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last updated - 16/07/2026
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@abbotispunk ——————————
☆ the space between shifts | A.
⤷ dr. robinavitch asks you to work the day shift for two weeks to cover for a coworker, which leads to a major argument with your boyfriend, jack abbot, who works the night shift with you.
@afterdarkbydel ——————————
♡ the work husband clause | F.
⤷ you and john shen were never fake married. you were contractually betrothed — a perfectly reasonable workplace arrangement formed during years of night-shift friendship, emotional support, and mutual romantic pessimism. unfortunately for everyone, jack abbot does not find this at all reasonable.
⤷ [ part 2 - the best friend clause ]
⤷ [ part 3 - the proposal clause ]
⤷ [ part 4 ]
☆ no place to put it down | A.
⤷ after a careless comment at a bar turns into something you can’t stop hearing, jack finds you in the aftermath — not to fix it, not to make you love your body in one night, but to stay with you while you can’t.
@blueberrylily18 ——————————
☆ loss of my life | A.
⤷ you and jack abbot have been sneaking around together for months. both of you know it’s wrong. you’re a resident, and he’s your attending, but you can’t find it in yourselves to stop. until one day, robby catches you and jack making out in an empty room. robby doesn’t yell, doesn’t scream. all he does is pull jack aside for a word. you don’t see jack for a while after this, but when he sees you again he’s different. cold and detached. then he does the worst thing he could: he breaks things off with you on the car ride home.
@burgundysnow ——————————
☆ jack abbot x reader | F. S.
⤷ at the pitt and you bend over to pick something up only for jack to see your pretty pink thong.
@cherryambition ——————————
☆ let me kiss it better | F. A.
⤷ jack shows up on your doorstep after a SWAT shift goes wrong, needing to patch himself up and not wanting to be alone. you take the reins and take care of him, and it unlocks feelings you've been holding in for a while
@crosshajr ——————————
☆ the puppy incident | F.
⤷ in which you find a puppy and bring him home, hoping jack will understand...
@dirtylittlediary ——————————
☆ twist of fate | A.
⤷ jack always thought age would take him away from you. he never even considered you could leave him first.
@dixonlvr ——————————
◇ jack with the sweetest and clingiest reader
@etluxaeterna ——————————
◇ this drabble
@fangirl-dot-com ——————————
☆ dopple-banger: a double of a living person who you wouldn't hesitate to tap | F.
⤷ five times you think you stumbled upon jack abbot vs. the one time it's actually him
☆ lipgloss kisses | F.
⤷ jack abbot's house was taken over by the color pink and oozes lip gloss out of the foundation.
@filmetcs ——————————
☆ pretty little birds | A.
⤷ jack hates the way robby treats his residents, especially you, a neurology fellowship applicant who robby is secretly sleeping with.
@headkiss ——————————
☆ jack abbot x reader | F.
⤷ reader goes out with santos and mel after the fourth of july shift and gets drunk with them and calls jack for a ride home and he drops them off one by one but he stays with her and tucks her in
@heavenorely ——————————
☆ honeybee | F. S.
⤷ self-conscious after being hurt so many times, you confess your inner insecurities to jack late at night. he hates you thinking like that.
@i-knowaristotle ——————————
☆ what's wrong with me | A.
⤷ meditation, a bottle of wine, and a night out with friends should be enough to distract you from the strange ache you've been carrying around all week. after all, the doctor insists you're perfectly fine. but when your best friend and attending, jack abbot, unexpectedly shows up to take you home, you're forced to consider that maybe your symptoms were never physical to begin with.
@ickology ——————————
☆ sadle up shy girl | S.
⤷ timid, yet needy reader rides jack abbot for the first time.
@imagines-all-day-everyday ——————————
☆ seeing double | F.
⤷ when your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise visit to ptmc, your boyfriend and the rest of your co-workers realise you might have a type…
@in77rainbows ——————————
◇ husband! jack abbot headcannons
@katchamb3rs ——————————
☆ lucky stars | F.
⤷ after receiving an invitation to your ex’s wedding, you make it everyone else’s problem. until jack decides he’s had enough and offers a solution.
☆ to ease you | F.
⤷ after unexpectedly running into the handsome emergency doctor outside of work, you can’t help but look out for him at the pitt on your next visit.
@keytomylockhart ——————————
☆ sexy to someone | S.
⤷ you finally put yourself back out there and set up a date for your night off. to your utter humiliation, you get stood up. the night takes a turn when you see your attending, jack abbot, who suggests you have dinner together since you're already all dressed up.
☆ don't fear the reaper | S. A.
⤷ working at the hospital morgue didn't exactly endear you to the emergency room staff, especially when you're always cracking jokes. you think Jack might be warming up to you, but are quickly proven wrong when he berates you in front of the department after an ill-timed joke.
@lacydear ——————————
☆ jack in | F.
⤷ you complaining about him losing weight
@langdonthinker ——————————
☆ strawberry shortcake x jack abbot | F.
⤷ working night shifts at the pitt was supposed to help you focus on your career, not to develop a humiliating crush on your older attending physician. unfortunately for you, jack abbot keeps checking on you. which is exactly why your friends force you to download tinder. it would've been a great plan if every man on the app didn't immediately become disappointing the second you compared them to abbot, and it would've been even better if you hadn't accidentally matched with him.
@lavenderchaise ——————————
◇ thinking about domestic!jack abbot | F.
@lostalioth ——————————
◇ younger sassy!gf | F. S.
⤷ jack abbot x younger!fem reader
@mabel-777 ——————————
☆ friendly pregnancy | F.
⤷ once dating life is off the table, you still desperately want a child with someone. you decide to turn to your friend for help.
@mariasont ——————————
♡ jack abbot x angel!reader | F. S.
☆ diamond cut | F. S.
⤷ after your engagement ring causes a small injury, you seek comfort from your favorite doctor
@mariposium ——————————
☆ father figure | F.
⤷ your daughter is scared of needles, but needs a routine vaccination. jack, your husband and the stepfather of your daughter, steps in to comfort her through the process.
@mast3rbait3r ——————————
☆ are you into that? | S.
⤷ you're spending quality time with your boyfriend, jack. things are comfortable as usual, but end up taking a spicy turn all because of one simple tiktok.
@midnightgardentales ——————————
☆ you and me | F.
⤷ jack abbot being y/n’s safe space/comfort person
☆ what are boyfriends for | F.
⤷ when a bad thunderstorm hits pittsburg, y/n asks jack to spend the weekend with her because it’s walking distance from the hospital. what she didn’t expect though, was for her ‘aunt flow’ to show up too…
@missmanlykink ——————————
☆ jack abbot x reader | S.
⤷ your older attending who praises you all the time knowing the effect it has on you.
@moodyabbott ——————————
☆ meet cute on the court | F.
⤷ jack x awkward shy reader!
☆ the townhouse on the corner | F.
⤷ first time she pointed out the townhouse, jack didn't think much of it. he hummed in response, holding onto her smaller hand even tighter as a biker was passing them on the sidewalk.
@nurse-abbot ——————————
◇ jack abbot x witchy!girlie
@obsessivefanfictionauthor ——————————
☆ you don't have to go it alone anymore | S. A.
⤷ when you show up in their lives again...with a child that looks a lot like them.
☆ never enough | S. A.
⤷ at an awards ceremony, jack makes a speech when he wins thanking everyone, especially his late wife. he just forgot one person: you, his fiancée. and it's only once you're gone that he understands how much you meant to him. only it might be too late.
@of-apollo ——————————
☆ he who hovers | F. A.
⤷ the ER is not a pleasant place to work when you’re six months pregnant. the constant check-ins from your coworkers and patients is one thing, but the attention from jack abbot? that’s another thing entirely, and it thrills and terrifies you all at once.
☆ a dark day in the pitt | A.
⤷ sometimes, you lose patients. that is a fact that you have had to accept as a doctor, no matter how much it hurts your heart. understandably, this is not an easy fact for the families of patients to accept, and you get caught in worst possible outcome of one man’s violent manifestation of grief.
☆ the birthday blues | F. A.
⤷ one of the worst days you have ever experienced in the ER happens to fall on your birthday. nothing goes your way, and seconds after you finish your shift, you are sobbing in the passenger seat of jack abbot’s car. luckily, jack knows how best to remind you that you are so important and so, so loved.
@ofstarsandvibranium ——————————
◇ this drabble | F. A.
@ohtobeleah ——————————
☆ jack abbot x single!mom!reader | F.
⤷ single!mom reader who brings her kid to the pitt and said kid proceeds to out the two of them and their secret relationship.
@oxalaia-quilombensis ——————————
☆ pushing the limits | S.
☆ snowed in | S.
⤷ you hated jack, and you were positive he hated you too. two broken down cars and one blizzard bring the truth to the surface.
☆ jack abbot x reader | S.
⤷ this is lowkey the wedding night smut for give it to me, baby in my head. it's not super specific but in my head, the couple from that series had a courthouse wedding and then went home and fucked like rabbits
@pencil-n-pen ——————————
☆ the cure | F. A.
⤷ you’re the ray of sunshine and overly dependable smiling intern the night shift crew has been needing. but a certain attending begins noticing you might need more help than you let on.
@pickleeeeeeeeee ——————————
☆ call me jack | S.
⤷ what happens when you go to your ex-boyfriends house to pick up your belongings and happen to run into his dad?
@popcornpoppypop ——————————
♡ slipped | F. S. A.
⤷ you've been struggling with Infertility and jack has been holding you together. eventually, you both reach a breaking point and have to figure out how to put each other back together.
⤷ [ part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 ]
@raccooninthemachine ——————————
☆ take your troubles from me | A.
⤷ jack promised he would be there. for once, on the most important night of your career, you believed him. but when the hospital takes him away again, you are left to stand alone beneath the lights, accept an award with his chair sitting empty beside you, and carry the secret you had planned to share with him. by the time he finally comes home, the marriage has already broken in a place apologies cannot reach.
@robinavich ——————————
♡ godlight | F. S. A.
⤷ working as in house counsel means you've become very acquainted with jack abbot and his little scrawl of a signature. god help him.
@romanticpursuit ——————————
☆ falling for jack abbot (literally) | F.
⤷ reader and jack are three months into talking, and they're spending each waking moment with one another. summer has also fallen over pittsburgh and reader desperately wants to decorate her home according to the season. jack tells her to wait for him... but reader has different plans. plans that end in her going to the pitt.
@se7entyrell ——————————
♡ when we collide we come together, if we don't we'll always be apart
⤷ jack abbot is too old for you. completely and utterly. it's something you've been trying to tell yourself since you first met him at twenty-five. now, at twenty-nine, there's still nobody that does it like him. he's the only person that understands your drive, your complete marriage to your work. maybe he flirts back a little, but you're sure it's just platonic. until your life is in danger, and everything's suddenly on the line.
⤷ [ part 2 ]
☆ leaning on you | S.
⤷ everybody had warned you against marrying another doctor - from your med school friends, to your mom, even jack himself. "you'll never see each other-" "neither of you will be up for the housework - that'll grate on you eventually." "what about kids?" as evidenced by the sparkling diamond on your ring finger, you ignored them all. and to wonderful results. you get to work with your husband on the night shift, and spend almost all your time together. it's perfect. even when it's not. when you've been trying for a baby for the better part of a year, with nothing to show for it but negative tests - jack stays your absolute constant.
♡ transatlanticism | S. A.
⤷ jack abbot has had a terrible eighteen months. truly one for the books. losing his mother, and then you, sometimes he wonders what the point is. if things will ever look up. until you turn up at the pitt, with a little girl who looks exactly like him.
@seewhoyouwanttosee ——————————
☆ the aftermath | A.
⤷ months after jack broke your heart, you attempt to move on by going on a date. the problem? you run into your ex-boyfriend before you even make it out of the parking lot.
@shadeofpeach ——————————
☆ stubborn r4 | F. A.
⤷ pre-bolusing for a late caramel latte lands you in a hypoglycemic fog, forcing jack to switch from attending to protective boyfriend.
☆ strong girl | F.
⤷ turns out jack's girl is hiding some serious strength right under his nose.
☆ stress spike | A.
⤷ a chaotic night shift turns terrifying when a pediatric case boils over. though you try to shake off the attack and keep working, the massive adrenaline spike wreaks havoc on your blood sugar. jack steps in as both your attending and your boyfriend to protect you from your own body.
☆ our amazing girl | F. A.
⤷ when signals of the unknown gives way to a life changing diagnosis for your three years old daughter, you, a terrified mother, crumble under the weight of the future. and jack is right there in the dark with you, determined to prove that a diagnosis doesn't change who your perfect little girl is.
☆ the guardian of your smile | F.
⤷ standing at the altar, jack lets his heart speak in his handwritten vows.
@siriuslyserious-7 ——————————
♡ in between | F.
⤷ some people are born knowing exactly where they belong. claire sullivan thought it would always be on her family’s texas ranch. then she leaves everything behind for pittsburgh trauma medical center. between impossible shifts, found family, trauma bays, and learning how to become the doctor she’s always wanted to be, claire is forced to figure out who she is outside of the life she left behind. the last thing she expects is to fall for jack abbott—her dad’s best friend, a man years older than her, and someone she absolutely shouldn’t want. somewhere between overnight shifts, family dinners, and stolen moments, she realizes that sometimes home isn’t a place you grow up—it’s the people you find along the way.
