abdomen crushing him, and as he attempted to take a step, he couldn't stop himself from falling from the stabbing in his stomach.
He tried to reach for the bedside table on his way down, possibly to break his fall, yet didn't make it.
He heard a voice call, "Rhodes!" and stomping footsteps as someone ran over to him and propped him up with a strong grasp.
He was placed back on the bed, panting from exhaustion, and, dejectedly, faced the livid glare coming from Halstead in front of him and the lecture he was sure was going to follow suit.