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amsgrey · 2 years

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Big Brother Hugs Part Two

Requested by Anonymous

Will Halstead x sister!reader x Jay Halstead

Synopsis: everything gets too much and you finally get what you need.

Not proof read so I apologise in advance for the inevitable mistakes.

Warnings: Mention of Depression, talk of depression and unhealthy habits, anxiety, mention of anxiety, panic attack.

gif credit to @xofeno

It didn't take too long to convince Will that you were feeling better, after you had sought him out you stayed at his house for the night. He'd made you promise you would talk to someone, even if it wasn't him he offered to call Dr Charles. You had refused, telling him you would see the school counsellor who you had already spoken to once or twice. After that night you realized you had to do a better job at keeping it hidden, your brothers were too busy to worry about you and you could handle yourself just fine.

You knew in the back of your head that Will would be disappointed to know that you were lying to him about being fine, but you saw how he looked so relieved that you were feeling better. You couldn't demand more attention and time by coming clean. So you forced yourself to present as fine, every day when Will text to ask how your day was you would reply about how it was tiring but better than the last. You fell into a sort of routine, you would drag yourself out of bed for school every morning. When you did, Jay and Hailey would most of the time be at work already, sometimes they left breakfast or a hot chocolate on the bench for you. You would take a couple of bites to feel less guilty about not being hungry, then throw it in the bin outside when you left for school. After you got home you would go back to bed, only leaving when Hailey and Jay came home. Will would text you at the same time each night, sometimes it was photos of Kohl or supportive little messages. They only made you feel more guilty.

The apartment was surprisingly full of life when you got home after school, you almost double-checked you were walking into the right apartment. When you walked further down the hall, you realized the cheerful conversation was from the intelligence unit. All of the team minus Sergeant Voight were sitting in the living room, dressed in full blues.

"Hi," You waved, a little shy at how they were all sitting in front of you.

"Hey, Kiddo!" Hailey grinned, gesturing to the empty space on the couch next to Jay.

You hesitated, not moving to sit down, "I, uh, got a lot of homework to do for tomorrow..." You took a few slow steps back, pointing to your room, "Sorry."

You walked as fast as possible to your room, trying not to seem desperate to avoid a conversation but trying to leave before Jay could call you back. You quickly shut the door, locking it and leaning your back against it as you tried to catch your breath. You never felt nervous or shy around the team before, but your day had been long and tiring and you weren't expecting anyone to be home. You almost tripped over your feet as you tried to clamber to your bed. It was too much effort to climb onto it so you just sunk to the floor. You slowly lay down, trying to calm yourself as you cried and struggled to breathe. The floor was cold and uncomfortable but you had no energy to do anything about it.

There was a faint knock at your door, and then the handle jiggled. You couldn't hear any voices, your ears were ringing and it felt like the entire world was spinning. You grasped at your chest, trying to force your lungs to slow down, to take a slower breath. It was to no avail, it felt as if the oxygen was being sucked out of the air around you and you were slowly suffocating. The door handle rattled a bit more violently, whoever was on the other side would definitely be able to hear your sobs and strangled breaths.

Your bedroom door slammed open as Jay came barrelling through it. He looked around the room frantically before he saw you curled up on the floor, knuckles white as they grasped the fabric of your shirt.

"Y/N," He gathered you off the floor, helping you sit up with your back to the bed. He gently cupped your face, brow furrowed in concern as he tried to get you to calm down. You could see in the doorway the concerned faces of the team, Hailey was holding a phone to her ear talking and rushed into it as she stood just past the threshold of the room.

"Hey," Jay soothed, "Look at me, okay? You need to take nice slow breaths, listen to my voice, Y/N."

You shook your head, choking on hot tears and wheezing out an incomprehensible sentence. Your shaky hands gripped loosely onto jays shirt, trying to ground yourself as your head began to swim.

Jay gave up on trying to soothe you by holding your face, he leaned forward and wrapped you in his arms, pulling you close to his chest like he did when you were little. he soothed your hair and kept reassuring you that he was there, he wasn't going anywhere. For a glimpse of a second, you felt as if the panic clawing at your heart was subsiding. Then you felt your body go limp and then nothing at all.

Kevin and Adam ushered the paramedics into the room, the team stepping out of the way as they wheeled your unconscious form out of the apartment. Jay trailed alongside, holding tightly to your hand.