⤷ [ part 1 part 2 ... ]
@thislilmindofmine ——————————
☆ flowers | F. A.
⤷ jack is flabbergasted to learn his girlfriend has never received flowers from a romantic partner before.
@tresleches333 ——————————
◇ jack abbot who is so bodyguard by beyoncé
⤷ "honey, honey, i could be your bodyguard."
@utterlyvanya ——————————
☆ barbie doll | F. S.
⤷ you and your new boyfriend haven't had sex yet. though, getting drunk for the first time — and seeing your gorgeous boyfriend take care of you — awakens that dormant part. or, you being a drunk mess trying to get him to fuck you, and him fighting his self-control.
☆ gold or silver? | S. A.
⤷ alexa, play ‘manchild’ by sabrina. or, 3 times jack notices the incompetency of your new boyfriend and gets annoyed, and 1 time he does something about it.
@venussflytrapped ——————————
☆ come a little closer | F. A.
⤷ after an embarrassing moment of reprimanding from one dr. robby during a tough case, an even sweeter dr. jack abbot comes to f!reader's rescue…and he tells her what he really thinks about her.
@vividxpages ——————————
◇ this drabble | F.
⤷ jack would never be the kind of boyfriend who waits outside of the store on some bench, collectively staring at his phone with a bunch of other bored guys who are waiting for their girlfriends to finish up shopping.
@weird-is-life ——————————
☆ date night | F. S.
⤷ you and jack come running to the hospital to help straight from a date, and it's painfully obvious that you two are together
☆ code gray | A.
⤷ there's an active sh**ter at the hospital and you and Jack end up on different floors. jack worries for you the whole time, and robby stops him from doing something stupid
@whatif-ialreadydid ——————————
♡ jack abbot x nightshift!sunshine!reader | F. S. A.
⤷ welcome to my list compiled especially for the pairing jack abbot x nightshift!sunshine!reader AKA old man attending x sunny girl resident reader
@wildflowerluver ——————————
◇ jack abbot drabble | S.
@writingismycardio ——————————
☆ easy, baby | S.
⤷ through your five years of residency at PTMC, you grew to hate jack abbot with all your might. tobby makes sure you come to terms with him, all of it having an unexpected turn as he sends you both to the medical conference in washington.
@zivistardust ——————————
☆ i'd reach into you body and fix it if i could | A. - (TW SA)
⤷ when jacks girlfriend is brought into the pitt as a patient, he feels like he's trapped in a nightmare
Reader works in the morgue and she's REALLY socially awkward, not shy and cutesy, I mean she's genuinely weird. She desperately wants to fit in but has zero social awareness. She cracks jokes that never land, smiles through awkward silences, and walks away wondering what she did wrong this time, people avoid her, and she talks to the bodies like full conversations) Everyone else thinks it's creepy or disrespectful, but to her it's the opposite. She believes people deserve to be treated like human beings until the very last moment. If she can make their final stop feel a little less lonely, then she's done her job.
Because she's "the weird morgue girl," nobody in The Pitt really notices her. Whenever she shows up, it means someone died, and her bubbly personality feels completely out of place. Most people barely know her name.
Of course, she has a hopeless crush on Jack: the older, intimidating attending who barely acknowledges she exists. When he does notice her, it's usually with annoyance. He sees her smiling, joking, and talking to the dead while everyone else is grieving patients, and he mistakes it for disrespect.
After a brutal shift for Jack, one of Reader's jokes pushes him over the edge, and he publicly lashes out at her. Humiliated, she disappears for a few days. As Jack cools down, he realizes he completely misjudged her, apologizes, and slowly gets to know the person behind the awkwardness and bad jokes. In the process, he falls hard.
However reader is convinced Jack only got closer because he feels guilty, at this point she is convinced nobody will ever like her.
Please an happy ending. 🤧
i’m halfway through writing it and i love this request!! it will be posted on the 12 or the 13 because i’m super busy rn. just know that i’m doing it even if i lowkey forgot to say i’d do it when you originally asked 🤗.
i’ll open my requests after the three next requests i have to write for but feel free to send some more, they’ll just get ignored until i can do them!! anyway love the idea 💗
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summary: when jack notices that his new intern, who happens to be robby’s daughter, needs some extra help, he happily gives it to her.
content: age gap, dad’s best friend, praise, no use of y/n, pet names, reassurance, hurt/comfort, fluff, domesticity, forced proximity, work romance, soft dom jack, mutual pining, slow burn, love confession, night shift and a little of day shift crew
warning: panic attack, light mentions of cancer/dying from cancer, existential crisis, daddy issues
word count: 6.5k
playlist: Dad’s Best Friend playlist
author’s note: reader was lowkey going through it in this fic (especially at the start). i wrote this at w0rk and i felt worthless, i felt ugly, i felt gay, so i had to reflect that on reader… sorry!
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It was hard to follow in your father’s footsteps with the pressure everyone, including him, was putting on you.
With enough love for medicine, you managed to make it work and even got an internship at the PTMC.
Gloria wasn’t very thrilled by the family lineage and asked you to take the night shift hours to minimize the risks of favoritism if he were your supervisor.
It’s how you started to work under your dad’s best friend’s guidance. You had known Jack for years, so it felt nice to have a good mentor when you were stressed about the difficulty of the emergency department.
As you charted, struggling to keep your eyes open, you felt a gentle hand place itself on your back.
“Hey, how are you feeling, kid?” Abbot asked with a caring tone.
“I’m fine,” you answered, slightly too quickly to make him believe it.
“I got you a protein bar with a cup of water, your shift is almost done,” he reminded while placing the paper cup and the snack beside your computer.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to…”
“I know, but you were very helpful tonight, and I want you to know it.”
“I just worked normally, it’s nothing crazy.”
“Don’t beat yourself down like that. You rocked that shit in the trauma bay earlier. It was impressive, you held it together really well!”
You felt your cheeks reddening in embarrassment at the praise. You always had a little crush on him, so the praise hit closer to home.
“Okay, I’ll let you chart, and you’re done for tonight.”
“I was thinking about taking one last patient,” you rectified as he left.
“No, we’re good. It’s a little slow tonight, and you need to work on your charting experience.”
You slowly nodded to take it in.
What the fuck was ‘charting experience’? Why couldn’t you take another patient? Were you bad? Did you make a mistake you were too dumb to notice?
Maybe you typed too hard on the keyboard while thinking about all of those thoughts, but Shen walked your way.
“Hey, you okay there?” He asked with his end-of-shift Dunkin’ drink.
“Yeah, I’m just charting.”
“Good, good, good,” he repeated, tapping his palms on the counter as he said it. “Do you mind taking a patient in South?”
“No, not at all!”
“Wow, okay. It’s in South 15,” he informed as he gave you the tablet he had in hand with the chart of the patient.
“Good, I’m going, thanks!”
You rushed to the room while reading. Gaining any type of experience was what made doctors good. You needed it. It was crucial to get a good spot in the department you wanted.
“Hello, Mrs Wang, you came in for pelvic pain, is that right?”
“Excuse me, are you a student doctor? I want a real doctor.”
“I’m not a student doctor, I’m an intern,” you corrected with what you deemed to be a trustworthy smile.
“I want a real doctor,” she requested, looking opposed to anything else.
“It’s quicker if I treat you now. Everything will be reviewed-”
“No, I need a real doctor, or I’m leaving.”
You nodded and left to go get Shen again, but you bumped into Jack as you closed the door of Mrs Wang’s room.
He crossed his arms before talking in a stern voice.
“What were you doing with a patient? I told you to concentrate on charting.”
“Shen asked me,” you defended, making John walk your way.
“Sup, what’s up with the patient?”
“She wants a real doctor,” you replied with a disappointed expression.
Jack rolled his eyes and took the tablet.
“You need to chart. I’ll take care of it.”
You bit your lower lip to keep your emotions in and walked to the computer, which you didn’t even close.
You typed and tried to focus on the screen only.
Jack came back a moment later and sat next to you.
“You know why I pulled you off patients?”
You shook your head and continued to type to distract yourself from what was probably coming.
“You’ve seen 16 patients and barely charted. You’re good with them, but you need practice with documentation. You’ll make a good doctor, kid.”
“Oh… Thanks…”
“I’ll drive you to your place after. Robby is working today, so he won’t be able to do it. Is that okay?”
“Yes, it’s fine,” you briefly answered, your mind blurring with the praise he just gave you.
“Don’t sweat it. Do you want to go eat breakfast at a diner? We went there with your dad once.”
“The retro one? Yeah, that could be good.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you to work now,” he said before getting up while rubbing your back.
You went back to writing, and the end of your shift came pretty quickly, so much so that your dad’s voice made you flinch.
“Getting charting done? Can I see?”
“Mhm,” you agreed while you anxiously waited for his criticism.
He read it with his reading glasses. Slowly shaking his head in disapproval.
“You added too many details. I’d take forever to read this in a life-or-death situation.”
“But you told me last time to add more, I thought it would be good like that,” you argued with furrowed brows.
“No, you can’t spend all of this time writing when you could’ve helped more patients. It’s all about balance in here,” he explained as he deleted some parts you wrote.
You nodded in hope that the lack of an answer would make him go away.
“You ready to go, kid?” Jack interrupted, visibly heading in the direction of the exit with his camo backpack on one shoulder.
“No, she has to redo her charts,” your dad commented with a supportive hand on your shoulder.
“What? No, her charts are good, man.”
“Brother, look at it!”
He took a second to read it all.
“It’s detailed,” he trailed off as he signed it.
“You’re the one in charge…” He started before turning to you. “But we’ll work on it later, honey. Love you and be kind to Jack.”
You rolled your eyes at the childish comment he made at the end, but still returned the feeling.
As you walked in the parking lot in silence, you felt like you needed to say something. Maybe a thank you for defending your charts or for being with you. You didn’t have time to give it much more consideration before he opened his mouth.
“Your dad can be rough around the edges. Especially with inexperienced doctors like you.”
A short silence fell in the air. Could he see through you?
“It’s just annoying that I have to be perfect on and off the clock. He won’t let me make mistakes.”
He looked at you for a second with a more understanding gaze.
“I know, kid… I personally think you’re a great intern if that helps.”
“I’m trying to be one…” You whispered as he placed a hand between your shoulders to guide you toward the passenger seat.
“You are,” he stated without leaving room for doubt.
You sat down and kept silent on the way to the diner. Abbot understood that you had a long shift because he’d normally encourage you to walk him through your cases. This morning, though, he gave you rest.
“We’re here. Are you still down for breakfast? It’s on me,” he offered as he got closer to the restaurant.
“Yes, please, I’m too broke to refuse a free meal,” you joked as he drove there.
The diner wasn’t too crowded for 8 am. It was still a little too early to be a full rush.
The waitress seated you somewhere nice and left you with menus in hand.
“Do you know what you’ll take?”
“Probably the waffles with fruits and chocolate. You?”
“Their classic breakfast,” he answered before closing the menu to concentrate on you. “What specialties interest you the most right now?”
“Oncology. Less busy and higher pay.”
“You’ll need good grades, but you’ll get there.”
“You think?”
“You’re a quick learner. It’ll be hard, I’m not denying that, but you’ll get there.”
“I’m trying to,” you revealed in a low tone.
“It’s not just grades, it’s also all of the emotional stuff. The ER is easier because you’re not close to anyone you’re treating.”
“You always wanted to be in the ER?”
“Yes, I love always having something to do. Makes you forget about anything else.”
“At least you’re not working with your issue…”
“Robby tries to help. He just doesn’t know how to. I’ll talk to him.”
“I just feel like I can’t do anything right with him. It drives me crazy-”
The waitress interrupted your complaint with a shy smile and a notepad to take your order.
Jack politely gave it and went back to you.
“He’s not your attending. I am. You do things right according to my book, and that’s what matters.”
“You’re not just saying that because you know me?”
He chuckled at the question and shook his head. “No, I’m able to say what I need to say.”
──୨୧──
You went back to work the next day. Your dad was working a double to cover for Shen, and it was genuinely the worst thing to ever happen.
“You did the chest tube wrong! Fuck, just get out of here, we’ll clean up the mess,” he dryly criticized as he pushed you outside of the trauma bay.
You looked around the department to discreetly go hide in the supply closet. As you closed the door, the emotions came up quickly. You tried being silent at first, but as the tears and snot wet your face, you started loudly sobbing like a little kid.
Nobody came near that place anyway…
“I’m fucking useless, I can’t handle any more of this,” you whispered to yourself, letting the thoughts in your head be heard by your ears.
As the sobs intensified without getting a grip, you noticed the lack of air. You touched your chest to feel your heartbeat. Even with its racing rhythm, it felt like someone put a rope around it and tied it tight.
You wanted to speak, but your lips couldn’t move to form a sentence. As if your vocal cords got stolen by the harsh words of your dad. You were stuck with your mouth open to gasp the little air you could get in.
You flinched as the door opened to reveal your attending.
