GremlinKat

Acetaminophen/paracetamol has a hard stop upper dose limit, above which it becomes extremely toxic.

That limit is 4g (8 “extra strength” (500mg) tablets) in 24 hours (about 2 tablets every 6 hours).

A single dose of 22 extra strength tablets can kill you.

Taking 12 or more tablets per day for more than a week can also kill you (this is about 3 tablets every 6 hours).

Symptoms of overdose take up to 24 hours to manifest, and are fairly difficult to distinguish from other problems. They include abdominal pain (especially right upper quadrant), nausea, malaise, and confusion.

The antidote (n-acetylcystine) must be given within 8hours of ingestion in order to be useful.

After 10 hours the only thing that will work is a liver transplant.

You might think “why would I ever accidentally take so much?”

Well, acetaminophen is in almost everything in the cold/flu/pain aisle. Migraine combos like Excedrin, cold and flu combos like NyQuil, basically anything that says “non-aspirin pain relief”, and anything that’s branded as a fever reducer. It’s all probably acetaminophen/paracetamol.

Mine. Yours.

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Michael Robinavitch

Rating: M

Content: jealous/possessive jack. marking. established relationship. married rabbot. a little smutty/fluffy one-shot. they’re down bad for each other. romantic robby.

Summary: Jack watches Robby get hit on and stakes his claim. Not sure where this came from, but I had a vision.

Mine. Yours.

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Michael Robinavitch

Rating: M

Content: jealous/possessive jack. marking. established relationship. married rabbot. a little smutty/fluffy one-shot. they’re down bad for each other. romantic robby.

Summary: Jack watches Robby get hit on and stakes his claim. Not sure where this came from, but I had a vision.

NOAH WYLE as JOHN CARTER

Oh, yes. Beyoncé is consistently in my top 5 artists 🙂‍↕️

Driver roll up the partition please

Everything about the LA medical conference has been inconvenient at best. The PTMC admin hadn’t bothered to book Robby and Jack’s seats together, and the conference itself had somehow managed to be more of a drag than years prior.

Jack is having an even worse day than Robby is. He got into an argument with one of the representatives from an ED in Orlando, and he's been grumbling about it under his breath since.

The only saving grace was the promise of sex back at the hotel. It’s unfortunate that work trips are the closest thing they get to vacations, but Robby is no position to be picky. Though the LA traffic is doing its best to stop that too.

"Fucking hell," Jack mutters under his breath for the fifth time in as many minutes. He's got his elbow perched on the door, looking out at the standstill traffic miserably.

Robby rubs a soothing hand over Jack's knee, but it does little to quell his frustrations.

"We're gonna miss dinner," Jack bites, still looking at the window.

"We can get room service."

That doesn't help either. Jack nods, but buries his face in his palm, leg bouncing in irritation under Robby's hold.

Robby leans across the middle seat and whispers, "Dinner isn't what you're looking forward to anyway."

Jack huffs, but there is a bit of humor brewing in his eyes. "I need fuel to do it right."

"You can't fool me with that," Robby teases. "I've seen what you're capable of after a long shift."

A light laugh is the only answer Jack offers; then he turns back to the traffic. They haven't moved ten feet this whole time. Robby watches him for a while, and decides that if Jack's hungry, he can have an appetizer.

"Excuse me, sir," Robby says to the driver. "Would you mind rolling this up?"

"Sure thing." The whirl of the heavily tinted partition fills the car. Jack raises an eyebrow.

"Am I about to get beat up?"

"No." Robby unbuckles his seatbelt and shuffles to the middle. "But you are going to be quiet."

The confused look on Jack's face lasts less than a second before it morphs into desire when Robby wraps a rough hand around his bulge. "Don't," he says weakly, gripping Robby's wrist. "It's dangerous."

"We're barely moving," Robby whispers. He places a soft kiss on the underside of Jack's jaw. "Come on, lighten up."

"Oh, says you," Jack retorts. That's the end of his protesting; he lets go of Robby and lets him massage the growing tent in his trousers.