"I'll be right behind you," Hailey assured Jay, gesturing to him to follow you and the paramedics to the ambulance.

The ride to Med was unbearable for Jay. He didn't even know what to make of the situation. He never saw you in such a state and now he was reeling to figure out what to do. Maggie recognized him immediately when he walked through the doors of the ED with the paramedics.

"Jay?"

Jay couldn't find the words to explain the situation, just following the gurney through the ED. Will spotted his brother as he passed the desk he was working on. He called out to his brother, to no response.

You came around as you were being wheeled into a treatment room.

"Transfer on my count..."

You frowned, trying to keep your eyes open against the harsh lights of the room, "Where?"

"Hey, Y/N," You could feel yourself being lifted and then placed on a bed. When you finally blinked away the blinding white, you spotted Will standing at your side. He smiled and squeezed your hand.

"Y/N, remember me?" Dr Choi smiled. You felt a lot stronger, nodding and giving him a small wave with your free hand.

Dr Choi chuckled, doing his checks, "Can you tell me what happened, Y/N?"

You shrugged, "Couldn't breathe."

Dr Choi nodded, "Alright. Well, you sit tight for a minute, alright? I'm just going to talk to your brothers."

You hummed in agreement, resting against the pillows and trying to calm the anxiety racing through your heart. Part of you knew you couldn't make up a story to explain what happened, but you desperately tried to search for an explanation.

Dr Choi nodded to Jay and Will as he exited the room, the three gathering just out of earshot.

"Is she okay?" Will demanded.

Ethan nodded, "She's awake, lucid. We just need to figure out why she passed out." He turned to Doris rattling off which tests to order.

"You can go see her," He told the two hovering brothers. Jay quickly joined your side, making sure you were comfortable and warm enough. Will hesitated at the door, then turned back to Ethan.

"Hey, Ethan," He quickly grabbed Ethan's attention and pulled him aside, "Can you page Dr Charles?"

Ethan looked surprised, he frowned, "Is there something I should know about?"

Will sighed, running a hand down his face, "Listen, Y/N hasn't told Jay yet, but she's been struggling. I'm trying to help but..."

"Hey, I get it," Ethan reassured, "I'll get Dr. Charles down here. For now you should talk to Y/N."

Will nodded, "Yeah. Thanks, man."

Will entered the treatment room looking grim, and you immediately felt guilty for what happened. Will pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you a little tighter than he usually did.

"How are you feeling?"

You tried to wave him away and mumbled something about how you just got overwhelmed. Will didn't press any further but clearly looked displeased about it. Jay looked between you both, silently prodding for answers. Neither of you offered any answers. You didn't even know how to begin, how do you tell your brother how your life was falling to pieces. That getting up in the morning was torture and you felt as if it wasn't even worth it anymore. Nothing made you feel worse than hiding how bad it was from your brothers, but some voice on the back of your head keep whispering how if they cared they'd have noticed.

Dr Choi re-entered the room with his tablet, Maggie was on his heels holding something in her hands.

"Figured out why you passed out," Dr Choi smiled, standing at the end of the bed and nodding to Will, "You have extremely low blood sugar, when was the last time you ate?"

You shrugged, "I forgot to bring lunch."

Dr Choi frowned, looking at the tablet, "Just lunch?"

You shrugged again.

"Y/N?" Jay leaned forward, "Hailey and I left a bagel for you this morning, did you eat it?"

You avoided making eye contact with him, "I wasn't hungry."

Jay sighed, starting to get a clearer idea of what was happening.

Maggie placed the object in her hand down on the table at your side, a cheese sandwich, "Good news is, you get this for free."

You smiled weakly, taking the sandwich and taking a small bite to make them all happy. It didn't really taste like anything, but you forced yourself to continue to take small bites.

After you finished your sandwich, Will all but dragged Jay out of the room to talk to him. You were itching to get out of the hospital, but Will kept talking about how they just had to tick all the boxes before they let you go. You were exhausted from the whole ordeal, starting to drift off with the silence your brothers left behind. You were almost asleep when someone knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Y/N, how are you?"

You got such a fright you sat up straight in the bed, staring wide-eyed at Doctor Charles who immediately looked guilty.

"Sorry," He smiled, "Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay," You replied, settling back down against the pillows.

"So," Dr Charles took a seat on your left, "Will asked me to come talk to you. He said you've been having a hard time lately?"

God dammit, Will.

"I guess."

