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christmas collab 2022 with @xioriae

But when you had tried to stand, your leg had immediately given way, leaving you to begrudgingly accept the drive to the ED. Still tipsy, you murmured nonsensically to your friend as you waited, as she tried to keep her smile small at your antics.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the beeps and shouts of the small, cramped room.

“If I’m not called in an hour, max, we’re leaving,” you huffed, trying to keep yourself sane. “Yeah yeah.” Jack had been in the middle of attending to 3 patients, floating between them every minute or so while also assisting his residents and keeping an eye on the students under his wing. He was never one for enjoying the stillness, preferred to be in motion, keeping all the noise in his head quiet. But that didn't mean he didn’t get tired. His leg had been cramping since he had moved from his bed that evening, the phantom pain sending stings through his nerves and down to where the prosthetic was attached below the knee. He flicks through patient charts, eyes flicking up to the bright buzzing board to see what’s next. Around 40 minutes later when your name was finally called, you hobbled up to the desk, giving your information before you were buzzed in through the doors. And fuck were you glad you stayed. 

Jack steps past the curtain, letting them fall graceful around him, his presence large yet calming. He checks the clipboard, his hands moving through muscle memory as his eyes flick across the ink. It was routine for him, walking through those cheap looking curtains possibly hundreds of times per shift, already calculating how to help his patients as quickly as possible while remaining attentive to their emotional needs, keeping balance between empathy and professionalism. He let out a small breath of relief when he read it wasn’t a serious injury, just a quick checkup. He may be used to all the blood and trauma but it never got easier as the days passed. He stepped in with a small curl of the lips, offering the kind of quiet steadiness needed against the chaos of the trauma centre.

When you saw him, you swore he couldn’t be a doctor, no doctor looks that good. Waiting there with a wheelchair was 6 feet of pure fucking muscle stuffed under those navy blue scrubs. But the good kind of muscle, not the bodybuilding rock hard type but the type where it was obvious he was built as fuck but with just a touch of softness under those biceps. Damn..

You didn’t even need the indication of your friend’s subtle elbow to your ribs, Dr Abbot stuck out in the ED like a sore thumb. You mumbled something about ‘not needing a wheelchair’ and watched his brow lift up. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch up. Those lips… shit.

You limped over to one of the beds and sat down on the crinkly paper, keeping your posture straight, definitely not sticking your chest out more. Okay maybe you were, but you were wearing a top that showed everything off perfectly, it would be a waste not to use it. Just subtly though. You weren’t that desperate. Well, maybe. But he didn’t need to know that. You followed him with your eyes as he sat on the stool in front of you, where you could properly take his face in. Ageing but in a way that was just so attractive, thin crows feet at the corner of his warm brown eyes, a salt and pepper stubble, grey streaks in his short curls.

How dare he. “Okay, so I see here, we got a knee dislocation? I'm Dr. Jack Abbot, senior attending, I'll be assessing you today.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Now, how’d that happen, hm?”

Yeah you were done for. You saw his small smile as he spoke, amusement laced in his deep voice. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you tried now to curl into yourself from his strong gaze.

“Just tripped,” you murmured.

“Just tripped, huh? Vodka had anything to do with that?”

“Maybe” You smiled, looking up at him, proud when you saw his gaze linger before he straightened up and turned away, his adam’s apple bobbing once.

“Where does it hurt?”

“My right knee.”

“Let’s have a look then. That okay with you?” Hot. You nodded again and winced as you extended your leg towards him. You heard a small ‘tut’ from his mouth, a sound that should sound reprimanding but just sounded like praise from his lips. He reached out, large hands covering the sore area, rough and calloused against your skin. It wasn’t too bad, you were more distracted by the sensation rather than the pain. Nice tactic, doc.

Abbot hummed as he assessed before standing up, tall enough that you had to tilt your chin up to look at him.

“I’m gonna order an x-ray, just to be safe.”

“Okay."

He stands, chair wheels clicking softly against the linoleum floor as he pulls it back.

"Nurse will come get you in a minute. It's down the hall to your left."

A beat passes where neither of you speaks. The overhead light casts shadows under his eyes - dark circles from too many nights like this one. Jack's pager vibrates on his hip. He checks it, frowns slightly at the message, then pockets it again.

"X-ray's ready," he says.

He grabs your chart and leads the way out of the exam bay without another word. The fluorescent lights hum above you as you walk down a narrow hallway lined with closed patient rooms. Jack keeps a slow, careful pace beside you as you limp toward Radiology. His hands are tucked in the pockets of his scrubs, but he's subtly positioned to catch your elbow if you stumble.

"Didn't ask before - what were you doing when it happened? Just partying for the sake of it?"

The question comes naturally - not prying, just filling space with something neutral. The kind of small talk nurses make while moving patients down halls. You exhale sharply, a sort of laugh. "Yeah. It's the weekend, y'know?" "Ah." he smiles simply, shaking his head as if to silently add 'kids these days'. Jack holds the door to Radiology open for you, stepping aside so you can pass through first.

"You'll be in there about twenty minutes. They'll call me with the results." He gestures toward a small waiting area with plastic chairs and a vending machine that hums quietly in the corner. A small, teasing wink and the door shuts behind him.

The procedure's quick and easy, little pain and you find yourself back in the small room in triage, chatting with your friend and finally sobering up. Jack pulls your attention to him again as he walks in, a soothing smile on his face that immediately relaxed your worries. "X-ray came back all clear. Bed rest for a couple days, no strain and keep the drinking it a minimum. Got it?" You nod again. You seemed to be doing that a lot around him, your voice betraying you. "Good girl."

Oh fuck him. You saw the way he said that, cockiness under his smooth words, as he tried to hold back a smile. Your breath hitched as your eyes fluttered down to your fidgeting fingers as you cleared your throat. "You got lucky this time. Didn't end up like me." You saw the movement out of the corner of your eyes, the slight pull of the hospital scrubs at his ankle, flashing the dark metal where flesh should be. "How-?" Your brows furrowed in concern, though a bigger part of you was more curious, wanting to know the story behind this mystery of a man. "That is a story for another time." "Another time, huh?" You felt your heart battle against your ribcage, trying to keep you fluttering in your belly at a minimum. He wants to see you again?

"Don't push it." You saw his slight smile, no matter how he tried to hide it. He busied himself with the charts again, moving towards the glass doors. "Another time." You mused, eyes glinting up at him. "Not here. Don't want to see you in the ED again, got it? ...There's a coffee place, 3 blocks from here, I get off at 7. Keep ice on that... good."

a/n: idk how we feel about this i haven't written in ages

a/n 2: also this injury may or may not be from personal experience. i just wish i had dr abbot with me I LOVE HIM