Robby makes quick work of undoing Jack's belt and pulling his hardening dick out of his slacks. He pumps it with a practiced rhythm, occasionally swiping his thumb over the tip. Jack takes a sharp breath in.

"Be quiet," Robby hisses in his ear. "I'm serious, or you'll have an empty stomach and blue balls."

A shiver runs down Jack's spine at the threat. "Okay, okay. I will."

Robby leans down and wraps his lips around Jack's tip. Jack's promise to be quiet almost goes out the window; he has to stuff his fist in his mouth to muffle himself. Robby slips farther down Jack's length, hollowing his cheeks.

Jack's hand will have marks in it from how hard he's digging his teeth into his hand. Robby has too much practice to give Jack any leeway, and while Jack usually appreciates his skills, right now it's torturous.

Without thinking, Jack's hips snap up, but the movement is hindered by his seatbelt. Robby laughs around him, the vibrations send Jack further to the edge.

He looks at the partition. The tint is almost pitch black, but he can't help but wonder how much the chauffeur can still see. It probably doesn't matter; Jack would bet good money he knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as Robby requested it be lifted.

Robby's hand wiggles beneath him, cupping Jack's balls through his trousers. There's a dull scratch provided by the pressure of the open zipper; Jack's head falls back. He curls a hand in Robby's hair.

"Mike, babe..."

"Mhm." More vibrations. The car rolls forward before jolting to a stop, causing Robby to choke a bit.

"You okay?" Jack whispers.

Robby lifts up until all his attention is on Jack's tip, but doesn't pull off. The angle is awkward, but he stares up at Jack with those beautiful brown eyes, and Jack's fist flies back into his mouth, barely containing a strangled sound.

Slowly, Robby lowers back down. Only stopping when his nose becomes buried in the hair surrounding the base of Jack's cock.

Jack wants so badly to moan, to thrust his hips, and sing Robby's praises, but he can't. He sinks his teeth further into his own flesh and lets Robby take him for this ride.

He can feel his orgasm building. Bit by bit, the heat in his gut grows until it's unbearable. Jack tries to warn Robby, but he barely gets half his name out before he has to force his fist back inside his mouth in an attempt to keep quiet.

Like the treasure he is, Robby swallows down every bit of him with ease, pulling off with a satisfied smirk.

"Not bad," he whispers.

Jack surges forward and takes Robby's mouth with his own; the aftertaste of his pleasure lingers. "I fucking love you."

Robby chuckles. "I know you do. That's why I was willing to do that."

"The second we're back in that hotel, I'm going to thank you properly."

"Oh?" Robby teases. "What happened to dinner?"

Experienced Jack who wants him so bad and inexperienced Robby who finds out he's a bottom slut 😋

Nothing he and Jack had done up to this point was new to Robby. He has plenty of experience making out and sneakily sliding his hands under the clothes of the women he's been with, but tonight they're breaching new territory.

Robby's jeans are long gone. Discarded to the other side of the room as if Jack had been personally offended by them, and now he lies on the mattress with only his thin cotton boxers containing him.

"You've really never been fucked before?" Jack asks. His voice is gruff and needy, partially muffled by his refusal to take his lips off Robby's bulge.

They do this every time. Jack loves the confirmation that no other man has ever kissed, groped, or fucked Robby. "No."

"You're gonna love it."

Robby gulps. "We'll see."

Jack looks up at him with black eyes. "You're gonna love it," he insists. "I'm going to make sure of it."

Robby focuses on keeping his breathing normal while Jack peels away his last layer of dignity. He sucks in a sharp breath as Jack takes his dick in his mouth.

This is another thing he's experienced with. It's great, as always, but there is something particularly enticing about Jack doing it. Robby's noticed that about most things, though. Simple things Robby has been doing since his teenage years make Robby's head fuzzy when Jack is the one he's doing it with. His usual shallow panting and low groans are replaced with wanton moans that he bites his lip to suppress.