Dr Charles nodded, he didn't press anymore. The two of you sat in silence for a while longer. You knew he was waiting for you to say something first, but you were stubborn and you didn't want to admit you needed help.

"How about we start with today?" Dr Charles finally spoke, "What happened today to cause you to be here?"

"I just got overwhelmed," You replied. Dr Charles nodded, something about him reminded you of your dad. Maybe minus the Canaryville hard edge. It didn't take long before all stubbornness was gone and you were opening up to him. About everything, from what happened today and the weeks before then. Dr Charles nodded along and listened, reassuring you that he was going to help you moving forward.

"I have to go talk to your brothers," Dr Charles nodded, "Do you want to tell them...?"

You shook your head, "I- I can't."

Dr Charles nodded, "Do I have your permission to tell them myself?"

You nodded, twisting your hands together to try stop the anxiety looming over you.

"Alright. I'll check back in soon."

After everything you had felt in the last couple of weeks, the pain you went through to hide how you were feeling. It felt good to get it off your chest, to talk to someone without fear of hurting them. When Dr Charles returned, he was followed by Jay and Will. Jay looked like he cried, the signature red-rimmed eyes a dead giveaway. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you into a hug, holding you tighter than he ever had before.

"I should have known. I know I work a lot, I should have been there for you. I'm meant to be your parent and I can hardly be home enough to notice when you need me."

Jay gently wiped the tears from your cheeks, "I'm sorry."

You sniffed, "Don't be sorry. I should be."

Will sat on the other side of the bed, "No one should be sorry."

"I spoke to your brothers," Dr Charles was still by the door, "We're going to get you on a treatment plan and I have a colleague who I believe will be able to help you. I'll get the ball rolling and start your discharge paperwork."

You felt like the entire world had been lifted off your shoulders, you smiled and agreed. For the first time in a long time, you had hope, your brothers were there for you, and you had the help you needed. Everything was okay, everything would be okay.

#jay halstead x sister!reader #jay halstead x reader #chicago pd #halstead!sister #jay halstead #chicago med #will halstead #chicago med x reader #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #daniel charles #ethan choi

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felicitysmoaksx · 3 months

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Chicago Med Rewatch/Timestamp Roulette

↳ 1.01 Derailed

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academicelephant · 11 months

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Why do I always have a thing for those characters/actors/other celebs who have like five fans out of which only one is creating content of them (and sometimes that one is me)?? This is kinda frustrating

#one chicago #chicago med #dr charles #daniel charles #chicago pd #alvin olinsky #the walking dead #twd #merle dixon #guardians of the galaxy #yondu udonta #michael rooker #christopher walken #pro wrestling #steve borden #sting #triple h #teller

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windshield91 · 3 months

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If this was any other doctor than Ripley, Charles would have talked the sister in agreeing. He helped the others over the seasons with family members and even walked the line sometimes. But he's treating Ripley as a patient, not a coworker, watching,questioning, and analysing every move he makes. Like Ripley is his responsibility and he has authority over him.

#maybe Ripley is seeing a therapist and it's not Charles business to know #he shouldn't held Ripley illness against him #Charles is angering me with his bad treatment to Ripley #chicago med #Mitchell Ripley #will halstead #daniel charles #natalie manning #ethan choi #crockett marcel #mitch ripley

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thencomethecherryblossoms · 10 days

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Thinking about the difference between Oliver Platt in Chicago med and the bear again

#honestly opposite sides of a stratospheric scale #chicago med #one chicago #daniel charles #jimmy kalinowski #the bear #the bear fx #oliver platt #the actor you are

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bobertbilliams · 1 month

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Daniel Charles and Liliana Wapniarski in Chicago Med “Step on a Crack and Break Your Mother's Back”

#chicago med #daniel charles #liliana wapniarski #oliver platt #alet taylor #my post #they’re so cute #i love them your honor #please don’t mess them up next episode

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ginger-grimm · 2 months

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I can't believe the Med writers haven't pulled Dr. Charle's third ex-wife out of their pockets yet 😭

#anna says things sometimes #chicago med #daniel charles #where she at #let her out

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tommy-kinard-buckley · 1 month

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This is for chapter 2 of my arrow/Chicago Med fic A New Man.

