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As said, I am 19 years old and male. I have AuDHD, therefore take any insensitive comments with a grain of salt. I rarely want to come off as rude, and if I do it's most likely by accident.

I love to draw and write, and I grew the confidence to share it with you all. I have several original characters, and I will add a link to my OCs.

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Guard dog who was with Jack in the Middle-East. Guard dog who was a combat medic as well. That’s how he got into PTMC: connections. Written in 2nd person. Reader had the callsign "Shepherd" Medicine was an interesting thing. Knowing exactly what to do to save someone’s life while also knowing how to end it, but those same people are trusted with their lives. Something people didn’t consider was the toll the title took on those saviors. Jack Abbot and [Y/n L/n] knew that pretty well. More than regular doctors knew. More than any patient they treated could even imagine. You met Jack in… interesting circumstances. The younger medic had to shadow a senior for some time, and it just happened that Abbot ended up with a little puppy following him around. It wasn’t that bad, the rookie wasn’t glorifying their roles or war, which was something Jack could respect. That was quite a long time ago. And despite all the training You got, he never really expected the shitshow he signed up for to be this bad. Your mentor got hit by an IED and his leg was all fucked up, and you were the person who had to amputate the leg under active fire. God-fucking-knows how he survived.

(Magic Timeskip) You didn’t know at what point you started to develop the condition your psychologist refers to as C-PTSD. It’s not like you believe it. It’s more of depression if anything, right? Almost everyone develops it in the military. You didn’t witness anything traumatic that would warrant that diagnosis, at least in retrospect. Honorable discharge. The words felt mocking. After 9 years of service, this is what they do? Just send you home? The place that hasn’t been a home for those 9 years. There was no family there. All family the now former soldier had were the brothers and sisters in arms. ‘Where do I go?’ That was a good question. You had considered going back to your family, but after the absence he didn’t think your family would be happy to house an emotionally constipated man. Funnily enough, You talked with your former mentor, Jack, about it. “Fuck, man. It’s so fucking weird to get stripped of everything. Don’t feel like a person without a purpose,” he would say, knowing that despite the aloof demeanor Jack was listening intently, even if over the phone. And You were right. “You know, I might just have a proposition for you.” And that he did. “I work at PTMC in the Emergency Department. If you’d like, I could put in a good word about you,” the sheer smugness emanating from Jack’s voice was audible through the phone. With great reluctance, You found himself agreeing. Not immediately. He wanted a decent position. So education it is. Fuck, no, shit. Education. Yeah, that went about as well as expected. It took some time, but You finally arrived at the PTMC. Filled with stress and anxiety and a fancy title. God, he wanted to be somewhere in a ditch. But you swallowed it up and entered the ED. Immediately you were greeted with footsteps and the noise of machines that documented life. It was chaos, but a chaos you could manage. Looking around, you find your friend, Jack Abbot. “Hey, kid! You made it, I thought you would chicken out,” he teased good naturedly, just like before. It brought a smile to the mentee’s face. “Sir, it’s good to see you.” Then your face twisted as you caught yourself. “...I called you sir” The younger doctor realized. Abbot had to process it as well. But when he did, Jack's face split into a smirk. “Well, well, well,” he began, chuckling heartily. “At ease.” It was embarrassing enough to slip up, but to have Jack casually say ‘at ease’ is something else. You felt your face get warmer but he ignored that. “Can you please help me start my shift? You can tease me later,” you pleaded and Jack took mercy in this poor soul in front of him. “Alright, alright, come here, Shepherd.” That’s how you spent the 15 minutes leading to the shift change on how to not fuck it up. “Robby is a good guy at heart, think like Dye. Unconventional, a bit of an ass, but is trying his best. As long as you don’t act cocky and aren’t a nuisance he’ll be fine,” Jack explained as you changed into the ED uniform. Jack wasn’t even hiding how he was looking over Shepherd as he changed. The two have been in far more embarrassing positions than this. “You got some muscle. Nice.” Jack wasn’t a person of compliments, but this one felt genuine. Possibly out of concern for the phone call that brought you here in the first place. It was the shift change. You was stressed the fuck out. Jack was by your side, a hand on the doctor’s shoulder. He guided Shepherd to the nurse desk where almost everyone was gathered at the news of a new person joining them. Jack had to basically drag You to the forced social interactions. “Shep, you can’t just leave. You made it this far. Come on,” he nudged Shepherd, who froze up, opened your mouth, closed it. Basically bluescreened. 

