áąđ© Jack Abbot x fem black!reader áąđ©
Û¶à§ warning: Age gap (reader is 27, Jack is in his late 40s), Jack is in this chapter, and yes he's in uniform, blood, and medical inaccuracies (I tried my best to get it as accurate as possible).
Û¶à§ a/n: Hello, everyone! Welcome back to those returning, and if you've just found my blog check out chapter one first, then come back. Initially this chapter was intended to be just a thousand words as usual, but I missed Jack, so I put a few chapters together. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3
âAlright, Lindsay, so Iâve looked over your x-ray. I was wondering, if youâre in any sports?â You question. âIâm in soccer, but Iâm also in student body,â she answers. You nod while taking note, âthat concurs,â. âWhy? What's happening to her?â The mother asks. âYour daughter is causing strain on her heart from stress, itâs commonly known as broken heart syndrome, but we call it stress cardiomyopathy. âOh my gosh,â The mother places her hand against her chest. You stay silent for a moment, so the pair can digest this news. âYou must stop stressing; Lindsay, or you can suffer from a heart attack. Youâre not too young,â.
You watch Lindsay and her motherâs expressions, then the light gets a bit brighter. âIâll let you two discuss this amongst yourselves, please excuse me,". You take a deep breath, rushing to an empty patient room.
âYou must stop stressing, Miss L/Nâ. You were eighteen, and it was your senior year of high school. The stress of grades, college applications, and after-school clubs were becoming unbearable. It got to a point where you just wanted to sleep all day to escape. The alarming sign was when you had a panic attack in the bathroom, tears cascading down your face, your shaking hand clutching your chest trying to stop the pain. Â
You had to quit your after-school clubs, because you couldnât stop stressing. Your mother had to book a bi-weekly spa day for you, for the rest of your senior year as well. Thatâs why you do different forms of fitness, to regulate your nervous system, but it does have other benefits.Â
âYouâre okay...â you whisper to yourself. The door opens to reveal Dr. Mohan. âOh, Iâm sorry I thought this one was empty,â. âItâs okay, youâre okay,â.  you continue whispering, not realizing she's right there.
âAre you okay?â She asks, you nod rubbing your knees, then covering your face. âIâm fine, I just...need a minute. Please just give me a minute,â. You can see her heartbreak for you. Sympathy covers her like a coat, and sheâs watching the happiest person in the ER break before her eyes. âOkay,â she leaves you be. You sit in silence repeating âyouâre okayâ to yourself. When you return to Lindsay a random woman is with her. âHello, who are you?â you inquire with a smile.
âIâm her coach, and a family friend,â she looks at you; you donât look at her. You look at Lindsayâs sudden change of body language. Itâs stiff and uneasy, unlike her body language with her mother. âI was telling her how she needs to calm down, because we canât lose our star player,â she jokes. Lindsay nervously laughs, but you donât let a single noise leave your mouth. Youâve seen people like Lindsay, hell you are Lindsay. Youâve also seen people like her coach. Â
âShe shouldnât play for a while, because sheâs overworking herself,â You explain. The womanâs expression goes from glee to confusion in a matter of seconds. âThat canât be possible weâre going to the championship,â. You stare at her, confused by her selfishness. âMaâam if you donât let her relax for a bit, it wonât be good...â. âI understand that, but we need her,â.
