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"Do I need to admit you into the psych ward?" a condescending and angered voice asked, "Or are you just that stupid?"

The voice belonged to Maggie, though Halstead was furiously pacing the length of the hospital room, a hand over his mouth as if to stop himself from saying anything he'd regret.

Rhodes laid in his hospital bed, annoyance written on his face. He wasn't a child, but a board certified trauma surgeon and soon to be cardiothoracic one. He detested anyone babying or patronizing him (hence why he hated being a patient), but one thing he couldn't stand was being told off, he had had enough of that as a child. Especially with Cornelius Rhodes as a father.

"I mean there needs to be something off for you to think that getting up and about just hours after a surgery and being stabbed was a good idea!" she continued.

"Thank you, mom," Rhodes replied, voice colored with sarcasm.

"You're damn right," she lashed back.

"Look, I don't get the big deal. I went to med school too, I think I know how it goes," Rhodes added, very much hating how he lied in a hospital bed while everyone else around him stood.

"The big deal?!" Will couldn't help himself, "You ripped open your stitches again and all that hard work Dr. Schultz put in keeping you alive is being wasted!"

It was true. Connor heard a rip right when Will caught him (which they agreed never to speak about again) and his white gown was soon plastered in blood.

Will himself put the stitches back in, though Rhodes insisted on doing it himself. He didn't budge on changing his gown, however, if there was one thing he was going to do on his own it was changing out of his clothes.

A nurse walked in at the perfect moment, cutting Connor off from a nasty retort, and had a big smile stamped on her face.

"Alright Dr. Rhodes," everyone knew him in the hospital and about the whole stabbing ordeal, which had to be the worst part for Connor, "I'm going to administer your medication-"

She walked over and was going to lift Rhodes' sleeve when he stopped her saying, "I can do that, thank you."

Grabbing the syringe, he read to make sure the dosage was correct before plunging it in his forearm, not even wincing. The nurse stood there, no words coming to her.

Will face palmed and Maggie pursued her lips, shaking her head. Rhodes handed the needle back to her as she walked out and asked, "So whatever happened with the schizophrenic that stabbed me?"

"They never found him, he left the hospital before we had the chance to lockdown," Maggie explained.

"And don't try to go one any vendetta rampages," Halstead sighed, exhausted, "None of us can deal with that right now."

Rhodes gave Will a glare, thoroughly annoyed with his two visitors at this point. The loud beeping of Will and Maggie's pagers saved Connor from doing anymore talking.

Maggie said, "Two way car accident," then, looking at Rhodes she said, "We'll be back as soon as we can. Don't make any stupid decisions!"

Both ER staff members exited and Connor sighed in relief. He understood they cared for him and were only concerned about his welfare, but he was never the loving and caring type.

Now that he was alone, Rhodes finally endured the extent of his injuries. He put on a brave face for his friends, but man, ripping those stitches really took a toll on him. Rhodes felt nauseous and underneath his covers his hands were shaking and were unnaturally pale. He already had lost a lot of blood from his stab wound, he couldn't risk losing anymore. I mean he could take a hit, but stabbing was pushing it.

The nurse, Grace, entered again after a few minutes to see that her patient was incredibly pale and sweating. Rhodes' eyes were closed and his face was pinched in pain. She noticed how hard he was shivering and pulled the blankets up, Rhodes opening his eyes to see who it was. His sharp, blue irises screamed of misery and exhaustion and she soothingly said, "I'll make the visiting hours end a little early."

Rhodes nodded in thanks weakly and dizzily, not in the mood or mindset to see anybody.

"Get some rest and I'll higher your morphine," she said, reaching over to his IV, but felt a cold hand close around her wrist.

"No," Connor panted, "Leave it."

Although confused, Grace nodded and checked her patient's vitals before leaving again.

Rhodes couldn't stand pain medication, pain was what made us human. And he was used to pain, hell, his household growing up was one big pain in the butt.

He tried closing his eyes, but he could feel the fast workings of a pulverizing migraine setting in. He pulled up his blankets a little more, feeling like he was in Antarctica, his shivering making it seem so, and mentally prepared himself for the long night.

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"Visiting hours ending early…" Maggie complained, pouting at the nurses station as she reiterated what the nurse told her, "Early my-"

"Now, now," April chuckled, "We can put the claws away."

Maggie didn't hear her. Just continued to stare straight ahead in a slump, "I mean what does she know anyways?"

April just rolled her eyes and left her sulking friend, knowing there was no getting through to her until she saw Rhodes when visiting hours opened back up again later this morning.

Natalie ended up straying towards the nurse's station and upon seeing Maggie in a pout, walked over, concerned.

"Maggie, what's wrong?" she asked.

"The healthcare system," she said back, grouchily.

Manning smiled, laughing at her friend's complaint, and said, "Visiting hours start in 20 minutes, find me and we'll go up and say hi together."

Maggie halfheartedly nodded and Natalie laughed away, laughing.

Her pager went off and twenty minutes soon breezed by.

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"When I came up and checked on him last night he was fine, sassy if I might add, but vitals were stable and-" Maggie abruptly cut off her conversation with Natalie and dropped her coffee cup on the floor, making it spill everywhere.

"Maggie! What's wrong?" Manning demanded, noticing the shock written on her friend's face.

But Maggie couldn't respond, just stood staring at the empty room ahead of them. No doctor or patient in sight. Which was the problem.

Seeing how Maggie wasn't going to respond, Natalie looked around and a familiar name on the door tag caught her attention.

It read: C. RHODES.

"What the-" Natalie strode into the room and saw used covers strewn all over the bed, small blood stains along the white sheets, and no Dr. Connor Rhodes in sight.