“There you are, kid-” He quickly interrupted himself as he saw you. “Fuck, everything’s okay, you’re safe, and I’m here,” he reassured while closing the door and putting his hands on your shoulders to ground you.
You tried to utter anything, but it wouldn’t come out.
“It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything. Can you take deep breaths for me? I know you can do it,” he asked with a gentle and steady tone.
You tried, but you just couldn’t do it.
“Hey, you made a mistake, as every doctor does. So what? The patient will be fine.”
Jack noticed your breath slowly coming back, so he took your hands to unclench them from the strong fist they were in.
“I’m very proud of you, you’re a damn good intern. One difficult procedure that wasn’t perfect doesn’t equal all of the other perfect ones.”
“I messed up,” you quietly answered once you got a hold of your tongue again.
“Don’t think about it, it’s not important right now.”
“He kicked me out…”
“I know, I know. Let’s just breathe together first.”
He took deep breaths, and you mimicked him as you wiped some tears on your cheeks.
“Atta girl, you’re fine, I got you,” he started before noticing you hyperventilating once you could finally breathe. “Hey, hey, hey, one breath at a time. Let’s do it together… One…” he instructed as he raised and lowered his hand in a slow motion to guide your breathing.
You quickly got a hold of it and finally felt normal, but the embarrassment took over in no time.
“Sorry, I usually don’t stress like that… I swear I’m-“ you tried to justify as you wiped your eyes once more.
“I know, I know, it’s normal to break once in a while when you’re working here,” he cooed as he placed strands of hair behind your ears.
“It’s just work and my dad.”
“You don’t have to feel embarrassed about cracking, kid. It was a tough case, and you did everything you could. You can’t change anything about the past.”
You rolled your eyes to prevent some new tears from escaping your eyes.
“You come to find me if it happens again, okay? Don’t hide in supply closets, the cleaning products won’t help you,” he joked while wiping a tear under your eye.
“Okay, sorry…”
“You’ve got nothing to apologize for. Now, go make yourself a coffee and chart for a while. It’ll relax you for a bit.”
You nodded and left to go to the break room to take something to drink.
With a coffee in hand, you sat down in a secluded spot to chart.
Your dad and Jack must’ve missed you because you heard them talking about you somewhere they weren’t able to see your presence.
“Robby, you can’t talk to her that way. She’ll break before she even starts,” Abbot began as he crossed his arms.
“She’ll need to get a tough skin if she wants to make it. I know I was rough, but it’s the job. When you screw up, you get told.”
“Just let me be her attending. You’re not even supposed to be working with her if I listen to what Gloria says.”
It made your dad chuckle for a bit.
“Don’t act like you care about what Gloria says, Jack.”
“I normally wouldn’t, but I have to admit that she’s right. You’re not objective about her.”
“So I can’t help my own daughter become a better doctor?”
“I just want you to try and separate work and family. Don’t take cases with her. That’s all.”
“Fine, less work won’t hurt me,” he concluded with his hands up in surrender as he left.
Jack sighed and looked around to make himself useful somewhere. That’s when he noticed you looking at him. He gave you an apologetic look.
“Sorry about that, kid… Do you still want to go eat afterwards?”
“Yes, I’m done in twenty minutes max,” you notified while pointing at the screen to make him check.
He read it attentively and smiled as he gave it back.
“It’s perfect, you really improved. I’m really proud of you.”
You turned around to face the screen as you blushed. He gave your shoulder a simple rub and left to help Toomarian.
As your shift ended, you walked to your locker and took your bags. Jack was right there to accompany you to the exit door.
“Let’s go, you worked hard enough,” he claimed with a hand on your back to softly guide you.
Breakfast at the diner became a habit between you and Abbot. It was a time to talk about pretty much anything you had in mind. Patients, medical school, and personal life. Whatever was on your mind got addressed.
“What are you thinking of?” Jack asked as you ate your waffle.
“Lena said I was going to be a good doctor when we were in North 26 with Shen. It made me feel better about my skills after the shit show in the trauma bay.”
“Yeah, everyone can see that you’re improving, not just me.”
You blushed but quickly recovered as you got used to the constant praise coming from him. Even if it made your stomach get butterflies, you learned that it was unnecessary to daydream about more. Whatever you hoped could happen will never happen. You just needed to appreciate what you had.
“You’ve helped me a lot,” you acknowledged with a shy smile forming.
“And you’ve listened and applied my advice.”
It was hard to believe that he didn’t know what he was doing when he complimented you like that.
“I’m finishing my rotation in a week,” you added out of the blue.
“I know. How does it feel?”
“Weird… I’ll miss you and the fact of working in the ER, even if it’s not my favorite department to work in, according to me.”
“It’s true that oncology and emergency have nothing in common,” he laughed as he crossed his arms on the table. “I’ll think you’ll find your place just fine somewhere, and I’m there if you want more breakfasts here.”
“Ohhh, I really want to continue to eat here from time to time!”
“We can arrange that,” he replied as he nodded in agreement.
The waitress came with the bill while you received a phone call from your landlord.
“Hi, is everything okay?” You questioned with a worried tone.
“Depends on your definition of okay,” your landlord started.
“What happened?”
“Remember the leak from upstairs we talked about yesterday?”
“I do, you said it was nothing to worry about.”
“It is now. It’s actually way worse than we thought,” he corrected, his tone getting more shameful.
“How bad?”
“Bad enough that the guys want to remove a part of the ceiling and one wall,” he elaborated.
“What?!” You responded a little too loudly, making Jack look in your direction as he tipped the waitress.
“Water got in the insulation. It’s no joke. We need to start today,” he added, as you heard.
“Today? I work nights, Martin. Where will I live?”
“Well… Not here, that’s for sure,” he responded in a confident tone.
“I can try to find somewhere to go for a bit, I guess.”
“Yeah, good mindset. It’ll just be for a couple of weeks,” he brushed off.
“Couple of weeks?!”
“Could be three, maybe more. Depends on how much mold they find.”
“Mold?!”
“Let’s not panic until we know that there’s mold.”
“You literally brought up mold!”
“Mold?” Jack repeated as he looked closer.
“Hey, I’m trying to be transparent!”
“You’re terrible at this.”
“I get that a lot…”
“Can I at least take some stuff before you ruin my place?”
“Yeah, for sure,” he agreed before hanging up.
“Hey, what’s happening? Talk to me,” Jack intervened as he moved his head to demand eye contact.
“My apartment is in renovation apparently… I’ll go crash at my dad’s place, I just need a cheap place for today…”
“No, you’re not paying for that. You come to my place, okay?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” you ignored as you opened your phone to check hotel rooms.
“Then let me pay for it. You’re Robby’s daughter, I need to look out for you.”
“I don’t want to make you pay for that. You already invited me to breakfast.”
“You can always come to my place then.”
“I just don’t want to disturb you.”
“You’re not.”
“Okay… It’ll be easier if I go to your place.”
“Good, let’s go,” he concluded with a grin as he got up.
You walked to his car, and you just felt drained. Nothing was going right. Absolutely nothing. The car ride to your apartment was silent. Jack tried to reassure you without success. He was much of a talker in moments like these, always trying to fix the issue right away. You just wanted some quiet time to think about what your life began to look like.
As you entered your home to pick up your things, you discovered all of the water damage.
“Fuck,” you whispered as your attending was rubbing your back behind you.
“They’ll fix it, kid. We’ll just take your things and leave, okay?”
You nodded and did as he said. You placed all your valued items in bags, along with everything you’ll need for the next three weeks.
“You can always come back if you forget something. Don’t worry about it,” he reminded you as he noticed you looking around for anything you’d need.
“I know, I know… I would’ve loved a shower, though.”
“I have one at my place.”
“How surprising,” you sarcastically replied, the lack of sleep making you a little irritated. “Sorry…”
“It’s fine, had worse.”
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The next two weeks were spent at your dad’s place. He kept your childhood room, and there was a comforting feeling about sleeping where you always slept until recently.
However, Robby wasn’t always helpful. He did really try, but he couldn’t help but tell you what to study.
“I’m just trying to help!” He defended as he made you skip a whole section of your chapter.
“I’ll have it on the exam! I need to study it!”
“It’s irrelevant in practice, you’ll get one question about it at most.”
“And? I still need to know the answer to that one question! Gosh, just let me study alone!”
“Mind your tone, young lady!”
“Argh! Mind yours!” You retorted as you closed your book and took your bag to go to work.
Your dad was supposed to drive you, but you were so mad that you got an Uber.
On the way there, you texted Jack.
r u working tonight? i’ve been craving a waffle and a place to stay
just for tomorrow!! and only if you don’t mind!!
I don’t mind! You’re always welcome at my place, and it’s been a while since we've been to the diner! We can go after your shift so that I can know more about oncology! 😆
good, i’ll come in the ed after that i’m done with my shift!!
You closed your phone and left the car to go to the oncology department of the hospital.
It was very different from the ER, to say the least. The cases were getting repetitive, but still very hard. You were literally watching people die in front of you. The ER was quick and busy, but the oncology department was all about slow and quiet deaths.
You grew attached to patients who died under your care.
Seeing them be all joyful while playing cards together with the knowledge that they’ll probably die was breaking you internally.
You finished your shift and went down to the ER with a forced smile for Jack.
You saw Princess receive a twenty bucks from Ahmed, who looked very unhappy to give it to her, and it made you even sadder. Nobody was close to you in oncology.
“Hey, kid, still want this waffle?” Jack asked, placing a hand on your back to guide you toward the exit.
“Mhm,” you agreed with a forced joy that couldn’t come naturally anymore.
“We’ll talk over breakfast, okay?” He proposed as if he could read your mind.
He opened the door for you, and you sat down in his car. He only had time to get in his seat before you broke. Completely and utterly broke in tears.
“Shhh… It’s okay,” he cooed as he rocked you in his arms.
“No, it’s not!”
“It is… Robby told me about your disagreement. It’ll get fixed,” he said as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“It’s not just that! It’s the fucking oncology department that I hate! It’s my fuck ass apartment that still isn’t fixed! It’s my studying that is never-ending!“
“It’s all temporary. All problems have solutions.”
“I don’t know in which field I want to go! All of my friends know in which field they want to go!”
“Breathe a second… You won’t fix everything in one morning. I can help you solve things, but you need to take a breath.”
“I can’t take a breath! I’m drowning! What don’t you fucking understand?!” You yelled at him as you’ve never yelled before.
“Kid…”
“Fuck!” You added as you hit his arm before crying in your hands.
Instead of getting angry, he just continued to slowly rub your back with a gentleness that made you angrier. He had no right to be this calm when you were experiencing so much fear about your future.
“You need to work on your relationship with your dad, but time apart can help for now, okay? Now, for oncology, you have no idea how normal this is. Rotations are meant to make you realize what you like and also the things you don’t like. We can try to find you a department you’d like. And for the apartment issue, you know I’ll always be there.”
You sobbed a few more times before leaning your head on his chest as he hugged you tight.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I feel worse now that you’ve helped me…”
“I’ve had worse than you. Everything you’re feeling is normal, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of, clear?”
“Clear,” you mouthed as you wiped your tears.
“I have some tissues in the backseat,” he said as he took them to give them to you. “We’ll figure it out together. You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you,” he murmured before kissing your forehead.
“I really want to know which department I’ll go to. It’s really important for me.”
“I know. Do you want to talk about it while eating breakfast?“
“Yeah, I’m starving,” you realized as you correctly sat on your seat and buckled your seatbelt.
It was so comforting to feel a presence close to you that you didn’t want to arrive at your destination.
“I’m so tired,” you laughed as you passed a hand through your face while getting out of his vehicle.
“You’ll sleep soon. We eat and go to bed right after, okay?”
“Yes, and I’ll get some days off soon. That will be nice,” you informed as you told your waitress that you wanted the usual once you got in.
“Yes, if you want to go study at my place, you can. I’ll give you a key to make it easier.”
“Okay, it’ll help. My dad is always trying to help me study, but he’s just unmotivating me.”
“It’s over now. You’ll take some days away from him, and it’ll all get better.”
“Hopefully…”
Over breakfast, you were eating in silence. Your throat felt too tight to talk, so you didn’t say anything. He waited for you to finish a few bites before talking.
“So, what do you hate about oncology?”
“The patients…”
“You hate the patients?” He asked without judgment but with curiosity.
“No! No, of course not! I love them, and that’s the problem,” you corrected.
Jack stayed quiet for a moment. He wanted to understand what you meant, even if he already had an idea.
“I spent months with some. You learn to know their spouse, their kids, their favorite snack… Then, they die.”
“You watch them get worse, and you can’t do anything about it.”
Jack took a sip of his coffee and resumed.
“Anything else?”
“It’s boring,” you added, earning a laugh from him.
“Well, that’s honest,” he smiled.
“I’m serious! Every day feels the same! Labs, consults, family meetings, and then it’s more labs, more consults, and more family meetings,” you listed with your fingers as you ranted.
“So would you say that you preferred the ER?”
“I don’t know… It was too stressful for me.”
“Have you thought about internal medicine?” He suggested.
“Not really… I’ve been focused on oncology for a long time, actually. I’ve never thought about not liking it,” you admitted as you took another bite.
