Thalia

Everyone knows Robby and Jack are married but they're pretty low key about it. They don't talk about their private life at work and nobody dares to ask. Which means nobody noticed when Dennis fitted snugly into their relationship.

Keeping it under wraps is going well, nobody can find Dennis anymore during the shift change hand offs but the work always gets sorted. He starts picking up more doubles and night shifts but hey, med school debt is no joke.

It all changes one night, the three of them sharing a bed together, when Dennis decides to be a bit of a shit stirrer. He starts leaving very very visible marks all over jack's neck. Hickeys, bite marks, scratches, the lot.

Jack strides into work looking like hes been mauled by a very mouthy wildcat. Everyone is whispering at the scraps of their superiors relationship and because, quite frankly, they didn't know Robby was like that and ooo it's juicy. Money changes hands.

Robby meanwhile is absolutely mortified, he can't say it wasn't him because HR would be on their ass, he won't say it was him because that's humiliating, and he can't ignore it because his husband is flaunting around like a peacock.

Fic where an angry patient storms in with a gun and, before Ahmad can stop him, he takes a shot at Robby.

It's a through and through shot and everyone slams into action as soon as the shooter is disarmed. Dennis was talking to Robby when he got shot, he's covered in Robby's blood but he's the first to get his hands on him and up onto a gurney.

They rush into a trauma room, Dennis shouting for Jack (who is also there because I love him and hucklerabbot)

Dennis is pale but the two of them get Robby stable enough to send him up to surgery. Jack and Dennis make eye contact for a second both breathing heavily before Dennis drops.

Jack is over him in an instant calling for a wheelchair only to see blood pooling on the floor.....wait blood?

Dennis was talking to Robby. It was a through and through. Dennis was covered in Robby's blood. SHIT how didn't he notice.

one day dennis is cycling into work alone, robby has the day off and Jack is just finishing up in the hospital. he's enjoying the early breeze and the weather is nice, banishing the lingering daily upset of having to have his leather collar taken off his neck and replaced by the small chain. robby or Jack always kiss him and reassure him as they do it though, so it could be worse.

dennis is cycling across the street when a car runs a red light and smacks into the side of his his bike, sending him off the side and clattering into the pavement. luckily he's wearing a helmet and so when his head crashes into the floor it's not too disastrous, but he's badly concussed.

the concrete he landed on was rough and has shredded his trouser legs and shirt sleeves, leaving him with decently deep cuts all over his arms and legs which are bleeding steadily. dennis doesn't feel that, just the pounding of his head and oddly ticklish feel of blood dripping down his forehead and onto his nose. he's confused. he doesn't know what's happened and his head hurts.

he thinks he might be crying. people are trying to talk to him but he can't understand them, he's scared. the only thing that comes to his mind are his boyfriends, where are robby and Jack? he wants them. they would fix whatever has happened.

his less injured arm instinctively jerks up towards his neck, trying to touch his day collar and reassure himself that they're going to make him better, but his hand meets only soft, bloody skin. where is his collar? he starts to panic.

he's in too much pain to move much and he can't turn his head to look for it. he starts to cry properly, struggling to breathe. he can see there's blood on his arm but he still can't tell what's happened.

his breathing gets worse and he starts to hyperventilate, collar nowhere to be found. Jack and robby always said that as long as there was a collar round his neck, he was theirs, and no one could take him away from them. that was why they never let him be without one!

his vision is getting spotty and he feels very dizzy. everything hurts, but none of it as badly as the thought that his chain is gone. without his chain he was alone. he didn't belong to Jack and robby, they didn't want him anymore and he didn't have anywhere to go. he couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't breathe, he just wanted his Jack and his robby to hold him.

but the collar was gone, and that must mean that he'd been very, very bad indeed. bad enough for them not to want him anymore. his tears mixed with blood on his face as he passed out right as the ambulance rounded the corner.

unbeknownst to poor, concussed dennis, the chain had broken off on impact and was lying in the gutter nearby. his bare neck would be the last thing to cross either of his boyfriends minds of course, when Jack saw his battered, bloody body get rolled into the ER on a gurney and immediately had Dana call robby.

day collars could be replaced with a snap of their fingers. in the first days of dennis' recovery, when he was unable to get a new collar yet, too attached to lines and wires, robby or Jack would sit next to him by his hospital bed with one of their hands resting on his neck, reminding him that unless they expressly took his collar off him (which they would never do), he was theirs. it would take a while before dennis really accepted this, but they were willing to tell him as often as he needed.