“Fine, fine, just please play ‘Highway To Hell’ when I get my funeral,” You said, resigned to fate. Jack gave a mock-salute. “Yessir.” It was a nerve wracking experience to go through an ER, being the new one. Soon Shepherd arrives there, Jack in tow. “Abbot, would you mind introducing your… acquaintance?” Robby prompts, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face. ’Jack was totally right about Robby, he looks like an asshole.’ “This is Doctor [L/n], Physician Assistant and former Combat Medic,” Jack introduced, clapping You on the back. Despite the force, the man didn’t stumble. Instead you straightened your posture automatically. “Um, yes. Pleasure to meet you, sir.” He cringed immediately at calling someone ‘sir’ a second time in one hour. Despite that you extend your hand towards Robby. Robby looks over the person in front of him for a second. Posture is straight, language formal. Seems good. Michael took the hand and gave it a few shakes, finding himself pleasantly surprised at the calloused hand of the doctor. 

“Good to have you onboard, doctor,” he responds, giving a polite smile. “You’ll shadow me for the day, I have to assess you.” 

You nodded, trying your hardest to not call anybody ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ again. “Of course,” you replied as you looked around the other workers. 

The medic recognized Dana from Jack’s stories. She seemed to be a competent woman, commanding respect. Then there were the kids of the ER. Didn’t learn their names yet, Jack was insistent on meeting them first. 

You turned around to look at Jack, wide-eyed and confused. Why is he here? He’s not used to such busy environments! And he actually has medical supplies?! He did more with less! 

Abbot smiles softly at the look on his mentee’s face, suddenly remembering their first meeting. Shepherd didn’t change at all. 

The rest of the shift was watching the interaction with barely concealed amusement.  “You, just go. They don’t bite, hard.” “Not helping!” The man in question replied. Robby, despite himself, was happy for Jack. He seemed happier.  “Gentlemen, I think it’s not the time,” he says, immediately snapping the attention of the two veterans. 

“Right,” You turned to Jack one last time and saluted playfully. “Break a leg, sir!” With that you took off after Robby, not wanting to face the wrath of Jack Abbot when joked about his leg, or lack thereof. 

Robby was already walking to a patient when you caught up. “So, sir- erm, Dr. Robinavich-“ you stumbled over the sentence, trying to salvage some dignity but failing miserably. “Just Robby is fine, kid,” the Attending assured.

“Okay… Robby.” The words felt foreign in the young doctor’s mouth after years of hierarchy and honorifics.

Guard dog who was with Jack in the Middle-East. Guard dog who was a combat medic as well. That’s how he got into PTMC: connections. Written with Masc pronouns. Reader had the callsign "Shepherd" @lanawinterscigarettes Part 1? Version in 2nd Person Medicine was an interesting thing. Knowing exactly what to do to save someone’s life while also knowing how to end it, but those same people are trusted with their lives. Something people didn’t consider was the toll the title took on those saviors. Jack Abbot and [Y/n L/n] knew that pretty well. More than regular doctors knew. More than any patient they treated could even imagine. [Y/n] met Jack in… interesting circumstances. The younger medic had to shadow a senior for some time, and it just happened that Abbot ended up with a little puppy following him around. It wasn’t that bad, the rookie wasn’t glorifying their roles or war, which was something Jack could respect. That was quite a long time ago. And despite all the training [Y/n] got, he never really expected the shitshow he signed up for to be this bad. His mentor got hit by an IED and his leg was all fucked up, and [Y/n] was the person who had to amputate the leg under active fire. God-fucking-knows how he survived.