Will tried to move Connor’s leg but found out that he couldn't get a good pulse while holding Connor’s leg down. “Mr Queen, do you know how to unhook the IV from a wrist?” Will used both hands to hold down Connor's leg, knowing how strong the man was, and looked at Oliver. “Yeah, why?” Oliver watched with worry as nurses, Doctors and Will tried to help a screaming Tommy. “I need you to unhook your IV and hold Connor's leg down so I can get a pulse.” Oliver unhooked the IV while Will moved the chair Connor was sitting in so he could get off the bed. Will checked Connor's pulse and found that his heart was racing like something scared him. “Connor, buddy what's going on? Talk to me.” Oliver held Tommy's leg and hand while Will held his head. “Will! My head hurts. Make it stop please Will, I can't take it!” Connor now realized that the pictures flashing behind his eyelids were his memories as Tommy Merlyn. “I know it hurts but you need to loosen your body a little so we can help you, okay?” Will paged Dr Downey and had a nurse page Ethan and Daniel while holding Connor's head gently. All 3 men took 5 minutes to get to Oliver's room looking worried. “Dr Downey, his pulse is quick but strong. Ethan, I need you to get a gurney and a room for him. Dr Charles, can you meet all of us there?” David ran over to Connor while Ethan and Daniel ran out to get what's needed. “Connor, can you tell us where you are?” David looked at Connor like a son and worried for his health. “My best friend's house.” Oliver remembered reading that an amnesia patient gets an excruciating headache. “Can you tell me what city you're in right now?” Oliver felt Will and David looking at him but ignored it. “Starling City.” Will and David looked at each other confused, not knowing why Connor said Star City, while Oliver smiled lightly. “I know it hurts but you need to open your eyes, Tommy. His past memories are coming back. In his mind he's at my house in Star City where we grew up.”

No pressure tags below

@alrightbuckaroo @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @rmd-writes @storms-s @firstprince-history-huh @thisbuildinghasfeelings @bullet-prooflove @paperstorm @goodways @carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @reeeallygood and anyone else who wants to play

#connor rhodes #David Downey #oliver queen #will halstead #daniel charles #chicago med #green arrow

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thena0315 · 1 month

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Was not expecting that ending 🤣🤣🤣

#chicago med #oliver platt #luke mitchell #daniel charles #mitch ripley #Instagram

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johannestevans · 1 year

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chicago med has a plotline where my favourite guy, their head of psych, has started dating a member of the hospital's cleaning staff

and so normally this would be a vehicle for him as a far more privileged man beginning to comprehend their inequality, BUT

what i'm really appreciating is that they are absolutely doing that, but so much of it is like… not just putting the onus on him to realize these things himself and not make them his girlfriend's problem

but in this episode, the cleaners' union is threatening to strike over low pay, and he says to his bestie, the director of the ED, "i mean, surely you guys can just give them a 6% raise?"

and she immediately goes "um. that would put us in a hard position"

and she immediately goes off about like, oh, but it would set a dangerous precedent with the other unions, bc if we give our cleaners fair pay, other unions would want it too

and THEN she goes, "you understand, don't you?"

and you just see him like. reevaluating his friendship w her and his own postitionality here, and i REALLY like seeing that

consistently, his char has had some of the most interesting ethical quandaries and i'm liking this one's development

#musings #chicago med #daniel charles

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kim-ruzek · 2 months

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Just some tough questions:

Matt Casey or Sylvie Brett?

Stella Kidd or Kelly Severide?

Kim Burgess or Adam Ruzek?

Kevin or Trudy?

Mouch or Hermann?

Violet or Ritter?

April or Ethan?

Will or Connor?

Maggie or Dr Charles?

Sharon or Boden?

Hailey or Jay?

Gallo or Carver?

You weren't kidding when you said tough questions, these were SO SO hard. But here:

Matt Casey or Sylvie Brett - I adore Matt, I really do, and JS is one of my favourite CF actors, but Sylvie... just basically all of her scenes, I love and enjoy her so much.

Stella Kidd or Kelly Severide - oh this was SO SO hard, it was one of the most agonizing of them, but in the end I just had to chose Stella. I adore and love Kelly, but man, sometimes he really annoys me (especially earlier seasons - the time between Shay era and Stella era, that in particular).

Kim Burgess or Adam Ruzek - now THIS was my hardest choice. I love these two so much, I think I love others, and I do, but whenever I see either of them I get all heart eyed I swear, I love them. But inevitably, Kim is my girl.

