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free to use! icons without psd of nick gehlfuss of 11x02 & 10x03 of chicago med season 11
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Nick Gehlfuss with one of his Co stars of the Fool For Love Broadway Play at Stephen Wolf Theather. 📸: Chicago -Sun Times
Sending hugs always!
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Please and thank you!
There’s a tension in Will’s shoulders as he looks at you. His mouth opens and closes because he doesn’t know what to say. How do you thank the person who pulled you off that ledge? Who’d stepped in and protected you despite the fact you’d broken their heart into a thousand pieces?
the many faces of will halstead
i need him.
Dr. Halstead: Sam, don't do the surgery! Dr. Abrams: Are you on drugs? You're the one who pushed for this.
will halstead everyone <3
Minor Head Trauma (Part 1)
Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of medical jargon
AN: I’m not a doctor by any stretch and although a did a brief bit of googling on head trauma I’m sure i’ve made horrible mistakes so excuse me for that.
When an old friend of Ethan Choi’s ends up in Chicago Med’s ED she’s about to make life very difficult for Will Halstead.
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“I do not need to be here” you grouched, folding your arms across your chest and glaring at Nolan who was stood smirking at you from the far corner of the ED cubicle. The junior Officer and your long term friend was finding far too much enjoyment in your misery. “I slipped. I hit my head; my skull is fairly fucking thick I’ve been told this numerous times. I’ll be fine”
That made Nolan snort in laughter. The doctor who unfortunately for him had gotten landed with you as a patient simply looked confused. He’d introduced himself earlier as Dr Halstead, when this farce of a medical drama had begun.
“British huh Miss Y/L/N?”
“Last time I checked Dr Halstead. What about you, red head, so…Irish? A while back considering the accent is fairly standard American and boring?”
“Miss Y/L/N, if you could follow the light please” apparently, he’d simply chosen to ignore your sarcasm. He held up the tiny pen torch in front of your eyes moving it back and forth. Despite your sarcastic words you did as you were told and followed the light.
“This is ridiculous and a waste of time” you muttered still doing as he asked.
The fact you were finally being a good patient was why you happened to be looking through the small gap in the curtains at exactly the moment a ghost appeared before them.
“Holy Fuck!”
“Boss?”
Nolan knew that tone and his whole body had gone on high alert, pushing off the wall he stood upright searching for whatever it was that had put that sound in your voice. You however, had gone somewhere else, entirely transported back to memories of years ago. You pushed away Dr Halstead jumping off the bed and going straight for the curtains.
“Miss Y/L/N? Miss Y/L/N…?”
You pushed the curtains entirely away and found a broad back walking away from you towards another set of curtains, staring at a chart in his right hand.
“CHOI”
He stopped as if he’d been stunned and slowly spun looking for whoever it was who had called his name in a voice he’d equally thought to never hear again. His eyes found you and he jerked like he’d been shot.
“Miss Y/L/N…” Dr Halstead had followed you out of the cubicle and almost run into your back when you’d abruptly stopped for seemingly no reason.
“Miss?” Ethan had walked over as well “You left?”
“No. I didn’t leave”
“You two know each other?” Halstead flicked his eyes between the two of you.
“I know her… Y/N what are you doing here?”
“I hit my head; Nolan dragged me here” you summarised.
Ethan went back to focusing on Dr Halstead “what are her symptoms?”
“Minor head wound, no visible sign of further trauma”
“Hah!” you looked around Halstead and back towards where Nolan was still stood “See you idiot. I told you I was fine and did not need to be in the ED. Next time fucking listen to your commanding officer”
“Commanding officer?” now poor Dr Halstead really did look completely lost.
“Oh yeah, I knew I was forgetting something, head wound and all, it’s not miss, Dr Halstead”
“It’s not Miss? So, what is it?”
“It’s Captain” Ethan answered for you. “It’s Captain Y/L/N”
That made them all look over at you once more, you shrugged. Your military rank was something you were familiar enough with to not pay attention to anymore. What you were paying attention to though was the fact that the edges of your vision had suddenly begun to blur. That was not a good sign at all, nor was the spinning that was accompanying the blurriness.
“Uh… Dr Halstead” you reached over, not really sure what you were reaching for but hoping to find something to steady yourself with. “I, um, I don’t think…”
Your hand hadn’t found anything to hold onto and you couldn’t stay up right any longer, swaying sideways you started to go over. Halstead being the closest to you grabbed you before you hit the ground and ended up with one more head wound. “Y/L/N... Y/L/N?” he was hovering over the top of you. “Captain Y/L/N? Can you hear me?”
“Y/N?”
“Boss?”
There was a lot of people all calling your name, a lot of people all wanting your attention to be on them. You however were struggling to focus on anyone or anything, the blurriness that had previously simply been around the edges was now filming over your entire eyes.
You truly did want to answer the constant questions but your body wasn’t responding in a way you wanted it to. In fact, it wasn’t responding at all and with a final random thought of just how red Halstead’s hair was you slipped into complete blackness.
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When you finally came too once more you were laying down in a bed, there were wires attached to your chest and a rather annoying constant beeping sound from just above the right side of your head.
Your eyes flickered open and you found Nolan sat beside you scrolling down his phone.
“Nolan?”
He jerked, head shooting up to stare at you. “Boss? You’re awake! You feel alright?”
“What happened Nolan?”