âCome with me maâam,â you motion to the hallway. You rack your brain on what youâre going to tell her. Your lip quivers trying to stomach Lindsayâs situation. âShe canât play period.â You state, she scoffs at you. âIâve known her since a baby, okay? You donât know a damn thing about her. I know what she can and canât take!â The coach yells. Â
âYou obviously donât, because that damn girl will die of a heart attack if you donât stop pressuring her! She is a child! She is a seventeen-year-old girl! You will kill her before she reaches her eighteenth birthday if you continue the way you are going!â You didnât realize, but your voice was escalating as you continued speaking. âIt isnât fair to her or her mother if you take her baby away from her for your own selfish reasons,â. A few of your coworkers' stare at you and the woman. âIâm sorry...I donât mean to yell, but this is important for her. Please give her a break,â.Â
You walk away. You feel horrible for yelling, but you needed to get your point across. You need her to give that girl a break. Dr. Al-Hashimi walks into the break room where youâre sitting. âIâll apologize...I was wrong, I shouldnât have yelled,â. âWhatâs going on, Dr. L/Nâ she asks. âSheâs going to kill that girl if she doesnât stop...â you feel nauseous at the thought. She sighs, taking a seat next to you. Â
âI understand that, and you shouldnât have yelled, but I do admire your connection towards your patients,â. You give her a slight smile. âThank you, I just know what Lindsayâs going through.â. Dr. Al-Hashimi nods, and you wait for her response. âI understand that, but thereâs only so much we can do,â. You nod in agreement; you understand youâve done all you can. Itâs all up to Lindsay and her mother to decide her fate.
âYOUâVE BEEN KILLING MY DAUGHTER?!â The voice echoes throughout the hospital, and you see security rushing past the door. When you and Dr. Al-Hashimi walk out of the break room, Lindsayâs mother and her coach are having a screaming match. âHey! Hey!â You yell, attempting to calm the pair. âMy baby isnât going to play for the rest of the season! You unthoughtful bitch!â Lindsayâs mother yells. Â
âMaâamâ you say, and Lindsayâs mother shoves the coach. âMaâam!â you yell. âIf you continue conducting yourself this way, we will remove you from the premises, and Iâm sure Lindsay doesnât want that,â. It's quiet for a moment, Lindsay's mother takes in your words. âOkay...â. You're going to need a few cocktails for this shift. âWould you like something to eat Lindsay,â you ask when you enter her room. Â
âA sandwich please,â. Â
âComing right up,â Â
âWhen are you taking your lunch break, so I can too,â Javadi asks. âAround 3, then I packed a snack for seven,â. Javadi listens, slowly taking one of your protein bars from your desk. âHey, thief,â you say. She giggles, wheeling away on her chair. You think over what youâll wear tonight as you chart, considering you donât get out that much you have plenty of options. Itâll just be coworkers, so youâre going to keep it casual. A cute graphic tee, mid-rise jeans, and kitten heels should do the trick. Or a mini skirt with boots? You rub your temples before continuing your charting. Your last patient has been discharged. Â
âDottie, I need you to pick up a patient,â Dana says. âGotcha,â. When you make it to the patientâs room, itâs a young woman. Nothing over twenty-two, and sheâs obviously nervous. âGood morning,â you greet with a smile. She waves shyly, âsorry, I donât know why I did that...hi,â Renee replies. You giggle at her awkwardness reminding you a bit of yourself. âOh no youâre fine, I laughed then snorted this morning, so you canât get worse than me,â. She giggles at your statement before covering her mouth feeling insensitive. âSorry...â, you shake your head, then smile. âNo, I wanted you to laugh, so what brings you in today?â You ask. âIâm irritated down there, and it itches when I pee...â. You listen and document what sheâs saying. âAre you sexually active maâam,â.Â
The young lady looks down, before answering. âYes, my boyfriend can get carried away sometimesâ. Your eyebrow raises, and her eyes widen like she can read your mind. âNot like that, weâve been trying new things in bed.â you relax at her clarification. âOkay, I was concerned for a moment,â. She giggles and shakes her head. âDo you use protection?â. âSometimes...â she admits, âWe get so wrapped up in the moment at times, but Iâm on birth control,â. She looks around the room. âHow old are you doctor?â. Â
