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stop stripping the female characters of their own plotlines, own motivations, and own disabilities. stop acting as though their suffering is solely caused by a third party agent rather than allowing them to be complex and nuanced characters who are every bit as worthy of in-depth analysis as a white male character.

stop painting over baran's disability, stop ignoring mohan's ongoing struggles with residencies, research funding and her family, stop dismissing trinity's backstory of childhood abuse, stop diminishing javadi's growth as she goes into choosing her residency. stop acting like their layered emotions and struggles are all based on the actions of one man- because they are not.

baran has been battling the realities of her disability all day, realities that mean that she cannot do the job she was hired to do to its full capacity because it is not safe. she is angry and mourning the loss of autonomy and independence that this will cause her now and has caused her in the past. while robby could have phrased himself better, baran's suffering and storyline is *not* about him and is *not* catalysed by him. how dare you strip her of her storyline, that means so much to so many living with disabilities?

then, Dennis, who is notably a man, moves in with her. the first night, Trinity kind of laughs it off, saying, “this isn’t really a situation i was prepared for, we can go get you some 3 in 1, or whatever it is that you use, in the morning.”

not wanting to be a bother, he replied, “no, don’t be ridiculous! i’ve always wanted to smell like…” picking up the shampoo and body wash, he continued, “lavender and roses.”

a few days later, they’re standing around the nurses’ station with Victoria and Mel when Mel, sensing something, leans in close to them and breathes in their identically scented hair. “why do you guys smell the same?”

Trinity and Dennis had taken every precaution so that no one would suspect them. Trinity, not wanting anyone to find out about the circumstances that led to them living together (out of respect to Dennis), tries to answer, “well-”

“it’s what she had.” he, accidentally, interrupts with a shrug, completely oblivious to the possible implications of sharing shampoo with Trinity.

then, Mel asks, “you… are using her shampoo?”

Trinity is just a second too late to stop him from absentmindedly replying, “i mean, i’m staying at her place.” she just looks at him, telepathically saying, what is your issue???

Victoria, ever the gossip seeker, asks, through a grin, “you’re staying at her place?”

finally, it seems to click for him, and he cringes, “oops.”

jack is fully clothed and Robby fully naked, the stark contrast between them making jack more turned on by the second,

Robby's cock is already red and achingly hard, the urge to whine and plead for any sort of stimulation extremely hard to resist

Robby's been given strict orders: do not speak unless spoken to and do not make any noise. he doesn't dare obey, knowing how serious jack is about the orders.

Jack begins to undo his pants, just pushing them down his thighs enough to let his cock free. he's going to work himself up slowly, making sure to keep intense eye contact with Robby the whole time. he gets off on seeing how needy the other man becomes, his eyes portraying all the want and need he's feeling.

It wasn't his first choice, but his parents cut him off when he came out, and he refused to join the army like his Dad kept pressuring him, too.

He's good at it, though, and there's this one viewer who might be his favorite. He's the sweetest in the comments, tips the highest, and always pays for private chats even if Jack is too tired to do more than jerk off.

Robby is chief of emergency medicine at PTMC.

He works too much, has very little free time, and every relationship he's ever had ends before it even begins.

So, on nights when he can't sleep or is is wired tight — he goes online.

Live cams are new to him, a little odd but he enjoys the interaction.

Finding JockRabbit was just a stroke of luck (pun intended)

Does he feel pervy watching this kid who can't be any older than 21 making doe eyes at the camera with his dick in his hand? Kind of.

But those eyes? Curls? That mouth?

Robby's never come harder than when JockRabbit winks at camera and thanks him for the tip.

So twice a week, Robby settles into his favorite pastime. Watches JockRabbit get off for an hour, then pays for a private show until the boy is sleepy and saying good night.

Then cleans off and goes to sleep.

Its a steady routine.

A little fucked up

But a routine none the less

One morning, Dana wrangles him before he slips into a trauma to remind him of the new set of med students.

"They’re a little late today, but they'll be here soon."

"Great. Lemme know when they are." He gives her a thumbs up then dives right in.

He's elbows deep in a trauma, ordering the room at large what to do.

An eager shadow slides next to him, hovering as he explains how to intubate.

"Then pull." He leans back, letting the patient head drop, "Thats how you intubate."

"That was amazing."

Robby's heart stops. His blood runs cold.

Standing beside him in a pair of black scrubs, gloved hands clasped together, hazel eyes bright with wonder is the star of everyone of Robby's filthy fantasies.

"Uh-"

"Hi, Jack Abbot. MS-3. Nurse Evans sent me in here. I'm excited to be working with you, Dr. Robinavitch."

He's even more beautiful in person.

"Robby." He snaps.

Jack's eyes widen, "Uh-"

Robby clears his throat, "Sorry, Robby. You can call me Dr. Robby "

Jack's weary expression shifts into glee, he holds his gloved hand out and grins, "Pleasure to meet you Dr. Robby."

Oh he is so fucked.