jealousy, jealousy. - jack abbot.
summary; after spotting jack shirtless in a room with a female co-worker, you head out to town with trinity to cool off.
contents; fem!senior resident!reader, reader n jack are dating, alcohol consumption, bad karaoke, misunderstanding/miscommunication trope, kinda follows the same events that s2 had, just in diff timestamps
a/n; based on this request <3
wc; 1.7k
The soles of your feet ached, and your neck felt about as tight as a knot at the moment. It had truly been the shift from hell. Not only is it the fourth of July, but the computer systems were down for half the day, and everything turned to pure chaos.
Your shift was over an hour ago, and yet you were still here. You were trying to find Jack, Shen, or literally anyone who you could hand-off your remaining patients to. It had taken easily an hour to digitize all the patients who'd come in during the computer blackout.
All you wanted to do was maybe get a tight hug from Jack, and then head off home to sleep for the next 12 hours.
Your brow quirked up at the distant comment, the nosiness of your nature unable to hide as you walked towards where you heard it from. So what, maybe you like a little drama? Who cares?
However, the sight upon your eyes was the last thing you expected. Your boyfriend, Jack, shirtless in a room with Samira. Samira, who just murmured about secrets. Samira, who is drop dead gorgeous, and has more empathy than anyone.
It felt like your heart dropped down to your stomach. You'd never worried with Jack, you always thought you two were a solid deal. I mean, between being a SWAT medic and an attending in the ER, you figured he would be too tired to ever even consider being disloyal. But there he was. In the hospital, too. He was barely trying to hide it.
Tears pricked at your eyes, the skin of your knuckles turning white against your grip on the tablet. How dare he?
After walking to a quiet corridor, you take a few deep breaths, and blink away the tears. Because no, he doesn't deserve your tears. He wants to be a cheating jerk? You won't cry about it. Not yet, at least.
Once you've composed yourself, you waste no time in finding Shen, filling him in on the patients you had left, and practically shoved the tablet in his hands. He barely had time to comment back, before you were walking away, straight to your locker. Maybe you'd go home, and drown yourself into a pint of ice cream.
"Today sucked." You heard Trinity's voice from your left, as she fought with the lock on her locker. "Y'wanna go out? I really need to get drunk right now."
Your brows furrowed. It wasn't common for Trinity to go out like that. She liked keeping to her tight group of a few people, and you two didn't hang out that much. Mulling over the offer for a moment, you shrugged.
"Sure. Why the hell not?" You shrugged, grabbing your backpack from your locker. "I'm gonna change, I'll meet you out front. I could really use a drink too."
You heard her let out a scoff-like laugh, before you disappeared into one of the changing rooms. Maybe this is exactly what you need to get Jack off your mind for a moment.
It was...lively. The karaoke bar was fairly full, but not to the point where it felt suffocating. You and Trinity had been sat at a table, downing shot after shot, a few drinks thrown in too. After the initial tenseness from the shift started fading, both of you started letting loose.
Laughs spilled from your lips, as you watched drunk duos hop up on stage and sing horribly into the mic. But hell, everyone in here is drunk, no one is gonna remember this.
Trinity turns to you with a sly grin, and you can instantly tell what she wants. "No." You laughed, putting a hand out, "I am not getting up there to sing with you, Trin. That is not happening."
Not even a minute later, you were stood on stage. Trinity had chosen a song, and the lyrics started displaying on the two little screens propped up. The first few lines were quiet, awkward.
I want you to know that I'm happy for youI wish nothing but the best for you both
Trinity was singing her heart out, and you were slowly gaining confidence. With your free hand, you pulled your hair tie out, letting your hair flow down freely.
An older version of me, is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theatre?
Your hand was gripped around the microphone a little tighter now, voice smoothing into a more singing tone, as you and Trinity danced on stage. Some others from the hospital had arrived too, laughing at you two with drinks in hand.
Mel was cheering, giving you two a grin and a thumbs-up, while Dennis had his phone out, clearly filming you two. You'd so regret this tomorrow.
Does she speak eloquently? And would she have your baby?