“Nobody can have their lives all figured out, especially at your age. It’s good to have times like these where you sit down and think about where you’re going instead of blindly following what you thought you’d like years ago. Try internal medicine and see if you like it,” he comforted.
“Yeah, would’ve been cool to know what I wanted though…”
“You don’t have to have it all figured out.”
──୨୧──
Living at Jack’s place was way better than your dad’s. You could study at the dining room table and stay in your pajamas for the whole day.
It was nice to fall asleep with him on the couch after binge-watching a shitty show and to hug him when you pretended to sleep in an effort to touch him more.
You were way too scared of the awkwardness of a rejection, but you craved his attention more than you should.
One specific night, you were watching a new movie on Netflix. It was something you didn’t really care about. Just some background noise as you finished some study notes. Jack was reading news articles on his phone.
“Do you want me to turn the TV off so that you can focus?” He asked, taking the remote in his large hand to turn it off.
“No, I want to sleep on it,” you voiced with begging eyes you hoped he couldn’t notice.
He smirked at your remark and placed the remote back in its initial place.
“You know you’re not very subtle in your sleep.”
“What?”
“When you end up halfway on top of me.”
You turned bright red and didn’t know what to say. You thought he wasn’t going to know. He was half-asleep when you cuddled him. Nothing happened when you touched him. Was he grossed out by it?
“Sorry, kid. Didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he apologized as he closed his phone to focus entirely on the conversation you were having.
You nodded while your thoughts continued to race in your head.
“You know that I’m getting older, right?” He added after the lack of an answer.
“Huh, yeah,” you finally managed to utter.
“You’re not in trouble. It’s fine. My back’s just killing me from that damn couch.”
“Are you serious? You don’t mind? I really didn’t want to be weird. I just wanted to. I really don’t know why-“
“It’s fine, I get it. Do I look like the type of guy that doesn’t know how to say no?”
“No…”
“It just seems a lot simpler if we sleep in the bed instead, okay?”
“Okay…”
“Come on then, I’m working tomorrow,” he said, extending his hand to help you get up.
This day, you slept cuddled with him in his bed. It felt safe and comforting, even almost natural.
You closed your eyes without any worry in mind as he traced small circles over your arm.
The next evening, you woke up with his alarm. He slightly groaned as you moved to turn it off.
He passed his hands through his face and hair before sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his prosthetic leg.
“I’ll go make you something,” you proposed as you were now fully awake.
“No need, keep sleeping.”
“I can’t go back to sleep once I've woken up. Let me help you, please.”
“Fine, yeah, we can make some pancakes if you want?”
“Oh my god, yes! With blueberries?”
“Mhm, whatever you want,” he agreed with a coy smile forming on his face.
You cooked, and he helped you before getting ready. He came back to his bedroom with his scrub and a little gel in his silver hair.
He placed his hands on your waist to delicately move you aside so that he could see how it was turning on the pan.
“Smells good. Didn’t know you were such a great cook,” he complimented.
“I have the pancake recipe memorized from when I was a kid.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it was my go-to breakfast on the weekends.”
“Mm, I’ll have to eat it on the road, though. I’m getting late.”
“Fuck, sorry, it’s all ready,” you said as you gave him a Tupperware with three pancakes.
He thanked you with a kiss on the forehead and immediately left to work.
Jack ate while driving, and he was impressed with your skills. Once he arrived at work, he texted you.
The pancakes were really good! Study well tonight and don’t forget to rest. I’ll be back later in the morning. 😁
“Hey, Abbot, what got you smiling like that?” Dana asked, holding a tablet in her hand.
“It’s only Robby’s daughter,” he brushed off before shoving his phone in his pocket.
“Why are you texting her? She okay?”
“Yes, she made breakfast this morning, and I just wanted to thank her.”
“Because she’s living at your place? What are you? Her older boyfriend?” She joked as Robby came in to greet him.
“Hi, brother. Kid’s doing well?”
“Yes,” Jack briefly answered, not revealing too much.
Dana scoffed as she took a document from the counter and left without a second word.
“She was talking about a boyfriend?” Robby pointed out to Jack.
“Yeah, she thought that your daughter got into a relationship…”
“She did?”
“No, she’s too much of a bookworm for that, don’t worry, man,” he reassured while avoiding eye contact.
“Good, I don’t like the guys she’s been with. They were all too immature for her. She needs someone who has experience, is steady, and consistent. She should be with someone who’s always there for her-“
“Okay, how about you update me on your patients?” Jack interrupted as he realized how much he looked like that description.
As he followed his friend to a room, he couldn’t help but play with his wedding ring.
What was he doing with a twenty-something at his place? How inappropriate is that?
The day went quickly. Especially with how busy he made himself to forget all about you.
He never realized how much you occupied his mind, and it made him insane. Your existence polluted his thoughts in the most intoxicating way possible. Saying you were an inconvenience would’ve been a lie, though. He yearned to think about you just as much as he despised it.
As he entered his car, he took a deep breath and decided to take a moment to think about his feelings. What he thought was only care became something else very clearly.
Perhaps taking his distance could be a good idea to have a time of reflection.
He opened his phone to a text from you.
waiting for u, stuDYING sucks!!
The simple reply made him smile as much as he regretted it.
You greeted him with a hug like usual.
“Hi, you okay?” You asked as you saw his closed-off body language.
“Yeah, just tired,” he replied with a small smile.
“Okay, I can make you breakfast or dinner. I don’t know what you’re craving.”
“It’s fine, I’ll eat leftovers.”
“Okay… Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I’m just really tired,” he lied once again.
“Sure…”
He headed to the bathroom to shower quickly as usual. His head fell into his hands before letting out a desperate sigh.
Jack fell in love again. After promising his late wife she’d be the last one he’d love, and after keeping that promise for years, he couldn’t help but fall for his friend’s daughter. Probably the worst thing to happen.
He was thinking about all of the interactions he had ever had with you to dissect what you felt. He couldn’t really tell. Spending all of those years widowed and blocking feminine attraction probably went to his head. Were you flirting or being friendly?
He left the bathroom with a towel around his hips. You looked at him while he tried to find something to put on. He was hot, really hot… But it wasn’t the moment to admire him when he was acting this curiously for the whole morning.
He got dressed behind the closed door of his bedroom, and as he opened it, the frown of his brows didn’t move. The stress from work was supposed to be gone by this point, yet there it was.
“Jack, what’s going on? Tell me, please,” you begged as you approached him.
“Nothing for you to worry about. I’ll just talk about it with my therapist, and it’ll be fixed,” he said, more to himself than to you.
“Okay, but I’m here if you need to. You always are for me, so I want to be there for you as well.”
“I know, but this one is mine to sort out,” he reassured with a hand on your shoulder.
“Fine…”
You went back to the backyard to study some more.
As you reentered the house because of the colder air, you saw him doing the dishes from his dinner.
“Hey, I’m done studying for today. Do you want to watch a movie again?”
“No, I’m exhausted, I’ll just go to bed,” he tiredly smiled.
“Okay…”
He went to his room, and you were left alone in the kitchen. You were wondering if you did something wrong. Why did he suddenly act so distant? Did you do something wrong? Why couldn’t he fucking tell you what you did? What was his problem? Were you the problem?
You put on your headphones and turned the music to a high volume to bury any thoughts you could have. You fell asleep like that.
The next evening, you prepared yourself for work. It’s been a while since you last went there, and it stressed you a little to see your patients or the ones who left. You still wanted to show up to finish this rotation and try something else.
“Jack, can you drive me to the hospital?” You asked like nothing happened this last morning.
Hopefully it was a bad dream…
“No, your dad will drive you,” he directly answered as if he had rehearsed it.
“Why? It would be easier if you drove me.”
“I asked him…”
“Why? What’s going on? Why are you avoiding me? What did I do?”
You tried not to cry, but it was so painful to see him act like that toward you after all of those moments shared.
“Why are you pushing me away? Jack, I don’t understand! Did I do something?”
“You did nothing wrong, I’m just trying very hard to do the right thing here, okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“You stopped feeling like Robby’s kid, and I shouldn’t feel that way toward you,” he replied before looking away in shame.
You stayed silent, thinking about what to answer. It kind of dumbfounded you to get this big delivery before a long shift.
“I mean… I didn’t really help by literally living with you…”
“I’m just trying to figure out my feelings. I haven’t done that since my wife, so it’s a bit rocky.”
“So you want to take your distance? What do you want?”
“I’d like to think about it. You’re young…”
“It’s not like I was freshly eighteen…”
“At least, but you’re still a young woman and my friend’s daughter… It’s just… A mess to deal with. I shouldn’t feel this way about you…”
He kept looking away, and you moved his head to force eye contact.
“I’m not twelve. I’m a grown woman, and I’m not just Robby’s child, okay? I like you. So take your time to think about it. There’s no need to rush and deny your feelings.”
“I’m old, you should be with someone your age.”
“Ew, no!” You immediately answered when you thought about guys in their twenties with a disgusted face, making him smile. “If you need time to think about it, go ahead. I can go back to my dad’s place.”
“How about you stay here, and I take you on an actual date?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, we take it slow, and we can give it a shot. Just trying to see if it works out.”
plsss make frank langdon fics!!! i love your writing!
i would LOVE this!! i’m working on something else right now but i’ll write about him after. if you have anything more specific (trope, plot, etc.) you can send it in the meantime.
╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3
ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list
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Taking your friend's advice and buying a sex toy might end up being the best thing you ever done—even if it doesn't seem like it at first.
Distance
Jack's a good attending. He's nice to you. Polite. But he doesn't treat you like he does the others. He doesn't send you smiles. He never laughs with you, and he never seeks out your company. It hurts enough that you've decided to leave and take an attending position elsewhere.
Slim Pickins | @flofaiiry
a tipsy reader confides her boy troubles to jack, then realizes maybe one of the good men she's been waiting for has been in front of her the whole time. (it's him, he's good men.)
Cologne and Money | @relaxdiva
You tell yourself it’s just a crush. Just proximity. Just long nights in the ED and shared adrenaline. But when a workplace incident ends up with you being accidentally sedated, your filter is stripped away, the truth slips out—and the man you’ve wanted for months hears it all. You wake up embarrassed, determined to pretend it never happened, but he has other plans. In a department where gossip spreads fast, you’re forced to confront what’s been simmering between you two all along.
On Me | @snoopysupe
5 times jack pays for you +1 time you pay for him.
@pencil-n-pen
You've Ruined My Life
good things happen to those who are found crying in the supply closet by their hot, older, maybe flirty boss-slash-mentor.
Too Sweet
being in and out of the hospital all the time has never been an enjoyable experience. But after meeting a certain ED doctor who you can't seem to get away from, things just might start looking up.
Thinking Of You | @peachyparkerr
after things fall out between you and jack, you do your best to stay away from him when you can. but that doesn't mean that you don't wish that things were different, and it certainly doesn't mean that jack enjoys seeing nurse mateo diaz flirt with you.
@inkydelusions
Hoola Hoop
when you first heard of code hoola hoop you'd whished you'd never have to use it, but the pitt is full of surprises. when jack abbot finds you on the hospital roof, defeated and hurt, he makes the decision to change both your lives for good.
Something Med School Didn't Cover
when the doors of the pitt swing open to reveal you on the gurney, dr. jack abbot’s world shatters, forcing him to fight for two lives he didn't know were at stake.
Elevator Confessional | @mariposium
getting stuck in the elevator with the one doctor on the emergency floor you were hoping to avoid at all costs was not on your bucket list for your shift. neither was having to face the feelings you both had buried for each other.
Oblivious To Him | @mabel-777
jack likes his younger resident, but you are completely oblivious to it, thinking he’s just a nice attending.
It Had To Be You | @munsonpetal
you and jack abbot have known each other for five years. over those five years, feelings on both ends began to bloom. will one failed date finally give one of you the courage to admit your feelings?
Fall in Love (Again and Again) | @cryonme
a failed marriage, a traumatic brain injury, an old emergency contact, and a love that doesn’t give up.
@dearwalker
Gorgeous
You’ve been secretly losing your mind over Dr. Abbot for months. One slip on ice later, and your giant crush on the night attending becomes everyone’s business thanks to a concussion and a mouth that won’t stop calling him gorgeous.
The Great War
Years after your separation, life throws you back into Jack Abbot’s orbit in the worst way possible, carrying a devastating diagnosis that could be the reason your marriage fell apart in the first place: a tumor that may had erased the part of you that fell in love with him all those years back. And he’s not ready to lose you twice.
10 Things I Hate About You | @voidsagent
After joining in on the bet on Westbridge, you find an old bet on your relationship with Jack.
Where Do I Put My Love? | @alinathinkstoomuch
abbot offers up his house for a simple family bbq to help you out of a jam...unfortunately, neither of you are capable of keeping it simple.
Unaffected | @geminiwritten
even after swapping from nights to days, you just can’t seem to escape the inconveniently attractive night shift attending. then a ptmc night out, a sparkly dress, and a not-so-innocent game of never have i ever leads to dr. jack abbot making sure you can never utter the words “never have i ever finished during sex” ever again.
The Jack Abbot Effect | @mariposium
your boyfriend has a way about him that draws women in like bees to honey. it’s never bothered you before, but after a bad shift and an ill-timed bet, you are quickly reaching the limit of what you can handle.
