Ava Bekker Chicago Med Novels & Stories

“Sasha might actually be onto something, but say your friend committed these murders, how did she pull it off? She would need some connections to do that.” Demi felt her head spin as the percussions of his words clicked. Caroline! She thought. If her sister and husband were on this, perhaps it would be best to share her suspicions too. “Uhm, honey?” Shaka looked at her in question, making her more nervous. “What if she has a connection?” Shaka tilted his head, looking at her expectantly. “What are you talking about?” “Eric Becker,” she muttered, the name itself hanging in the air like a dark cloud. “Samantha has Caroline Becker, the doctor claims that she is there at her own free will, but s

She has to have some family somewhere. I found her instantly. Dr. Becca Chase. Works as a pharmacist. Her parents, Mandy and David live about a half hour away. I made a quick call. "Hello?" comes a polite greeting. "Yes. Is this Mrs. Mandy Chase?" I ask. "Yes. Who is this?" "Ma'am, my name is Officer Anderson. Your daughter Becca is at Overlake," I state briefly. "I'll be right there!" she stated without question. I've been sitting for a half hour when I notice her stir.

Beecher was flipping the pages of a magazine when Katalea and Dakari walked in. “It doesn’t matter where you go, you cause a scene.” Beecher chided, grinning and showing a dimple in his left cheek. “Do you have any ideas on who they were?” Aquina asked, dismissing Beecher’s comment. “No,” Katalea responded. “No clue, All I know is that this morning when I woke up I thought today was going to be a mundane trip to an old library. Suddenly, the world around me has gone nuts.”

The female doctor quickly stood up, her expression shifting from aggressive to pitiful. “Dr. Beckett, this patient knows she’s not actually sick but insists on taking up medical resources. I said a few words, and she started yelling at me.” Hearing this, Dr. Beckett finally turned his attention to Serena. Their eyes met. Serena couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but his expression darkened slightly, and his voice softened noticeably. “Hello, would you mind stepping outside with me for a moment?”

He takes out his phone and looks inside. His frown deepens when all the spark plugs are out. Why would she take them out? “Do you think she called a cab?” Damon asks coming closer t Beckett. Beckett shakes his head. “I don’t know. Check this out.” he shows Damon what he sees. Beckett walks around the car to the back seat to where her purse is. He opens it and checks the contents. Damon finally realizes something might be wrong. Remembering what Jessica found out about Sadie and her life in Boston and who she really was. why she’s in Chicago. If what she was saying was true when she reported her ex-boyfriend was stalking her, she might be in trouble.

He drove to his best friend's apartment, Aakash . He wanted to share about his break up and he needs moral support . Abeer and Aakash are bestfriends since , they were in kindergarten. They are just like brothers . Aakash is an IPS officer . He is smart and handsome . After few seconds Aakash open the door and let Abeer in his apartment. The time in the clock right now is 9 p.m. Abeer had already informed his mom that he will not able to come home tonight because of work, he lied to his mom again. At first she got angry on Abeer but he managed to make her understand but again she reminded him about the photo of the girl.

As I fumed internally, another knock came at the door, lighter, more rhythmic. “Come in,” I called again, expecting her this time. Becky entered with her usual tote of tools and warmth. She wore navy scrubs, her curly auburn hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun. She had been with me for twenty years. It was Madelin who hired her after my stroke, insisting I needed someone who did not take orders from Charles and who knew how to keep a man alive without draining the life from him.

I just left when I could not sit at my desk anymore and stared at a case file I was not reading and pretended everything was normal. Beckett was in the kitchen. Not cooking. Just standing there with a glass of water looking at the city the way he did when he was thinking through something difficult. He turned around when he heard the elevator. He looked at me. I looked at him. And something that I had been holding very carefully all day at significant personal cost started to come apart slightly at the edges. Not dramatically. I did not cry. I was not going to cry about Phillip Strand and a comment section on a financial news website.

"Now the rest of us look like scrubs. Thanks for that." Ignoring him, Asher pocketed his hands. "Good setup, Keith." Keith exhaled dramatically. "Hearing that makes this week’s prep worth it, man." While the crowd buzzed with Asher-fever, Wendy bit her lip. Running into him here complicated things. She nudged David Yang. "Hey, Asher’s here." "Focus! Beka’s watching—sell the couple act." Before she could protest, David Yang steered her toward the bar where Beka stood—a petite Chinese-American with cascading curls.

So I swallowed the growl that wanted to escape me when she said it. "So I'm gathering the other father is Beta Kyle," said Doc. I turned to him, "You know Doc, I completely forgot you were there," "It's alright, happens all the time. Don't worry Alpha, not a word," "Thanks," Well this is gonna be a fun converstation. I decided to stay sitting until Becca was no longer....emotional and wouldn't burst into tears when we had to go tell, them. Becca POV