(timeskip magic) [Y/n] didn’t know at what point he started to develop the condition his psychologist refers to as C-PTSD. It’s not like he believes it. It’s more of depression if anything, right? Almost everyone develops it in the military. [Y/n] didn’t witness anything traumatic that would warrant that diagnosis, at least in retrospect. Honorable discharge. The words felt mocking. After 9 years of service, this is what they do? Just send him home? The place that hasn’t been a home for those 9 years. There was no family there. All family the now former soldier had were his brothers and sisters in arms. ‘Where do I go?’ That was a good question. [Y/n] had considered going back to his family, but after the absence he didn’t think his family would be happy to house an emotionally constipated man. Funnily enough, [Y/n] talked with his former mentor, Jack, about it. “Fuck, man. It’s so fucking weird to get stripped of everything. Don’t feel like a person without a purpose,” he would say, knowing that despite the aloof demeanor Jack was listening intently, even if over the phone. And [Y/n] was right. “You know, I might just have a proposition for you.” And that he did. “I work at PTMC in the Emergency Department. If you’d like, I could put in a good word about you,” the sheer smugness emanating from Jack’s voice was audible through the phone. With great reluctance, [Y/n] found himself agreeing. Not immediately. He wanted a decent position. So education it is. Fuck, no, shit. Education. Yeah, that went about as well as expected. It took some time, but [Y/n] finally arrived at the PTMC. Filled with stress and anxiety and a fancy title. God, he wanted to be somewhere in a ditch. But [Y/n] swallowed it up and entered the ED. Immediately he was greeted with footsteps and the noise of machines that documented life. It was chaos, but a chaos [Y/n] could manage. The man took a look around and spotted his friend, Jack Abbot. “Hey, kid! You made it, I thought you would chicken out,” he teased good naturedly, just like before. It brought a smile to the mentee’s face. “Sir, it’s good to see you.” Then [Y/n]’s face twisted as he caught himself. “...I called you sir.” The younger doctor realized. Abbot had to process it as well. But when he did, Jack's face split into a smirk. “Well, well, well,” he began, chuckling heartily. “At ease.” It was embarrassing enough to slip up, but to have Jack casually say ‘at ease’ is something else. [Y/n] felt his face get warmer but he ignored that. “Can you please help me start my shift? You can tease me later,” he pleaded and Jack took mercy in this poor soul in front of him. “Alright, alright, come here, Shepherd.” That’s how you spent the 15 minutes leading to the shift change on how to not fuck it up. “Robby is a good guy at heart, think like Dye. Unconventional, a bit of an ass, but is trying his best. As long as you don’t act cocky and aren’t a nuisance he’ll be fine,” Jack explained as [Y/n] changed into the ED uniform. Jack wasn’t even hiding how he was looking over Shepherd as he changed. The two have been in far more embarrassing positions than this. “You got some muscle. Nice.” Jack wasn’t a person of compliments, but this one felt genuine. Possibly out of concern for the phone call that brought [Y/n] here in the first place. It was the shift change. [Y/n] was stressed the fuck out. Jack was by his side, a hand on the doctor’s shoulder. He guided Shepherd to the nurse desk where almost everyone was gathered at the news of a new person joining them. Jack had to basically drag [Y/n] to the forced social interactions. “Shep, you can’t just leave. You made it this far. Come on,” he nudged Shepherd, who froze up, opened his mouth, closed it. Basically bluescreened. 

“Fine, fine, just please play ‘Highway To Hell’ when I get my funeral,” [Y/n] said, resigned to fate. Jack gave a mock-salute. “Yessir.” It was a nerve wracking experience to go through an ER, being the new one. Soon Shepherd arrives there, Jack in tow. “Abbot, would you mind introducing your… acquaintance?” Robby prompts, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face. ’Jack was totally right about Robby, he looks like an asshole.’ “This is Doctor [L/n], Physician Assistant and former Combat Medic,” Jack introduced, clapping [Y/n] on the back. Despite the force, the man didn’t stumble. Instead he straightened his posture automatically. “Um, yes. Pleasure to meet you, sir.” He cringed immediately at calling someone ‘sir’ a second time in one hour. Despite that Shepherd extends his hand towards Robby. Robby looks over the man in front of him for a second. Posture is straight, language formal. Seems good. Michael took the hand and gave it a few shakes, finding himself pleasantly surprised at the calloused hand of the doctor. 

“Good to have you onboard, doctor,” he responds, giving a polite smile. “You’ll shadow me for the day, I have to assess you.” 

Shepherd nodded, trying his hardest to not call anybody ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ again. “Of course,” the man replied as he looked around the other workers. 

The medic recognized Dana from Jack’s stories. She seemed to be a competent woman, commanding respect. Then there were the kids of the ER. Shepherd didn’t learn their names, Jack was insistent on meeting them first. 

[Y/n] turned around to look at Jack, wide-eyed and confused. Why is he here? He’s not used to such busy environments! And he actually has medical supplies?! He did more with less! 

Abbot smiles softly at the look on his mentee’s face, suddenly remembering their first meeting. Shepherd didn’t change at all. 

The rest of the shift was watching the interaction with barely concealed amusement. 

“[Y/n], just go. They don’t bite, hard.”

“Not helping!” The man in question replied. Robby, despite himself, was happy for Jack. He seemed happier. 

“Gentlemen, I think it’s not the time,” he says, immediately snapping the attention of the two veterans. 

“Right,” Shepherd turned to Jack one last time and saluted playfully. “Break a leg, sir!” With that he took off after Robby, not wanting to face the wrath of Jack Abbot when joked about his leg, or lack thereof. 

Robby was already walking to a patient when [Y/n] caught up. “So, sir- erm, Dr. Robinavich-“ he stumbled over the sentence, trying to salvage some dignity but failing miserably. “Just Robby is fine, kid,” the Attending assured.

“Okay… Robby.” The words felt foreign in the young doctor’s mouth after years of hierarchy and honorifics.

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