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Black Ice [Connor Rhodes]🎄

Of course it had to dump snow on Christmas Eve in Chicago. When else would be a convenient time?

Snow causes everyone to drive even worse than normal and there is black ice everywhere.

The Emergency Room had been packed all day with general sickness patients, falls, trauma, literally anything that could get thrown at Chicago Med's staff was getting thrown, plus more.

There had been another accident on the highway and Connor was pulled from Cardio to help out.

His first patient had literally just been wheeled in on the stretcher as he walked in. A woman around his age, all banged up and unconscious, connected to a Cardiac Monitor, showing she is having some Tachycardia.

"Twenty-Eight year old female unconscious, and tachycardic. She was in the accident on the exit ramp." The paramedic says.

They lift her onto the bed and lay her flat. A few nurses join and quickly switch her to their monitors.

"We'll stick this cut on her forehead up and let's get a MRI and CT of her head, make sure she doesn't have any internal injuries. Also order a low dose of Propanol, that should help her heart rate." Connor orders.

"Yes Dr. Rhodes." The nurse replies and walks out of the room.

Connor grabs a suture kit and pulls a stool up beside the woman.

"Alright, lets get this cut stitched up."

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After the dose of Propanol, imaging, and stitching were done, the woman's heart rate went down and it was determined that she didn't have any brain injury and the unconsciousness is most likely just a result of "fight or flight".

Connor kept checking in on her every chance he could.

He didn't know why, but something just pulled his interest to her.

It was around ten thirty in the evening when she finally woke up. The nurses paged him and he made his way down quickly.

He knocks on the door before entering. Maggie is in the room getting the woman a drink.

"Dr. Rhodes, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She is a interior designer here in Chicago." Maggie says.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Dr. Rhodes. I've been taking care of you since your accident earlier this evening. How are you feeling?" Connor asks as he takes a pen light out to check her eyes.

"I'm feeling ok. Just a little sore." Y/N replies.

He puts the light away and sits on the stool near her bed.

"Well, you are doing really good. You just have a cut on your forehead that we stitched up and when you were brought in your heart rate was high. Is that normal for you?"

"Yeah, I was anxious while driving and I worked myself up I guess." She replies quietly.

"It happens to the best of us. I flipped my car into a ditch one winter during college." Connor says, trying to make her feel better about the situation.

She lets out a light chuckle and smiles at him. "Yeah I guess it does."

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Day 8 of 12 days of Christmas! I got most of the ideas for these off tumblr, but I don't remember exactly where, so if you know please let me know so I can credit them!
Merry Christmas!