Dancing In The Dark | @inknopewetrust
jack learned to deal with all of his problems alone. when he finds someone to help shoulder his burdens, he falls deeply, unconditionally head over heels for you—and he loves coming home.
@weird-is-life
My Savior
When a creep at a bar won't take a no for an answer, you fall into Jack's lap and get him to play your boyfriend.
Shy Shell
It becomes Jack's mission to get you out of your shy shell around him, and somehow it works.
So Fucking Endearing | @inkdrinkerworld
you do a bar crawl with the night shift as a new couple with jack abbot and he’s concerned about your blood sugar
Mornings At Robby's | @dearkeery
Robby had asked Jack Abbot to house-sit while he’s off on his three-month sabbatical. It just so happened that Robby also asked you, his sister. Out of all the things he’d managed to list, one would think Robby would have the decency to let you know that you weren’t the only one tasked to keep his house intact. But no, of course he didn’t because where’s the fun in that?
Casual | @hearts4hughes
I Couldn't Make It Any Harder | @annaevermore
You consider yourself really hard to love, so you try to keep your distance from Jack. He won't have any of it.
Bed Chem | @spikedfearn
Jack Abbot was still wearing his wedding ring the night he kissed you at your apartment door. Widowed and still learning how to want something again, Jack turns the best date you’ve had yet and one charged goodnight into something neither of you is ready to walk away from—and for him, wanting you is one thing, but letting himself have you is another entirely.
@seewhoyouwanttosee
Slim Pickins
In a final and desperate attempt to try and revive your love life, you turn to a dating app– only to have every attempt sabotaged by your boss.
Go Go Juice
After a series of bad dates, mid-conversation ghostings and a week straight of rejections– you need some good ol’ fashioned fun. Unfortunately, you end up drunk-dialing your hot, older boss– the one you’ve been crushing on since starting your residency. For some reason, he picks up.
The Terrible Date | @fromsil
a terrible date, on your evening off, ends you up at the emergency service in a bad state. the very same emergency service you work at.
@beccasdoll
Attuned
the new nurse in the pitt has caught jacks attention.
summary: jack couldn’t stand you. not your smart mouth, not your attitude and definitely not how good of a nurse you were. he should’ve ignored it. instead, you had a way to get under his skin and ruin his controlled demeanor he spent years crafting.
content: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, age gap, no use of y/n, pet names, work romance, praise, probably medical inaccuracies, reassurance, slow burn, praises, mutual pining, tension, reader is a little bratty, night shift crew, a little day shift crew
word count: 5.9k
author’s note: i changed the appearance for this fic and i started writing with capitals like requested in my poll, tell me if you like it!!
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Most of the day shift staff were going home, making their goodbyes with a smile on their faces. Dana was always the last one to go. She had a long day, so you and Lena insisted on making her leave now.
“We can handle that,” you assured, taking the tablet from her hand. "Go home, Dana.”
“You’re probably right…” she started, feeling the exhaustion run through her body. “I’ll go rest. Have a nice shift, sweetheart!” she smiled while slowly fetching her things to head out.
This beautiful moment got interrupted by the voice of your attending.
“Got news on Central 8?” he asked as he walked toward the nurse's station.
“No, results are still pending. I would’ve told you if they weren’t.”
He checked on the patient’s chart before letting you know his speculations.
“It’s most likely anxiety. He had a crisis before.”
"There are no cardiac results yet,” you added to avoid categorizing every young person with anxiety without further proof.
“He’s 22 with generalized anxiety. He doesn’t need all of that.”
“He’s also diaphoretic and rates the pain an 8.”
“He was hyperventilating and Googled his symptoms multiple times before coming in. It is a panic attack.”
“Yeah, right, because Google is known to be reliable,” you argued. “I’ll just tell him Dr. Google was right and he’s having a panic attack, even if there’s no CT scan to confirm it.”
He leaned on the nurse’s station counter, ready to enumerate his thought process. “EKG is fine, no risk factors, no family history. What makes you think it’s not anxiety?”
“Did you actually see him recently? He looks worse than when he came in!”
He took a second to think about it before nodding.
“Alright, repeat vitals, wait for troponin, and we escalate if things are getting worse, better?”
At the same time, the labs came back. You looked at them, angling the screen toward you to avoid any possible glances from him. As you read them, it was clear that it was just a panic attack.
Jack immediately got it when he saw your reaction. He tried not to act cocky to respect your professional opinion, but it felt so good to shut that smart mouth from time to time.
“Panic attack?”
“Yeah… But I had good reasons to be unsure!”
He rolled his eyes, but a small laugh betrayed what he really thought. You knew he liked having people in his team who hypothesized about everything instead of treating without thinking.
“Good job, kid,” he finally admitted, leaving for another patient’s room.
Once you were left alone, you quickly ran to the break room to take an energy drink from the vending machine that you carefully placed beside your computer.
“Need you in trauma 2!” Mateo yelled from the room.
“What happened?” you asked, ready to help how you could.
As everyone gathered around the person you needed to treat. The night shift attending repeated what was said by the paramedics who had already left.
“19-year-old male, sudden onset of shortness of breath while playing basketball. No trauma. Vitals are HR 118, BP 112/72, RR 28, and SAT 93% on room air.”
Nazely made the decision to speak with the patient face-to-face in order to comprehend his condition. “History of asthma?”
“I have a mild one, but I have an inhaler.”
“Give him a NEB and some oxygen. It could be asthma exacerbation,” Abbot ordered, placing himself at the foot of the bed with his strong arms behind his back. He was prepared to take charge.
You listened to his chest before coming to another conclusion. “Breath sounds are diminishing on the right side,” you informed while trying to keep it proficient in front of the young man in the bed.
“It can still be bronchospasm,” he validated with his confident tone.
“Look at his stats. 91% on oxygen. Probably a pneumothorax.”
“Alright… Let’s ultrasound him then.”
He knew better than to uniquely trust his judgment, especially when it came to high-priority cases. You could really get on his nerves at times, but he’d never minimize your knowledge.
He asked the new intern to do the ultrasound while he talked her through it.
“Okay, a little more on the right, Dr. Toomarian. Now, tell me, what do you see?”
“It looks like a pneumothorax,” she replied with her eyes concentrated on the screen.
“Good, let’s set up for needle decompression,” he concluded, clapping his hands together before stepping away to let the doctors and nurses work their magic.
He turned to look at you. You were right and probably going to brag about it.
In fact, you wasted no time smiling and tapping his shoulder while leaving the room. Already too crowded to make yourself useful.
“1-1, looking forward to being right again!”
He shook his head and turned toward the team of professionals working on the young guy.
You walked to another patient for an IV line with your drink in hand.
A high school girl who had way too much to drink needed fluids because of dehydration.
As you helped her, you gave her some advice.
“Akari, you need to drink water when you take alcohol; otherwise, you’ll end up here again.”
“I know… I just wanted to get drunk, but it was too much at once, I guess,” she mumbled with a tired voice.
“Why did you want to get drunk?”
“I just don’t have any actual friends, and I just wanted to forget about it and go to a party. Ended up here…”
“I understand, but I hope you know that drinking won’t solve anything, right? I see too many people die because of alcoholism to let you go down that path. As for the friends part, have you tried to talk about it with a therapist?”
“She wouldn’t give me friends…”
“No, but she could help you deal with not having friends and how to find new ones. Friendships are hard to find and harder to keep. Don’t think that high school is the only place where you’ll meet people. I don’t talk to anyone from there.
“Really? Not even one person?”
“No, I was feeling lonely for a while, but it gets better. Now, I have friends from work and nursing school that I hold close to my heart.”
“I hope it’ll get better then,” she wished in a low tone.
You were already finished with her IV drip, and you thought about all the charting you needed to complete, so you excused yourself and left.
As soon as you were seated on the chair, Abbot was there.
“What are you working on?” he confidently asked as he sat down next to you.
“None of your business. Ellis is on the case, not you.”
“I’m her boss. Give me the presentation.”
“52-year-old male, chest pain for an hour, classic symptoms. He’s stable for now.”
You tried to focus on the computer in front of you, but his presence pulled your eyes toward him. You weren’t used to having anyone close to you while you charted.
“‘For now’ isn’t a vital sign. I need numbers, kid.”
You sighed and read the information written down previously. “BP 148/92, heart rate 104, O₂ 96. Do you want me to list his horoscope too?”
“No, but I need you focused,” he severely answered, making you raise your eyebrows. He never talked back like this when you were with him. “Sorry, my leg hurts… ECG?”
You ignored the topic of his leg, not wanting to bother him with that and not knowing how to even talk about it with him.
“I was about to do one.”
“You’re too late. Chest pains get an ECG in the first ten minutes.”
“I was busy! Since when are you the protocol police?”
“Since I’m now winning, 2-1,” he winked as you were trying to pierce holes through his soul with your harsh stare.
You headed to North 22 to see this 52-year-old man without a second word to Jack.
It was way longer than necessary because of how talkative he was. Your aluminum can was empty by the end, so you discreetly stole Abbot’s coffee cup from his desk. It was quicker than making one.
Unfortunately, he noticed by the second. He had sharp eyes for an old man. You barely had time to take two sips when he approached you from behind and smoothly removed the cup from your hand.
“That’s mine; you should ask permission,” he stated, drinking from the cup to prove his point further.
“It was left alone. Finders keepers, doc.”
“Your hands are shaking because of the energy drink you took. I’m not letting you have more caffeine.”
“You want to act like my dad now? I’m a grown woman; I can drink whatever I want.”
He suddenly got called for something else. It seemed like you were going to win this one.
──୨୧──
The end of the shift came quicker than you expected. You had to make an attending physician sign your charts; you usually went with Shen, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Lena, have you seen John? I need him to sign my chart of the night,” you asked your supervisor with a tablet in your hands.
“He’s busy in trauma 1. Why don’t you ask your other attending?” She pried with a knowing expression.
“He’s too strict! I would’ve had to edit everything until 2 pm if I made him look!”
She completely ignored you and grabbed Jack by his strong arm while he was passing by.
“There you are!” She exclaimed, guiding him towards you.
“You okay, Lena? Didn’t overwork yourself tonight?” He asked in his annoyingly caring tone.
“It was a long night, I’m happy to go home, now…” She started by adding the rest in a happier voice. “Talking about going home, you need to sign her chart!” She concluded before leaving you alone.
“I’m fine, I’ll wait for Shen,” you finished directly without making him utter a single word.
“No, I’m here, he’s not. I’ll review it,” he harshly pointed out, crossing his arms and holding eye contact to drive his point home.
“You’ll make me add and edit stuff! I want to go home.”
He held out his hand to get the tablet.
“Give it to me, kid. I don’t like to argue with you.”
“Watch me.”
You looked at him for a second, but your eyes felt too heavy, and your bed never felt so appealing.
“Okay, there you go, then. Don’t make me regret it.”
“Wow, you must be very tired,” he said, with a small smirk peeking out, starting to read what you wrote down for your patient. “Last time took us a good fifteen minutes.”
You rolled your eyes, but he gave back the tablet with his signature.
“How many hours did you sleep last night?”
“Well… It’s a little too personal. I don’t think we’re at this level of-“
“You spelled 'abdominal' wrong three times. Consider yourself lucky that I care about the well-being of my nurses.“
“Oh my god, you’re letting it slide, what’s happening to professionalism?” You asked in a fake, shocked expression.
“Go to bed.”
You nodded while packing your things in your bag.
“Do you have a drive home?”
“I’ll drive myself home like the grown woman I am.”
“No, you won’t,” he ordered like it was the most obvious thing on the planet.
“No?” You repeated.
“You’re not driving, I will,” he stated before walking to his locker, expecting you to follow.
“Heck no, you aren’t! You’ll try to kidnap me or even murder me!”
He stayed silent, but walked to his locker to get his belongings.
“I had a long day, can you cut it and come with me, please?”
“Fine…”
“Good,” he smiled while putting his camo backpack on his right shoulder.
You silently walked to his car. The hard work from your night is catching up to you.
“You did great out there,” he praised as he opened the passenger door for you.
“I know…”
He let out a soft chuckle at your usual cockiness. You could tell you weren’t the only one who was exhausted. As he got into the driver’s seat, you decided to address it.
“So… tough day?”
“Yeah, I had a woman who came in today with breast cancer.”
“Tough case, why did she come in?”
“Febrile neutropenia.”
“It’s common during chemotherapy. Why did it shake you like that?”
“Probably because it made me think about my wife. I miss her a lot.”
“Oh… Sorry… I… I don’t know what to say but sorry…”
“You’re good, I just needed to let it out,” he began, his hand tightening its grip on the wheel. “You don’t have to say anything.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Good, I couldn’t handle it,” he softly chuckled as he ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair.
“Okay,” you awkwardly answered.
He was seeing a therapist, and he had friends. What were you supposed to do?
He dropped you off at your place and agreed on a time to come pick you up tomorrow.
“6:40 tomorrow?” He asked with a gentler tone than usual.
“6:45.”
“6:43?”
“6:44.”
“Don’t push it, kid.”