âI am twenty-seven,â. âAlright, so you understand,â she rejoices. You nod with a smile. Youâre lying; you donât understand a damn thing sheâs talking about. The amount of sexual experience you have is as small as a piece of lint. Even that is being generous. âIâm going to step out to grab the materials, so I can conduct a pelvic exam.â You walk to the supply room for a kit, thinking of how the patient expressed her joy concerning intercourse. The word sex makes you scrunch your nose, so you never refer to it as that. Many say itâs because of your sensitized brain; youâre twenty-seven and still canât say the word sex without cringing a bit. To help you, you refer to it as intercourse. Â
âMaybe I need to become sexually activeâ you think to yourself. That means youâll have to find a boyfriend, which is hard on its own, then youâll have to be in the nude in front of him. Yeah...no, youâll just buy a toy at this rate. You shake the thought from your head, before smelling the nastiest smell of your life. âWhat is that?â you look around you for the source. Itâs Emma and Dana handling, Manny. A man who youâve even assisted before as a part of the street medicine team. âHoly!â Dana yelps, two large lizards run in your direction. This shift has got to be some sick joke. You got thrown up on, you had to separate a screaming match, and now two lizards are charging toward you. You take off like anyone would; some eyes are on you. Then their eyes shift to the lizards, and shrieks are all you can hear. Just in time you make it back to your patientâs room before the lizards can get there. Â
âWhittaker kill it!â Santos yells from the hallway. âIs everything alright out there?â Renee asks, and you nod. âEverything is fine, donât worry about them. Just relax,â. She nods, taking a deep breath, and closes her eyes to relax fully. You put on gloves, then begin the procedure. You hum the melody of âPocketful of Sunshineâ while working. âDo what you want, but you're never gonna break me,â Renee sings. Your eyes light up to hear her know the song. âSticks and stones are never gonna shake meâ. âOh, oh oh,â you both sing in unison. âDr. L/N,â Mel states, the sight she catches you in is comical. Your patient lies on the bed, and youâre standing with your hips swiveling as you two sing the lyrics. Youâre so in tune with the song you donât realize Renee stopped singing when Mel walked in. âIâve got a...got a pocket full of whatâ. âDr. L/N!â Mel shouts, causing you to jump. âSorry, for my outburst, but youâre needed for an emergency procedure,â. Â
 The sight that beholds you is unimaginable. A pregnant mother and her baby at risk of dying. You put on your gown and gloves immediately. âWe have to perform an emergency c-section. The umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's arm,â Dr. Robby says. âYou canât do that she wants a natural birth!â her husband demands. âSir, do you want a wife and a baby to go home with? If so, we must do this procedure,â Garcia states, the man nods immediately. Perlah directs him to the hallway.Â
You grab a scalpel, and direct it toward the womanâs bikini line. âIâm making an incision right at the bikini line,â. You slice and see the baby immediately. âBP is dropping; we have to act now,â Garcia exclaims. Mel reaches in to lift the umbilical cord from the babyâs arm, then lifts it free. You clip the umbilical cord; McKay, Mel, and Whittaker lay the baby on the hospitalâs bassinet to properly monitor it. âBP is back to normal,â Dr. Robby says. Â
âGood job, Dr. L/N,â Dr. Robby compliments. You sigh with relief. âThank you sir,â. After cleaning yourself up, you return to Renee to get the exam processed.Â
You blame the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice for the way you perceive relationships. Or how you donât perceive them, since a relationship is the last thing on your consciousness till itâs brought to your attention by someone else. Although you see their happiness when bringing up a relationship, youâre happy with being single. You review Reneeâs test results, before walking in. âAlright, Renee, so according to these test results you have a yeast infection,â. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops at the news. âFrom now on please be careful. I will prescribe you an antibiotic.â Reneeâs smiles at the news, and thanks you. âOf course, have a great day.â you say. You do a celebratory dance when you leave, reminiscing the successful operation with the pregnant patient. You hear a giggle in front of you, and itâs Princess. You quickly walk away to hide your embarrassment. Â