A wet finger traces around the outside of his rim. That's new. Robby was expecting it, but his guard is down enough for a hard gasp to break from him. He grits his teeth to keep himself together.

Jack's cheeks hollow, and he lowers further down Robby's length as he pushes his finger inside. This time, Robby has to clasp a hand over his mouth.

When he finally composes himself enough to look back down, the hunger in Jack's eyes has grown. He pulls off with a smug grin.

"Enjoying yourself."

There's no way Robby could talk without embarrassing himself, so he settles for nodding.

"Knew you would," Jack says. He adds a second finger. "We're just getting started."

Robby's hand flies back to his mouth, but this time Jack catches it.

"Nuh, uh." He smirks. "You're going to let me hear you."

He curls his fingers as he says it. Electricity shoots up Robby's spine.

"Jack!"

"That's it, baby. Nice and loud."

He picks up the pace. Hammering his fingers against Robby's prostate with practiced precision. If Robby could think, he'd be jealous of the people who have had this before, but in his current state all he can do is babble and beg.

"Jack! Jack, please. Please, please. I need— I need—"

He doesn't know what he needs or what he's asking for. He doesn't even know where all this talking is coming from. Never before has Robby been someone who made noise. A few low breaths and occasionally a rumbling moan during his orgasm, but never anything close to this. It's as if Jack forces a new sound out with each brush of his fingers.

Then they're gone. A new noise erupts from Robby. A pathetic cry that continues into a desperate whine.

Jack shushes him, leaning close, hot breath tickling Robby's ear. "Getting myself ready for you, baby. Don't worry."

The first breach of Jack's tip puts stars in Robby's eyes. He's never felt such bliss outside of an orgasm before; he's not sure how he hasn't cum already. The coil in his guy is wound tighter than it ever has been before.

"That good? Can I give you more?"

Robby nods clumsily. More begging pours out of him, and it's rewarded with a hot kiss on his neck.

Jack breaches him inch by inch, and everything Robby's ever heard about sex is starting to make sense. Intimacy has never been this intense before; he feels truly connected to Jack even as he becomes more disconnected from his body. Floating above himself as he's stretched full, hole clenching to bring Jack impossibly deeper.

"I'm gonna— I'm gonna move now," Jack pants.

Robby's legs cross over Jack's back; his hands gripping at strong shoulders. "Please."

That's all it takes. Jack pounds into him relentlessly. Egged on by Robby's desperate calls and the harsh scrape of his nails.

Robby's eyes roll back. His heavy dick bounces between the two of them, leaking steadily over their abdomens as Jack fucks him.

"That's it," Jack says. "Good boy. Taking it so well. So fucking perfect."

Robby can barely hear him over his own cries, but the words encourage the heat in his stomach.

The tip of Jack's cock drags rhythmically over his prostate, and the accompanying lighting that runs through Robby builds and builds until it boils over and Robby spills between them with a broken moan.

Jack keeps his pace and offers more praises as Robby cums completely untouched. Even after Robby's tired dick lies limp on his stomach, Jack keeps it up, sending a new type of pleasure through Robby that's almost too much, but he isn't willing to lose.

The eventual hot flood of Jack filling him makes Robby want to sing and cry, but all he can manage is another pitiful whimper. His throat is raw, and his eyes are heavy.

Jack pulls out, and Robby revels in the feeling of his hole winking, desperate to keep Jack's cum inside him.

"Knew you'd like it," Jack whispers.

"Uh, huh." Robby doesn't know how Jack can speak; Robby can't even think.

"That's just the beginning, baby," he promises. "There's a lot more where that came from."

Bonus: quotes my friends, and I have said

He always draws a crowd to watch him ring that bell over and over, and at the front of them is his husband playfully shaking his head.

Something something sister is like ‘this dr abbot, is he - is he kind? Was he gentle with Raymond when he passed’

Something something Robby holding back tears being like ‘he’s uh, he’s actually my husband. I promise you Raymond was never alone, not for a moment. Jack would’ve been with him until the very end, making sure he knew he wasn’t alone.’