“Okay, see you!” You finished before leaving his truck and getting to your apartment complex.
──୨୧──
He was there at 6:40 the next day, and you opened the passenger door at 6:45. He was fidgeting with his prosthetic when you entered.
“Hi, doc!” You energetically greeted him with a large cup of iced coffee in your hand.
“You’ve never looked so happy to see me,” he pointed out with a small smile, waiting for you to buckle up before starting the car.
“I know; extremely out of character. I just got a new coffee machine, and it’s my second one of the evening.”
“You’re not having more coffee than this one. I don’t want you having a heart attack at work.”
“You’re just afraid that I’ll be too great and treat all of my patients in record time!”
“…Or that your energy will completely fade and that you’ll need breaks every two minutes.”
“I’ve survived with more caffeine during med school! I’ll be fine,” you reassured while taking a sip.
He tightened his grip on the wheel and shook his head.
You entered the hospital with him close behind you.
“Quicker, we’re almost late,” he commands with a hand close to your waist without actually touching it.
“Time is a social construct,” you corrected with a small smile toward him.
“Go to reports.”
You went to see Dana and hugged her.
“Hey, sweetheart, slept well? Ate well?”
“Well and well, you?”
She chuckled and signed something before taking her bag from under the desk.
“Wow, we’re leaving at 7 pm? Who are you, and what happened to my favorite nurse?”
“Heard that!” Lena yelled from the other side of the emergency room.
“How?” You whispered to Dana, who didn’t care about it.
“My daughter’s back in town. We’re going to dinner together,” she explained, undoing her hair from her now-messy bun.
“Good for you, then! Have a great evening. I’ll have Princess update me.”
“She’s in North 10. Got thrown up on today. Go easy on her, she won’t handle you like Abbot does.”
Paramedics entered with Jack and a woman on a stretcher. He wasted no time giving Dana a presentation.
“34-year-old female, 20-foot fall from a ladder. No reported LOC and GCS of 15. Complaining of severe lower back pain and right wrist pain, unable to ambulate after the fall. Where do I put her?”
“Trauma 2 just opened!”
“Kid, you’re with me. Ellis and Henderson, too!”
You nodded, and everything went quickly from there. It was the usual trauma bay chaos. The only place where you could enter a state of deep focus. The paramedics shot the vitals and the important information before leaving as Abbot placed himself at the foot of the bed.
“Do a FAST exam, kid,” he ordered as he moved on to something else for someone else.
“FAST is clean. Love that for us,” you commented with a smile.
“Great, do another survey!” He commanded, shifting his weight from his working to non-working leg with a small groan.
You mentally noted his visible discomfort but continued to treat the patient until she got stabilized and sent upstairs.
As she entered the elevator with a crowd of medical professionals around her, you sanitized your hands and went to your attending.
“Hey, looked older than usual out there,” you joked as his eyes were on the TV to choose a new case to work on.
“Cut it and take a patient. Lena needs help. Day shift was busy and left us with the leftovers.”
“Fine, which case are you on?”
“Take your own.”
“Then, I’ll work on my snack case.”
“No, you’re with me.”
“Yay!”
He sighed and took a tablet.
“We’re going to South 5.”
“What’s in South 5?”
“55-year-old man with right lower quadrant abdominal pain, probably early appendicitis.”
You nodded and entered his room. Abbot introduced both of you. The patient looked normal if you ignored a mildly uncomfortable expression and a hand covering his right side.
You gave Jack a spinning chair to sit down, knowing that if he refused, it would prove your point further.
“No, I’ll do the physical exam now.”
“Right,” you replied, even if it wasn’t right. “Sir, can you rate your pain on a scale from one to ten?”
“I’d say a five, maybe a six when I move.”
“Nausea?” Jack asked as he inspected his abdomen.
“A bit, but nothing else,” he reassured.
You saw your attending wince as he needed to walk to the other side of the bed to inspect his other side.
Once the exam was done, you both walked to the nurse's station. Jack was next to you, but he remained slightly behind.
“Get him bloodwork, CBC, CRP, UA, start IV, and you can keep NPO. We’ll image after labs.”
“You’re limping.”
“I’m walking,” he corrected, but anyone could see that he was favouring his right leg to the absent one.
He leaned on his desk before painfully sitting down and starting his charting of the night.
“You’re limping like an eighty-year-old man!”
“I’m fine,” he finished.
“Get up then,” you ordered, wanting to prove your point.
“It’s- Fine,” he finally obliged and got up with a pained face that he couldn’t hide at all.
“Ok, supply closet, now,” you commanded with a newfound authority.
“Labs aren’t-“
“Jack.”
He looked around and saw how everyone was doing their tasks and minding their business. He felt hands on his chest pushing him toward the closet he’d prefer to avoid.
“Come on, grandpa, limp to the closet.”
“Oh, I know you did not just call me grandpa!”
“Dang, getting deaf too?”
He let out a dry laugh before hardly sitting on the floor of the supply closet with a tiny whimper.
You closed the door and kneeled beside him.
“Let me see,”
“I’ll treat it myself, you’re needed in North 9.”
“Let me help you for once. You’d do the same for anyone else.”
He paused and looked down at his leg with a sad face. Slowly, he pushed his pants up to uncover his prosthetic before removing it.
As he revealed the injury, you tried not to react. You’re a nurse, you’ve seen way worse. However, this time was different. It was more difficult to see. The skin was reddened, indicating a pressure ulcer, probably at stage 2.
“Don’t put anything in the charts.”
“And how can I be sure that you’ll get it checked?”
“I will… Hurts like hell,” he confirmed with a raspy voice.
“Yeah, that’s usually why people go see a doctor before it gets that bad,” you replied while putting on gloves and gathering saline and a sterile gauze.
“I was managing it.”
You stared at him, putting a little more pressure on the wound, making him wince.
“Every time I thought about taking time off to get it healed, I thought about why everyone needed it more than me,” he explained, looking back at you with soft eyes.
“You think being useful is the same thing as being worthy.”
He slowly nodded to take in what you were saying.
“It’s not,” you added.
You applied a bandage to his wound with extra padding before continuing to talk.
“You can’t walk the rest of the shift with that, you’re going home, doc.”
“I’m probably going to have some days off,” he said in a low tone to prevent his voice from cracking.
“And get it treated.”
He sighed, putting his prosthetic back on.
“I’ll call them once I get home.”
“Wow, we’re making progress here!” You congratulated him as you got up and gave him a hand to go the same.
As you opened the door to go back into the ER, you almost collided with Ellis. She paused, looking at the two of you in the small supply closet, and resumed as if nothing had happened.
“I don’t even want to know,” she started, grabbing saline from one of the shelves. “You’ll text me the details later, though,” she asked you as she went back in the patient’s room.
──୨୧──
It’s been some hours since your shift started, and you felt weird. His annoying presence didn’t feel annoying anymore, but needed. One morning, after work, you subconsciously drove to his place instead of yours. You only noticed when you were parking your car.
You walked there with furrowed eyebrows. You never went somewhere uninvited, and it was so inappropriate to go to a coworker’s place on top of that.
You didn’t have time to knock, and the door opened, you flinched at the unexpected movement.
“Hi,” you smiled, not sure about what to say.
“I saw your car in the parking,” he answered as you awkwardly nodded.
He was wearing black sweatpants with a black t-shirt that was probably too tight for his big arms. It felt strange to see him in something other than scrubs but also comforting in a way you couldn’t explain.
There was a silence. You were searching for any type of excuse to explain why you were there at 9am but there were none. You had his number; you could’ve texted.
“Come in, kid,” he invited in his gentle voice.
His apartment was spacious and a little luxurious if you were being honest. The doctor’s salary obviously came with some perks. It was very minimalist with not much furniture except the important ones. Some keys on the kitchen island and a yoga mat on his isolated patio were indicating he was actually living there.
“VA benefits are something… I’d join the military if I could get all this cash,” you commented while checking out his place.
“Don’t.”
“Come on! I wasn’t serious!”
“But I am. Do you want something to eat? I was going to make some pasta.”
“I’m not going to say no to a free meal. How’s your leg?”
“They gave me cephalexin“
“That’s not what I asked.“
“I can wear my prosthetic again.”
“Still not what I asked-“
“My leg is better.”
“Good, let me help you with dinner, I’m starving.”
“No, sit down and tell me how was work today,” he asked, secretly happy to have news from someone.
“There’s a new nurse in the night shift! Her name is Emma. She was in the day shift but she’s temporary switching to cover for Gabrielle because she’s going to Cancun for a week.”
“Good for her, she needed rest. You? You alright?”
“Yeah, I just feel empty without someone… It’s dumb because he’s always so annoying, but I think about him when something isn’t done his way,” you explained, feeling very vulnerable at the revelation.
“I think Gabrielle uses she/her pronouns,” he joked to make you feel better which gave you a small chuckle. “I’ll be back in three days. My leg’s almost healed and I can walk without pain.”
“That’s good to know… I edited my charts today. It’s crazy how much I make mistakes when I write.”
“Told you. With age comes wisdom,” he proudly announced while putting pasta in the boiling water.
“It also comes with dementia and Alzheimer.”
“I’m not that old, kid.”
You shook your head as you ran your fingers through your hair and untied them. They were messy from your hard night.
“Do you want to take a shower before dinner?” he proposed.
“…Is that your way of saying I smell?”
“You work in an emergency department.”
“Wow, just tell me I stink already.”
“Go, or it’ll be ready while you’re in the shower.”
“Don’t rush me!”
You felt a little awkward at the idea of taking a shower at his place but you still went in, desperate to feel clean again.
You unfolded a towel and wrapped it around you before realizing that you didn’t have any clothes to put on.
“Abbot?”
“Mhm?” he answered, concentrated on making the sauce.
“I forgot that I don’t have any clothes to wear.”
“Of course, I’m sorry,” he immediately apologized while going to his bedroom and looking through his wardrobe with you slightly behind him, looking over his shoulder.
“You barely have clothes!”
“Don’t lie,” he started, realizing that your observation might be true. He never felt like he needed more clothes. Most of his time was spent working in a uniform or sleeping.
“Okay, I don’t have tons but I have this,” he said before presenting you an old shirt with a university logo on it, probably one he had as a med student.
“Does it still exist?” you joked as you pointed to the uni’s name behind the shirt.
“Cut the crap, I’m not that old. Get changed while I make your plate.”
“Whatever you say but I’ll Google your uni after!” You said as he left you alone in his room.
You came back in the kitchen with his shirt and a pair of backup panties you kept in your purse.
“Do you want to eat on the couch?” He asked as he handed you your plate.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.”
You were sitting together, just eating without a word.
“Long day?”
“Yeah, I just got an energy crash. Luckily, I’m off tomorrow,” you informed with a relieved smile.
“Glad to hear it. You need rest.”
“You do too…”
He paused and broke eye contact to eat again with a small nod.
“You can sleep here if you want. You know I won’t let you drive if you’re too tired.”
“Where would I sleep?”
“My bed. I can sleep here.”
“Okay…”
He didn’t say anything else and finished his meal before taking your now-empty one and placing it in the sink.
You walked into his room. The bed wasn’t made, but it still looked clean and inviting.
“I have a charger for your phone here, and I’ll be in the living room if you need anything; I’m here.”
“I know,” you smiled as he halfway closed the door.
The room was pitch black except for the small light coming from the rest of the apartment. You lay on the bed and closed your eyes.
──୨୧──
You woke up at 3pm, during the time you’d sleep in. You had a nightmare about a patient you had.
A young girl who came in after a car crash was in critical conditions. Fortunately for everyone, you were able to save her. However, you dreamt you couldn’t, and it hunted you.
The teachers at your nursing school and your fellow nurses were all wrong when they said that you get used to the idea of loosing patients. Very few understand that it takes a very good mindset to understand that it’s not your fault. It’s simply not something you could do. How could you move on from having someone die when you were the one insuring their safety?
You needed to get out of this room and do literally anything else to go back to sleep without continuing the nightmare so you walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
You saw your attending doing the same thing.
“Stealing my ideas, I see,” you commented while taking the glass he made for himself and drinking from it.
He didn’t say anything about it and took another glass.
“Nightmare?” He asked before taking a sip.
“Yes, you?”
“Nightmare. You want to talk about it?”
You thought about what to say but your eyes just watered, and you looked up to prevent the tears from falling.
“Come here,” he whispered as he opened his arms for a comforting hug.
“I’m so emotional, I’m sorry,” you apologized as you were crying in his chest.
“You don’t have to apologize for that.”
You quietly cried for a moment, and he slightly rocked you to soothe your saddened feelings. His shirt smelled like fresh laundry and a manly cologne with woody notes.
It felt natural to stay like that. Even when you finished crying, he kept holding you, resting his chin on your head.
“I put some snot on your shirt.”
He slightly pulled away to check what you were saying, but he was quick to brush it off. “I had way worse on me.”
“Me too, but still… It’s so embarrassing…”
“It’s not. Do you want to take a sip of water?”
“Yeah, good idea,” you immediately agreed to change your mind with anything you could find.
You took some sips as he ran his hand up and down your back to prolong his reassurance.
“Do you want to go back to bed?” He asked with a low voice.
“I don’t know…”
“Do you want to watch TV?”