He smirked “you just went over Boss, fainted away into the good doctor’s arms”
Fuck, that was going to come back to haunt you, there was no way Nolan was going to keep that quiet and whether you were ill or not the story would be spun in such a way that had you falling into Dr Halstead’s arms like some sort of 19th century damsel.
“Great” trying to navigate the abundant wires attached to you, you got your knees pulled further up to your chest. “Any word on why I fainted?”
“Fuck if I know, I ain’t a doctor”
“Nolan, seriously…” if you hadn’t already had a headache Nolan would be giving you one right now. “Will you please be helpful for once in your life, go and find me a Doctor who does know something and do it right now” Nolan’s mouth opened and you cut him off. “Any jokes on Doctors and fainting that come out of your mouth right now will get you serious one on one time with me and a certain assault course”
Nolan flinched at that and closed his mouth, “sure thing Boss” he left to go and find a doctor.
Your head was still pounding but the blurriness had thank god started to dissipate. Your vision was back and the nausea felt more like you’d drank a whole bottle of red wine on your own rather than you were stuck in a washing machine without an exit.
“Captain Y/L/N, nice to see you awake once more” Dr Halstead was back.
“I fainted”
It was a statement not a question but Dr Halstead nodded anyway. “You did”
“Why did I faint?”
“That minor trauma to your ‘thick skulled’ head. Not so minor”
“Trying to be sarcastic Doctor?”
Halstead smiled at you coming over to stand beside your bed. “Not at all Captain Y/L/N”
You didn’t believe him for a second but were willing to let it go considering the fact that you were a little concerned about the point that he had said your ‘minor’ head trauma wasn’t exactly so minor. “So, not so minor?”
“The point of impact on your skull, here” he gently pushed your hair to one side so he could look at the small cut on the side of your head where you’d landed. “you hit it harder than anyone thought, the CT scan came back, it shows you have a subdural hematoma. A bleed on your brain”
“My brain is bleeding?” that did not sound in anyway good. “How do we stop it bleeding?”
“Most hematoma’s stop on their own, your bleed is small, localised. We’ll admit you overnight to monitor you but it should be that taking a few weeks rest will be enough for it to heal up on it’s own”
“A few weeks?”
“Maybe more”
“No” shaking your head turned out to be the wrong decision as it made your vision swim in a most unhelpful way, bringing a hand up to your head you tried to stop the spinning. “I can’t be in this bed for longer than today. I need to be back…”
“That’s not happening Captain”
“You don’t understand”
“I understand that if I let you leave here and the bleed gets worse then you’ll be looking at a lot more than a few weeks in bed. How does major Neurosurgery sound?”
“Anyone ever tell you that you have a shitty bedside manner Dr Halstead”
“It’s been mentioned”
The fact that he was keeping up with your acerbic tongue actually defused quite a lot of your frustration and actually made you smile instead. You put your hand down from your head and instead wrapped them around your still drawn up knees. You wondered how Dr Halstead was going to cope with the coming storm he’d create by keeping you in this hospital.
“I’ll need to make some calls”
“You don’t have a phone?”
“Oh, I do…” reaching over you got your hand tangled in the multitude of wires, something started beeping incessantly and you cursed in frustration.
Dr Halstead grabbed your hand to stop you pulling anymore wires out, then trying to mask his own smile at your clumsiness he carefully untangled you putting your hand safely back down on the bed.
“here” he picked up your bag and handed it over to you.
“Thanks” you rooted out your phone which was flashing angrily with what was no doubt hundreds of missed calls and messages. “What did you call this thing in my head again Doc?”
“A subdural hematoma”
“Subdural hematoma. Got it” you grinned in what you hoped was a friendly manner at the good doctor. “So, who do I say it is that’s ordering this bed rest?”
“Will Halstead”
“Will… William?”
“William”
“Good to know” you unlocked your phone as Dr Halstead continued to watch you carefully. “Dr William Halstead” the poor doctor was seriously going to regret his luck in being assigned your case this morning.
“Captain Y/L/N?”
“Y/N”
“Excuse me?”
“Its Y/N, you don’t have to keep calling me Captain Y/L/N, and before you get chance to finish that question, I'm on a short-term deployment with the rest of my unit to the Great Lakes training area. I know Ethan Choi from well before that, a previous deployment and Nolan who has vanished somewhere that I'm not to curious about right now is my junior officer. Anything I missed?”
“I think that was quite comprehensive, you did miss off one quite important point though”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“How’s your head feeling?”
You guessed that probably was quite an important question for the doctor to be asking. “Better than before. I can only see one of you again which is semi-disappointing but probably healthier”
“Oh I don’t know, even one of me can be quite interesting Captain” there was a knowing smile on his face that told you he knew exactly what he was insinuating and he’d done it on purpose.
“I don’t doubt it Doctor Halstead. I don’t doubt it at all” in your hand your phone started buzzing angrily at you once more, the name on the screen simply said General and was one you really shouldn’t ignore anymore. It was only going to make this whole situation ten times worse. “I should answer”
“I’ll be back to check on you later”
“I hope you will”
With a final smile Dr Halstead left you alone once more as you took another glance at your phone screen. You could almost feel anger and irritation coming through the small device.
Sighing you slide the button across to connect the call and held the phone to your ear.
“Captain Y/L/N where the hell are you and where is my information?”
“Nice to hear from you too Dad”
TBC.....
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