———

“You have my heartfelt condolences. Jack Abbot.”

Robby’s words hang softly in the air, grief like heavy snow between him and Raymond Orser’s sister.

She takes a shaking inhale, chin wobbling as she stares at her brother.

No matter how many times Robby does this, it never gets easier. Turns out shattering someone’s world as gently as you can is still smashing it to pieces.

He had sent Jack home with a soft kiss, thumb gently brushing over his exhausted husband’s cheek as he promised to deliver the letter. His heart ached for Jack, knowing he fought with everything he had to save the man now lying still on the gurney. He knows Jack will carry this like a thousand pound weight.

“Will you sit with me,” Fiona asks, voice trembling. “Just - just for a minute.”

Robby nods, wordlessly bringing the rolling stool next to the chair by the gurney.

He tucks the letter carefully back into the envelope, knowing a piece of Jack is going with it. He hands it to Fiona.

“Do you know him?” She sniffs, looking down at the letter. “The doctor who wrote this? Dr. Abbot?”

“I do,” Robby says softly.

“Did he really try?” She asks, voice breaking. She looks at him, eyes red and welling. “Did he really do everything he could?”

Robby nods a little, letting out a breath. He gets why she’s asking - in the throes of grief, people are desperate for a reason. A reason their loved one is gone. Someone to answer for it. Some exception that proves death is not indiscriminate.

“I can promise you there is no one in this or any other hospital who would have tried harder,” he says, voice gentle and steady as he meets her eyes. “There is nothing he wouldn’t have done to save Raymond, Fiona. If there was a way, he would have found it.”

She sniffles, tears rolling heavily down her cheeks.

“It just kills me that he was alone,” she whispers, hand coming to her mouth to stifle a sob.

Robby turns to face her completely, gently taking her hand. It’s what Jack would do.

“He wasn’t alone,” he shakes his head. He can feel his own eyes burn despite his best efforts, knowing Jack gave everything he had to ensure the man in his care knew exactly that. “He wasn’t alone, Fiona.”

She looks at him, hand squeezing his fingers.

“I’ve known Jack Abbot for a very long time,” he says, smiling a little. “And if there’s one thing I can tell you, it’s that once he’s decided you need him, there’s no getting rid of him.”

Fiona huffs a tiny laugh, smiling just a little beneath the tears. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Robby smiles softly. “It’s why I married him.”

Fiona’s eyebrows shoot up. “He’s your husband?”

Robby nods, knowing his love for his husband is written all over his face. “Luckily for me, he is. And I know he made sure Raymond knew he wasn’t alone. He made sure he wasn’t in any pain and that he knew he had a brother here with him. Someone who understood the parts of him that people like you and me can’t.”

“Because he’s a veteran too,” she nods, sniffling. “Raymond would’ve - he would’ve liked that. Having someone who gets it, you know?”

Robby nods. She’s still holding tight to his hand, and he doesn’t let go.

“I just don’t know what to do,” she confesses quietly.

“You don’t have to,” Robby shakes his head. “Grief is a road with no map. All you can do is take it one step at a time. Minute by minute.”

She swallows, nodding even as her chin trembles.

“Thank you,” she whispers, squeezing his hand. “And please thank Dr. Abbot for me. For doing everything that he could. For - for being here with Raymond. At the end.”

Robby squeezes her hand in return.

“I will,” he nods, standing and squeezing her shoulder. “Take all the time you need, Fiona. May his memory be a blessing.”

He closes the door softly behind him, taking a deep breath. The ED is still moving, the steady thrum of chaos never skipping a beat.

He tugs his phone out of his pocket, quickly pulling up his texts with Jack.

‘I love you and I’m proud of the man you are. Get some sleep and I’ll see you when I get home ❤️.’

He doesn’t even have a chance to put his phone away before Jack replies.

There's definitely material here for a Demon/Angel AU. Especially since Titus is literally a devil worshiper and Flynn mentions going to Sunday school as a kid.