Kevin or Trudy - you are truly, truly cruel having to make me choose between these two. I kept going back and forth with my answer here, but I finally landed on Kevin. He's my king, and Trudy is my sarcastic queen but Kev needs alllll the love.

Mouch or Herrmann - no offense to Herrmann, because I do love him, but Mouch is so iconic and I love him so dearly.

Violet or Ritter - THIS WAS SO CRUEL. I bloody adore Violet, and she's so pretty but Ritter, man. Ritter is my guy. I've been rewatching fire and oh my, I've fallen in love with him even more all over again. But in the end, I went with Violet, but only just. Honestly, this one I was the closest with just fucking it and calling it a tie.

April or Ethan - Ethan. I love these two the most when together vs individually (even though I am fond of both individually) but Ethan just has my heart more than April does.

Will or Connor - Connor is one of my most favourite characters ever. If you put him against most of med's cast, I'd choose him every time.

Maggie or Dr Charles - I stopped loving him as much after a few seasons, but I did really enjoy him (especially at the start) with Sarah. Maggie I do like, but she's not one of my faves and I honestly could take her or leave her.

Sharon or Boden - Boden, any day and every day. I love him so so much, and out of all the OC leaders, he's the one I'd most want to work under.

Hailey or Jay - I have a love/hate relationship with the both of them, but I've loved a lot more of Jay scenes then Hailey's.

Gallo or Carver - Gallo! Gallo is my boy. I do like Carver, but I don't 'love' him - I was sad at Gallo leaving, but if Carver left, I wouldn't be as sad.

Thank you for asking!! Sorry it took a while to get to, this was a really fun ask that I wanted to make sure I had enough time and energy to properly dedicate to it!!

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chicagomedmadness · 3 months

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RIPLEY is pissy at Daniel holy shit what did Danny do

#chicago med #one chicago #daniel charles

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cryoverkiltmilk · 3 months

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I looked up from the curb I was sitting on, still nursing my latest head injury and still mourning the fire damage and ash stains to the clothes I'd been forced to borrow from my brother. A tall man with dark skin, wearing firefighter gear and a resigned but irritated look was glaring down at me.

"Hey, Chief Boden. How's the family?"

A short response rumbled up from his chest. "Dresden."

I looked past him to the building his crew was still dealing with. "It's not my fault."

"Hank? Karrin Murphy to see you." Platt's voice came over the receiver from the front desk.

"Send her up."

A buzzing of a lock release and several terse footsteps across the Intelligence bullpen later, Voight shut the door to his office behind the petite blond woman. He walked around his desk, seated himself, and took out a bottle. He poured them each a small glass.

"So, you called me, Lieutenant. Was it just so you didn't drink alone, or can we get to the point?" She still took the glass.

A smile pulled at one side of Voight's face. "I knew your father, Collin, when he ran Special Investigations. Back when they called it the 'Black Cat Squad'."

"Mm."

"So I got a case my team's working that don't make no sense except the kind your father used to figure out. They're good cops, every one of 'em, but they're not ready for what's really out there. So I gotta ask you... how much are you like your father?"

"I want to thank you for taking the time to see me, Dr Charles." Michael Carpenter passed the man a paper plate laden with a burger and potato salad as he settled into the lawn chair next to him.

"Please, Michael, I'm off hours and this is as far off the books as you can get, call me Daniel." The older man inclined his head in thanks as he made an initial sampling of the food and collected his thoughts. "So, I gotta say, all the years of you being an Emergency Department regular, your stories about 'monsters' and 'triumph over evil' were a bit of a running joke if you'll forgive me for saying. Everyone in the E.D. just thought you had a great sense of humor about being at the center of misfortune so often, and were a bit of a storyteller."

"Never saw it as misfortune, just work that needed doing."

"Yeah, so Anthony tells me. I'll admit I was a little surprised to have him send someone my way as a patient, given that we're not exactly on the same page about the 'bigger' things in the world, so to speak."

Michael smiled, working on his own burger. "Father Forthill believes in the power of faith, but he also believes in putting our faith in trained professionals. So, how would you like to begin?"

"I usually find the beginning works best. Why don't you tell me about when you got that fancy toothpick of yours?" He nodded towards Amoracchius.

#one Chicago #Chicago trilogy #Chicago fire #Chicago pd #Chicago med #the Dresden files #dresden files #harry dresden #dick wolf #karrin murphy #Hank voight #wallace boden #trudy platt #Daniel Charles #michael carpenter

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