little thing I wrote because I couldn’t stop thinking about established but private rabbot that get found out because Jack’s dexcom is linked to Robby’s phone (also heavily inspired by that S2, E1 Samira phone scene)
“Looks like someone’s also popular.” Robby doesn’t bother mustering a laugh. He swallows the urge to sneer and keeps his eyes glued to the field in front of him. Rib cage open, suction whining, adrenaline humming through the room.
His phone chimes again. Not the regular notification. Not a text. A different sound. A sound that doesn’t belong here.
He grits his teeth. It’s important. He knows it’s fucking important. The Dexcom urgent low alarm crawls up his spine. But there’s no universe in which he can step back, not with both hands sunk into a live chest.
His phone is always on silent at work. Always. Only a handful of alerts can break through Do Not Disturb, and that particular tone might as well be a siren.
Garcia stops smirking fast. Even Jesse—thank God—lets the joke die instead of hammering it twice. Mohan keeps giving him that look, the one that says hypocrite loud and clear. Robby pretends not to see it.
He flicks his eyes around the room, searching, calculating. Perlah catches his gaze and his shoulders drop a fraction.
“Perlah. Phone. Now.” She sheds her gloves in a frantic, half-torn blur. He tries not to flinch when she dives a hand into his pocket. “Code’s one-nine-seven-five,” he snaps. “Dexcom Follow app. Pinned at the bottom.”
Sweat crawls down his temple. His fingertips are going numb, and not from the surgery. His heart is doing a goddamn drum solo against his ribs, and he forces himself to stare in front of him, not at the phone he can’t reach.
“Fifty,” Perlah says. “Arrow down.”
“Fuck.” The room tilts, just a hair. “Tell Dana to get Abbot on the phone. I don’t care if she has to blow up his voicemail, don’t stop until he answers.”
Perlah is gone in a blink, and Robby’s chest tightens with a helpless, boiling fear he has nowhere to put. He buries it, focuses, breathes. Dana will get it. Dana always gets it.
The second the patient stabilizes Robby is already stripping off his gown, hands shaking only when no one is looking. He scans the hallway—no sign of Perlah, no sign of his phone, and Christ knows what she’s scrolling through. For once, he doesn’t care.
Dana is on the phone at the desk, face crumpled in irritation.
“That Jack?” he asks, already reaching.
She barely gets a syllable out before he yanks the device from her hand almost hard enough to rattle the cord loose.
“Jack? Talk to me. You okay?”
“I’m fine, man.” Jack’s voice sounds anything but. Thin. Winded. Too calm for someone whose blood sugar just face-planted.
“You don’t sound fine. You were at fifty with a downward arrow. That’s not okay.”
“I was showering at your place. It always dips when I shower.”
Robby drags a palm over his face, trying to keep the edge out of his voice and failing spectacularly.
“There’s apple juice in the bathroom,” he says.
“I know. That’s why I’m fine. I threw a glucose tab down after. I’m good, Mikey. Question is—are you okay?”
“Am I—? Jack, are you kidding? I almost coded my own heart. And Perlah is somewhere in this hospital with my unlocked phone now.”
A beat of silence. Then Jack snorts and even that sounds weak.
“You might want to handle that, brother.”
Robby pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’ll call back,” he says, and ends the call before Jack can crack a joke.
Dana arches a brow. “Vitals on Romeo?”
Robby’s mouth twitches. “Stable. Heading upward.”
“So the crisis is over. And you’re still vibrating like a tuning fork.”
“It was an urgent low. In the middle of a trauma.” Robby shrugs. It comes out aggressive instead of casual. “I didn’t love it.” He glances around as he speaks. Trying to catch sight of the familiar grey hijab fabric but he doesn’t. “You seen Perlah?”
Dana thumbs toward the break room. “Last I saw she was heading there.”
Robby nods, headed for the door, then pauses.
“Do you think they know?”
Dana waves him off. “Half the hospital already suspected you’re Jack’s emergency contact.”
“It is,” Dana interrupts, voice warm. “But it’s not anybody’s business until you two want it to be.”
Robby doesn’t answer. He just pushes into the break room.
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