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother
At his locker, Jack let out a soft groan, wincing as he shifted the wrong way, and a stabbing pain throbbed in his shoulder. He knew when he got over to your place, and you saw the wound in his shoulder, you'd kill him. Every time he gets hurt on duty, you lose it. He kind of likes it though. Shows you care.
His phone pinged, and he fished it out of his pocket instantly with a small smile. You were basically the only person who actively texted him, so he knew it was you.
His smile then dropped immediately.
Why is Dennis Whitaker texting him?
Dennis: uhhh you might want to get over here
Dennis: [location]
Dennis: [video]
Dennis: what did you do, man
Jack's eyes widened as he clicked on the video. You, on a stage. Singing.
'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade as soon as you close your eyes
And you know it
And every time I scratch my nails
Down someone else's back, I hope you feel it
Well, can you feel it?
Jesus. Considering the lyrics, he doesn't see how it could be about him. But then again, if you were singing about another man, he'd hurt even worse.
Without hesitation, Jack grabbed his gear bag, and practically bolted it out of the ER. Whatever was going on with you, he knew it needed to be figured out now. You aren't big on confrontation, so he knew he'd have to squeeze it all out of you. Which he'll do.
It doesn't take long for Jack to get there. He's stepping into the open bar, immediately looking toward the stage, but you weren't there anymore. His head swiveled around, finally spotting you at a table, chatting drunkenly to Trinity and Dennis.
"Sweetheart." Jack hummed, stopping by your side of the table, tilting his head a little to catch your gaze, spotting the unmistakable anger in your eyes. So, he had done something.
You narrowed your eyes, hand coming to shove at his shoulder, only to miss. "No- nope!" Hiccup. "You go away, mister dirtbag. I don't wanna see you!"
Half the bar was looking your way now, and Jack let out a soft sigh, grabbing your purse from the table, "Come on. Let's go outside and talk. You can yell at me all you want over there."
Oh, and you did. Calling him every name in the book, smacking your hand on his broad chest, which only felt like a tap to him. He had no clue what he had done, until you started calling him a cheater, muttering about him and Samira.
"Oh, sweetheart, no..." He chuckled, looking down at you with a small smile, "I wasn't cheating on you with Samira, god no. She was patching up a wound on my shoulder. It was a secret, because I didn't want to fill out a chart, and a police report."
You immediately stopped your rant, face falling. God. He was just getting patched up. And you'd just cussed him out for about 10 minutes straight.
But then it clicked in your brain.
"Why would you need a police report?" You swayed on your feet a little, hand reaching out to grab his arm, efficiently holding yourself up. Jack let one of his hands rest on your waist, keeping you stable.
He had a guilty, sheepish look on his face. You might actually kill him now.
"I uhh..." He cleared his throat, "Just remember that I'm okay now, and love you very very much, okay?"
Seeing the glare on your face, he winced a little. I think his way of convincing you that he's fine wasn't working out how he hoped to. "Uh...well I technically got shot-"
"Shh- shit, shh, baby..." He laughed, palm cupping over your mouth, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. You were unbelievable. "The bullet grazed my shoulder. It was just a little flesh wound. I just couldn't reach it myself, and didn't want to worry you at the end of an already hell-ish shift."
Your eyes softened at that, and he took that as his sign to let his palm slip from your mouth, moving to cup your cheek now. "I really am sorry, sweetheart. I didn't even realize how bad it would look. And I should've told you I was hurt. I'd hate it if you hid an injury from me, and it was unfair of me to hide one from you."
The crease between your brows slowly disappeared, and a tiny, miniscule smile crawled up the corners of your lips, as you nodded. "Yes, you should've told me. It was a horrible thing to witness, Jack. But I am sorry for jumping to conclusions."
"Nonsense." He kissed your nose, giving you a smile. "I would've probably jumped to the exact same conclusions, if I saw you shirtless in a room with a man." A soft laugh left his lips, as he pulled you closer, "Maybe we can learn something from this. Better communication."
You nodded, leaning your head on his chest. "I'm still a little mad, though. You have a lot to make up for."
Jack grinned, cupping your jaw to press a kiss to your lips. "I know, honey." He murmurs, lips grazing yours, "Promise I'll make up for it when we get home."
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