You stare at the computer charting away, whilst chewing gum to distract yourself from being hungry. When it âslows downâ these are the moments you think about your impending shopping sprees. The yarn youâll buy from the arts and crafts store for your crocheting or knitting projects, the beautiful coat you saw in the window at a store you walked past last weekend, and getting your monthly blowout done by your hair stylist. You donât notice, but your legs are swinging at the thought of it. Â
âWhatâs got you so giddy?â McKay asks. âMy upcoming shopping spree,â. If excitement could take a form, itâd be your voice right now. McKay smiles at your excitement. âI donât blame you,â. You resume charting with these thoughts. Your mind contemplates the camo pants you saw online recently; the first person you think of is Dr. Abbot. Dr. Abbot in camo pants. Dr. Abbot wearing something you bought. âYou donât want to bite a hole in your lip,â Whittaker teases. You realize your teeth are almost piercing through your bottom lip. Â
âYeah...â you mutter. Youâve got to get a grip; Dr. Abbot is an older man. Even when he teases you from time to time. Thatâs just his personality. Itâs nothing to it. So, why are you imagining his thick thighs in those camo pants right now? The bulge of his biceps when he crosses his arms, or the look he gives you when he notices youâre staring. You act like a Victorian woman whenever you see an inch of Dr. Abbotâs skin, as if youâve never seen a man before. Â
When you come back to, your body feels like itâs on fire. You canât think of Dr. Abbot in that way; itâs extremely inappropriate. âSomething going on in that head?â Santos questions, you donât respond. Only glaring at her, âor is a certain someone going through your thoughts?â. Your eyes widen at her question, causing her to gasp. âOh my gosh, who is it?â. She jumps for joy; this day canât get any worse. Genuinely. âItâs no one, santos,â. She shakes her head at your lie, âitâs someone bubbles, wait....is it peepaw?â She waits for your face to reveal the answer, but here comes Mel rescuing you. Â
âHey Y/N, can you help me with a patient?â Mel asks, without missing a beat you happily oblige. When you two walk in, itâs a man with an obvious broken leg, and his girlfriend. âHello, Iâm Dr. L/N,â you welcome the pair. âHi, Iâm Jess, his girlfriend,â Jess replies with her hand out. You happily shake her hand, then look at Mel. âSo, how did this happen?â. âWell-â the man begins, âhe was working on the gutters, then fell down from the ladder,â Jess interrupts. âAlright...uhm sir whatâs your birthday?â. âJanuary 22nd,â she answers. âMaâam...Iâm going to need the patient to answer,â you explain. âI donât see the problem here, heâs my boyfriend. I can answer for him.â She argues. âMaâam, I understand tha-â. Â
âAlright, well since you understand let me answer for him, so you can do your job.â. You stare at jess as she goes to reassure her boyfriend. âJess, your boyfriend is an adult according to his chart, so for me to perform my job properly Iâll have to ask your boyfriend the questions. Considering heâs the one injured not you.â. Jess looks taken aback at your statement, and the former sweetness that was in your voice shifts to sternness. âAnd if you get rowdy with me again, I will have security escort you out of here for disturbing the peace,â. You smile at her, continuing your questions, that the patient answers. âI believe you can take it from here, Dr. King,â you turn to Mel. âYes, Dr. L/N, thank you for your assistance,â. You nod at her, walking back to your desk. Â
âSo, Dr. Abbot?â Perlah asks, giving you a wink. âWhat about him?". âDonât get all clueless on us, we know about you twoâ Princess says. You stare at them in confusion, ânothing is going on between us guys,â. âSure, there isnât,â Perlah makes air quotes around the statement. âGenuinely, thereâs not,â . You hear sirens; you turn to see Dr. Abbot head to toe in uniform.Â
âSpeak of the devil,â Princess teases. âGo get your man,â Perlah encourages, you turn back to them. âAfternoon, Dr. L/N,â Dr. Abbot greets. Just like clockwork, you compose the scream you want to unleash. You can smell his cologne thatâs mixed with his natural scent. The way the uniform sits on his body, his hands resting on his sides, and that smirk on his face. Â
You want to launch your body on him like a rocket. âGood afternoon, Dr. Abbot,â you respond, walking away from the nurseâs station. âTo what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you in uniform?â. âA robbery, a few of the guys are injured,â. Your eyes grow wide at the situation. âThatâs horrible...are you okay?â. âSweetheart, Iâm fine, I have to help Robby-â he begins. âDr. Robby and the others can manage, but I need to ensure youâre alright,â. You affirm. Â
Chapter five release date: May 29th