“No, bed sounds better… And you probably watch animal documentaries like old people.”
He smiled and didn’t correct you.
“Go back to bed, kid.”
You headed back but as you were entering the room, you turned around.
“Forget what happened, okay? I’m not a cry baby or anything like that.”
“I know.”
──୨୧──
Jack finally returned to work later in the week. It was a little awkward between you two. You haven’t found a balance between your usual dynamic and whatever that was in his apartment.
“Can you check on a patient in South 9? Risk of septic shock,” he informed as he was charting.
“Good morning to you, too. Yes, I had a good evening, and I slept well. Thank you for asking!”
“South 9.”
“You’re mean!”
“You’ll survive, go.”
You went to check on the patient. It was a middle-aged woman who was playing with her phone.
“Hi Mrs Romanov, are you feeling better?”
“I am, but I can’t figure out how to call my daughter,” she complained as she tapped the screen with a progressing agitation.
“We’ll call her for you. Is she an emergency contact?”
“Yes! You already called her, I just wanted to give her an update while she’s driving her.”
“Okay, we’ll do that. You just have to relax as much as you can for your health. Do you want something to eat or a journal to read?”
“No, I’m fine…”
“Good, I’ll check your vitals and let you rest.”
Once everything seemed normal, you left her alone and updated his chart to write the last visit.
“She’s okay?” Jack asked, charting for one of his many patient.
“Yes, I need to call her daughter, though.”
“We already called her.”
“I know, she just wants to update her daughter on her condition.”
Your comment made John and Lena, who were talking about a difficult case, turn around.
“Didn’t know Mrs Romanov had a VIP room,” John said with a moralistic undertone.
“I know, it’ll be quick!” You tried to convince him, but the red phone used for outside calls was placed in your hand by Jack.
“Let her, it’ll be quick,” he added to Shen as he stayed by your side with his hands behind him.
“Thanks,” you mouthed while you typed the number, making him leave.
After three minutes of conversation on the phone, you hung up and watched the TV in order to find something to busy yourself with.
“Come with me in the psych room,” Jack commanded before giving you a granola bar.
“Who’s that for?”
“You. You haven’t eaten yet.”
“How do you know? You were stuck in the trauma bay for all of the beginning of our shift.”
“Did you eat?”
“No, but I could’ve!”
“Take it.”
You rolled your eyes but took it and headed to the psych room as he described the case to you.
“17-year-old male, chief complaints are chest tightness and paranoia. He apparently took alcohol and marijuana. Eventually got too agitated and Henderson had to tie him down. You’ll give him 5 mg of zyprexa to calm him a little while I hold him.”
“Looking safe and harmless,” you sarcastically answered as you finished your snack and took the syringe in your hand.
You entered and Jack placed himself beside the boy to explain what he was going to do. He was very calm which surprised you considering how he was described. This room wasn’t a place you liked. You never felt confident there but you tried not to show it and stood next to your attending with a reassuring smile.
It’s only after you approached that you realized that he was restrained for a reason. Instinctively, Jack placed his arm across your chest like your mother used to do when she made a sharp stop in the car. You took a step back and stared at the screaming patient.
“Do you want to continue?”
You nodded and he held him down well. You injected him quickly and left immediately.
Abbot tried to conclude the interaction but the medicine wasn’t active yet and it was essentially just yells.
“Okay man, I’ll leave you alone,” he finally said as he left.
He noticed that you were watching the TV with your arms crossed. He made a mental note to never send you in that room again.
As Abbot approached you from behind, a hand automatically wanted to place itself on your lower back, but it stayed inches away. It was like a weird attraction pulled him close to you but pushed him out once he was close enough.
“You good?” He finally asked in a low voice.
You sighed and opened your mouth to say something but closed it after.
“…Never better,” you lied, hoping and craving that he could see right through you for once in your life.
“You’ll get home soon, and it will all be better, okay? Plus, you’re off Friday.”
“Yeah…”
Suddenly, a patient screamed. Without knowing why, you flinched. You were so focused on his words that you forgot where you were. It didn’t really matter because has you backed off during your scared moment, you felt his hand on your back.
You didn’t know what to say or do. Being sarcastic about it felt wrong. You were just frozen in place, looking at him. He wasn’t fazed by your reaction and used that hand to push your body closer to the nurse station to let someone pass.
It wasn’t normal at all, but you wanted for the first time in your life to watch National Geographic documentaries with Jack Abbot and stare at his mouth while he reexplained the scenes because you zoned out during one of the numerous long scenes.
“Kid, focus for a second.”
“What?” You asked as you noticed that you were shamelessly staring at his lips like a teenage girl.
“I’m off Friday.”
“Why would I care?”
He looked around, getting scared to ruin it all.
“Do I need to spell it out, kid?”
“Yes, please,” you answered with a smirk.
“Do you want to go on a date with me?”
Your smirk didn’t last long because it quickly got replaced by a full grin.
summary: once dating life is off the table, you still desperately want a child with someone. you decide to turn to your friend for help.
content: friends to lovers, probably medical inaccuracies, pet names, fluff, praise, comfort, no use of y/n, night shift and a little of day shift
word count: 5k
author’s note: just got out of a relationship with a very insecure/emotionally unstable man so i’m posting this draft as a come back post! i know it’s shitty, don’t hate me!!
offer
“and why not you?” you proposed to jack, making him almost spill his beer out of his mouth.
“me?” he repeated to make sure he didn’t hallucinate what he just heard.
you were looking through profiles of sperm donors the hospital gave you, so you invited your friend to help you choose the father of your future child. it felt like it was too important to do it alone.
“i really thought i’d be okay with a stranger, but i can’t do it. what if he’s a horrible person and gives the genes to my kid?”
he chuckled at the crazy scenario before thinking about what you just said. “i’m not sure that i’m up for it, honestly.”
“okay, but can you think about it? we get along really well, and you’d have some sort of legacy.”
“i’ll think about it, but if we do that, i have a condition.”
you furrowed your brows, intrigued to learn what it was.
“i want to be a dad, not a sperm bank.”
“so we would coparent?”
“yes, we could share custody,” he suggested, being a little too obvious about the fact that he’d like it.
you paused for a moment before continuing. “i have an oil change to do on my car monday. you’ll give me a ride to work, and we’ll talk about it.”
he nodded in agreement to your plan. he’d think about if he really wanted a child with someone who wasn’t his deceased wife, and you’d think about if you wanted to coparent.
──୨୧──
jack and you met when you transferred to ptmc after moving to pittsburgh. it was closer to your family, and you needed their support after a long relationship that disgusted you from the dating life forever.
there was a spot for a nighttime attending in pediatrics that waited for you. you felt honored to be chosen, and you took your job very seriously.
one night, you got called to the emergency department. you hated going there in person. it was lacking the colors of your floor, and it looked way too crowded.
however, you had to put your feelings aside and focus on the child who needed urgent help. he thankfully got stabilized after intense minutes of work on him.
you were always feeling down when you had to perform those big surgeries on tiny humans who didn’t ask for any of that. it was probably noticeable because dr abbot came your way to praise your skills. he was wondering who you were.
“are you new?”
“yes, i just moved back here after a long time away. everything changed so much.”
“i know some nice bars if you need a friend to visit the new spots with,” he proposed with a smile. one of his fingers had a wedding band that encouraged you to believe he didn’t mean more than what he said.
“i’d love that,” you accepted, returning the grin he gave you.
since then, jack and you have become good friends. you invited him over when you had a bad shift, and he did the same.
──୨୧──
it was 6 p.m., and instead of finishing your day of work like most people, you were just starting it.
you received a text from your friend, informing you that he’ll arrive soon. you decided to go breath the air of spring and come outside directly. you needed to find a way to distract yourself and calm your stress. you haven't really talked to him since this last conversation about having his kids.
he parked his car in front of you, and you got in. instead of an awkward moment, he directly started talking like he had rehearsed this moment.
“i thought about it a lot, and i want you to carry our child. i always wanted to have kids, and my life feels pretty empty right now; i could use the space with a little one. if you’re still up for it, of course.”
“yes, i looked into it. we would need a lawyer and a lot of conversations about how we organize our coparenting, but i could work. you’re a great friend, and you’d make an even better father.”
“you’ll be a good mother too. i’ll talk to the hospital’s attorney to get a recommendation for a good lawyer.”
“okay, we’ll have to put in the contract that i want the nursery at my place during the first months.”
“your place is it,” he happily agreed.
reveal
you really wanted it to work on the first try, especially knowing that jack insisted on paying for the whole thing.
you tracked your menstrual cycle very closely and got inseminated with his sperm. he was there for every single appointment with professionals. no matter how tired he was, he’d come to support you.
you officially finished the whole process, and you had to take a test. you went to jack’s place to do it after work.
“okay, it says i need to wait two minutes before looking at it,” you said, reading the instructions to make sure you weren’t missing any step.
“so we wait.”
“i’m really scared it won’t work,” you admitted to him in a small voice.
“worst case scenario, we just do it another time. don’t sweat about it. everything will be okay.”
you flinched when the alarm on your phone announced the end of the wait. you turned the test to reveal two lines.
jack immediately hugged you tightly.
you cried tears of joy. you weren’t in a relationship, but you felt like you were supported enough to go through it all.
first trimester
jack didn’t tell anyone about your plan. the only person who knew was robby. he found the plan admirable. maybe that he would’ve loved to have children in another life.
your breast were so sore all the time that you had a hard time wearing a bra. that’s when dana became the second person in the emergency department to know.
“first trimester?” she asked while looking at the paperwork she needed to complete.
“how did you know?”
“enlarged breasts and practically no bump. i had the same with my first, but the second gave me a bump as soon as i got pregnant," she began, remembering the cherished moment. “who’s the lucky guy?”
“it’s jack. we did this thing called iui. we want to coparent together.”
she looked quite surprised at the news but quickly transformed her open mouth into a grin. “well, i’m glad if it works out!”
“what do you mean by that?”
“pregnancy is a long and intimate process. i’m just saying that feelings could get tangled in there.”
“they won't; dating is out of the window for both of us. i’m not putting myself through that ever again.”
“do what your heart feels like, sweetheart,” she smiled, quietly returning to her paperwork.
you nodded and tried to find jack. he called you to know if you could take someone in pediatrics, but something came up, and he hung up before having the chance to present the case.
he was always coming with you to the doctor appointments you planned every week and checked on you over texts once in a while. other than that, he let you space. it’s not like you were dating or anything.
“hey, you came down? i could’ve called you back.”
“well, you weren’t, so i came,” you dryly replied. “sorry, i’ve been told i’m on edge.”
“it’s common; don’t worry about it,” he immediately reassured before logging on to a computer.
it was a 9-year-old girl, with severe asthma exacerbation. they gave her oxygen, albuterol, and prednisone to stabilize her enough, but she’d need to stay in peds one to three days for monitoring, treatments, and iv meds.
while you read, a nurse opened a tupperware with her lunch, and you got nauseous with the strong smell.
“yeah, we’ll take her,” you mumbled while urgently going to the nearest bathroom.
second trimester
the second trimester came with some perks. you could finally discover the gender of the baby, and your nausea stopped.
every single ultrasound was filled with excitement at the possibility of knowing if it was a girl or a boy.
“i hope it’ll show for this one. some can tell at 18 weeks, and i’m at 20. it’s not fair!” you complained while you rested a hand on your bump that started showing.
“the baby wasn’t positioned well,” he reminded you with one arm on the steering wheel as he drove to the hospital.
the ob-gyn greeted you with a smile. you were a little nervous, so jack couldn’t stop touching you. he had his hands on your nearest shoulder while you lay on the chair with your shirt up. they went to your forearm and your hands too when the doctor took a little too much time talking about how normal it is to not know the gender yet.
“today is the day!” the ob-gyn announced with a smile on her face.
jack looked at the screen with furrowed brows. your face lit up when you saw it. “it’s a girl!” you exclaimed with joy.
he hugged you tightly while peppering kisses on the top of your head.
“we’re having a girl,” he whispered to you with the biggest grin he could physically make.
you left the department together and went to the peds to see your coworkers and friends to tell them the good news. the father of your baby girl stayed behind with a smile plastered on his face. for the biggest flirt of the hospital, jack wasn’t looking at your coworkers much. he mostly looked at you while the girls of your department jumped in excitement.
“oh my god, she will be so cute!” one said while two others were touching your belly.
“i know!” you responded and reached out for jack’s hand to get him closer. “i’m really hungry, so we will go, but thank you for being here.”
they all agreed to let you go and you went to the pitt in the elevator.
“i need a cheeseburger,” you thought out loud with a hand rubbing your belly.
“i’ll get it for you. do you want to go to a restaurant?”
“yes, but i want to go see dana and robby first.”
“don’t overwork yourself, mama. do you feel like seeing them?”
“yes, i want to. we’re having a little girl!”
as the doors of the elevator opened, you both noticed that the er was almost empty.
“what happened?” you asked in surprise at the rare sight.
“i have no idea; it’s either a good or a bad sign.”
dana saw the two of you and yelled at robby to come. the two men dapped up while the nurse leaned on the wall.
“so… do you have good news?”
“we’re having a baby girl!” you happily cheered.
“that’s amazing!” robby said before looking at his friend, who only had you and the baby in his vision.
jack concluded the conversation quickly to get you the cheeseburger you were craving.
he stopped at a fast food place you liked, and you let out a yawn. “can you go in the drive-through? i’m tired.”
“no problemo!” he answered like it was the last of his worries.
he ordered what you wanted and parked in the parking lot for the two of you to eat comfortably.
“so, how is the second trimester treating you?” he wondered after swallowing a bite of burger.
“i’m living my best life. the bump is cute, i don’t get nauseous anymore, and i get horny all of the time.”
he froze at the last part but gathered himself in no time. “well, it’s a common symptom…”
“makes you understand why it’s a thing you do as a couple. i literally cried myself to sleep last night because of how lonely i felt.”
“you feel lonely?”
“yeah, my feelings are all over the place. that’s an annoying part.”
“they’re heightened, not different,” he said before taking fries from his meal. “call me if you need someone. i’m always there, you know?”
third trimester
the final weeks before giving birth were the worst. you were feeling enormous, you were exhausted all the time, and everything was hurting.
jack tried to be more present by texting more, but he was afraid of being overbearing. he never imagined having his first child with someone he wasn’t dating. there was no textbook on how to behave with a friend who was also carrying the daughter he had dearly wanted.
from time to time, he’d come to your place after a shift to help you out with anything you needed.
tonight, he could feel you weren’t feeling well at the hospital, so he invited himself to your place by pretending that he had more decorations to do in the nursery.
you accepted, too exhausted to refuse free labor from him. you could take a nice shower while he prepares a good meal like he usually does.
you got out of the steamy bathroom in your pastel pajama set to eat, but jack’s gaze lowered on your breast. you immediately knew what it meant, and you whined.
“i’ll get you another shirt.”
he headed off right away while you whined. he continued talking from your bedroom as he looked through your drawer to find something new for you. “the hot shower might have stimulated the fluid to leak. is there blood?” he asked with a new pajama shirt in hand.
you stretched out your top’s collar to check the milk leaking out. “nothing bloody, doctor,” you announced before taking the shirt he held. “you know you’ll have to bring some clothes over so you can stay with me when she’s a newborn.”
he nodded, and you simply turned around to change. it’s been a long day; he probably saw many naked women in his life, and you were very close to crashing out over all the discomfort your body was experiencing. once you were completely topless, you felt his gaze piercing through you. even if you focused on the task at hand, it made you feel good in a way to be looked at like this when you felt like a whale.
you looked behind to confirm what you thought. his eyes were on your back.
“why are you staring?” you asked with your new pajama shirt on.
“i can’t look at the woman carrying my baby? harsh, mama,” he teased while fidgeting with his ring.
“you weren’t looking; you were staring. it’s different.”
“you have a nice back,” he finally admitted before placing his hands behind him and straightening his back slightly.
you probably shouldn’t have noticed that, but you saw him assume the same position he just made when he was ordering risky procedures in the er. it was a pose that gave him a certain confidence, maybe.
“shut up, i feel like i’m a whale,” you corrected, showing your swollen hands.
“you’re not; you're beautiful, okay?”
you paused at the compliment. it was known that jack was a flirt. you should’ve joked it off with a quick remark, but you were too stunned to think of one. that’s when you realized that you didn’t need one. he wasn’t trying to make you laugh or even flirt. he just told you because he felt like it.
“can you stay the night?” you blurted out like a teenage girl with a crush.
he answered in a heartbeat. “yes, of course.”
you nodded and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. whatever could help you escape this awful tension building between the two of you was worth it. however, he placed himself beside you with a towel to help you dry.
you gave him a wet glass, and your fingers almost touched. it’s not like you never touched him; you always did. this time just felt different. maybe it had been different for a while, actually, but you truly felt it at this instant.
his touch got you distracted, or perhaps he was the one who was because a plate fell and broke on the floor as you gave it to him.
he didn’t flinch, too used to the constant, sudden movements and noises of the emergency department. he was calm and unfazed.
“we’re down to three plates,” he stated with a small smirk before picking you up like you weighed nothing and dropping you outside of the kitchen. “i’ll pick it up- fuck, are you okay?”
you suddenly started to cry like a baby. he was so perfect and fatherly. it was so dumb to sob over that when so many women had to deal with the opposite.
you mumbled something he couldn’t really understand, so he just hugged you and rocked you gently to calm you down. “okay, shhh… take deep breaths for me.”
you did so, and he accompanied you by breathing slowly. after the third time, the only traces of your outburst were the tears on your cheeks and your clogged nose.
“i’m too emotional,” you joked off, wiping your tears with your hands at the same time.
“be kind to yourself. you’re going through so much. do you know how tough you are? you’re growing a human inside of you,” he noticed you looking down while he praised you, so it fueled him to continue. “you’re doing all of this alone, and i’m pretending to be useful by doing stupid chores and attending appointments. you’re the real superwoman here. i’m so proud of everything you’re doing.”
“don’t make me cry more!”
he chuckled and kissed your forehead. you leaned into his touch with your heavy eyelids closing for a moment too long.
it was no surprise that you went to bed while he cleaned up. he usually slept on the couch when he was at your house, but tonight he wanted to be with you.
he knocked on your door, unsure if you were sleeping. after all, insomnia was a common symptom during pregnancy.
“come in,” you mumbled with your eyes wide open in the dark.
“hey… i just wanted to know if you were fine. how’s your sleep?”
“bad. i can’t sleep at all.”
“do you know santos in the ed? she forced me to listen to sleepmaxxing content when she learned i was a swat physician in my free time.”
“she’s on the night shift?”
he shook his head. “no, you probably haven’t worked with her, but the point is that i know some tricks to make you fall asleep.”
he put on some white noise on your phone, closed the blackout curtains to let no light in, and adjusted the thermostat to a colder setting.
“is there something about not being alone in bed in sleepmaxxing?”
“could be; i didn’t watch all of the videos she sent,” he replied while approaching your bed. “would you like it if i joined?”
“yes.”
he sat on the edge of the bed to remove his prosthetic before getting in and enveloping you in his arms.
you whined and mumbled something about him needing to be closer to you.
“don’t know if you noticed, but there's a baby between us.”
you rolled your eyes, which made him smile, and turned around so he could be closer to your whole backside in a spooning position.
he couldn’t notice the blush rising on your face, and you couldn’t notice his.
labor
you insisted on continuing to work through your third trimester. you felt useless at home anyway.
you got called in the emergency department again. once you came in, jack rushed to you.
“why are you here?” he asked, positioning himself in front of you to block your way.
“i got called in.”
“i called your department, not you. it’s too dangerous for you to come down here when we’re too busy.”
“don’t tell me what to do!”
“i will because one of my nurses got physically assaulted ttoday, and i’m not letting that happen again. especially not to you.”
“i’m already here; can you just give me the case?” you sighed with a hand rubbing your belly.
“it’s john’s case. he’s in trauma 2.”
you walked there, but you felt followed, so you turned around. “jack, i’m a big girl.”
“john probably needs my help; i should assist.”
you walked in and smiled at the other attending. “hi, mama,” shen greeted you when he saw you. “…and dada… you guys joined us when we stabilized him!”
“great, i’ll have to walk the stairs again. call me when he can be admitted in peds.”
jack took your shoulders from behind you to keep you in place. “take the elevator,” he ordered, leaving no room for discussion.
shen put his hands up. “okay! i’m going to leave the couple’s fight.”
“we’re not a couple!” you both yelled at him, projecting your anger onto the poor guy.
some nurses looked in your direction, but you ignored them.
“we’re like siblings,” you corrected, which earned you a disappointed look from jack.
what was he disappointed about?
john looked at your belly before raising his eyes back at you. “totally not incestuous. maybe consider some other labels,” he recommended before heading out of the room.
“oh, we didn’t do it-” you tried to say before he could leave butt got cut off by some contractions.
the two attendings locked eyes with each other as they noticed it.
“fuck, are you in labor?” jack asked while touching your belly.
“no, it’s braxton-hicks contractions. i had that for my whole third trimester.”
“really sounds like something you should’ve told me.”
“oh, did you want to know in detail my constipation issues too, while we’re at it?” you asked in a passive-aggressive tone before that john gave you an office chair for you to sit on.
“yeah, i could’ve helped, actually,” he replied, a little on edge at the attitude you’ve been giving him for days since you shared a bed.
“ok, well, it’s done now. i need to go pee.”
you made your way between the two men and went to the bathroom.
as you sat on the toilet, you had another light contraction before feeling liquid leak out of you.
it wasn’t the moment. you weren’t ready. it was too early for that. you wiped and washed your hands before going to see jack.
he was still in trauma 2, but the patient who was stabilized some minutes ago had doctors all around him.
“what’s happening?” you asked as you walked in.
“8-year-old male, bike vs car, was stable, now hypotensive, tachycardic, worsening abdominal distention, dropping gcs. we started fluids, and blood is coming,” shen explained to you quickly. “he’s in decompensated shock. keep transfusing and call the or. he’ll be clear to go.”
jack looked at nazely, who nodded and called the other department.
you weren’t focused at all because another contraction just hit you. you sat down on the chair john previously gave you. nobody cared; they were all up on the little boy.
“how much is in?” shen asked a nurse.
“first unit just started.”
“good, activate massive transfusion. get plasma and platelets ready,” you ordered, breathing slowly to avoid looking too pained.
no one looked back, way too concentrated on the patient. you looked at the clock on the wall to calculate your contractions. they were becoming way too close, but it wasn’t the moment at all.
lena opened the glass door and announced that the or was open. at this brief loss of focus, jack’s eyes drifted to you.
“fuck…”
john’s eyes widened at the sight. he quickly assigned an intern to stay with the kid upstairs before going in your direction.
“my water broke in the bathroom. my contractions are less than four minutes apart,” you blurted out, stressing the two men even more.
your contraction ended for a small moment, giving you enough attention span to listen to what jack had to say.
“okay, we need to deliver the baby now," dr abbot announced while shen came back with a wheelchair.
“i can’t have the baby now. it’s too early,” you complained as jack pushed your wheelchair to a room.
“active labor, where is she going, lena?” shen yelled to the charge nurse.
“north 5, i’m calling the ob.”
you lay in the bed, and nurses and doctors filled the room while john took charge. “emergency delivery. get me a delivery kit, a warm blanket, and someone to call for neonatal support.”
a nurse quickly undressed you and checked your vagina’s opening. “she’s crowning.”
john gently pushed jack to go to your side and support you. “okay, mama, i’ll deliver your baby.”
“no, not you,” you cried out, too exhausted to care about his feelings. “i want a woman doctor.”
“ellis, you’re up. i’ll be supervising.”
“jack, i need you,” you whined, taking his hand and holding it hard, earning a small groan from him even if he didn’t want to complain.
“okay, mama, the head is showing. when you feel a contraction, you push,” parker instructed, placing your legs in a better position.
john took a look. “control the head and check for cord.”
when you felt the contraction, you gently pushed to avoid any tears from your vagina.
“okay, don’t push too much,” jack cooed, keeping a hand on the top of your hair.
“i know, fucking dumbass!” you screamed while the whole team tried to keep a straight face at their boss getting harshly humbled.
“head’s out, no cord. we’re pushing on to the next contraction.”
you were sobbing between the contractions. “i didn’t want it to happen like that!”
“i know, but you’re doing great,” jack reassured, standing close.
“you’re so useless! you’re just standing there!”
“you’re right…”
“fuck you, i hate you!” you screamed out when another contraction came in.
“and i love you. can you push for me?”
“no, you can’t say that now. you can’t!”
“i’m here for you; squeeze my hand as hard as you can and give me another push.”
you pushed once more, and the baby came out. they dried her and did a quick check. jack gently removed your bra and lifted your shirt for them to place the baby on your skin. nurses covered her in blankets as she started sucking for milk.
“time of birth is 6:12 a.m.," shen stated after looking at his watch.
“you did amazing; i’m so proud of you,” jack whispered while smiling.
postpartum
abbot had never cared for you as much as in this stage. he insisted that you stay in bed while he did all the annoying things you didn’t want to do.
“jack, i can go,” you mumbled when the baby started to cry in the middle of the night.
“i got it; just continue sleeping,” he reassured from the hallway.
you felt so bad. he was sleeping on the couch, changing diapers, and barely getting any sleep.
“okay, but come here after.”
he accepted, and once he was in the nursery, he almost immediately stopped the noises the newborn made. you worked with kids all the time, yet you couldn’t make your own child stop crying like he could.
it sometimes made you jealous to see how quickly he could calm her, as if you knew her less than he did.
jack stopped at the door of your bedroom. he didn’t want to intrude on your space, especially when your relationship was so unclear.
“do you mind sleeping with me? i feel bad that you sleep on the couch.”
“your couch is fine. don’t worry about me; i’m a grown-up. how are you feeling, mama?”
“if i wasn’t feeling well, i would’ve told you before. please, take care of yourself instead and sleep in a proper bed.”
he offered you a lazy and tired smile before sitting on the edge of the bed. he removed his prosthetic and lay down so you could cover him with your warm blanket.
“you should probably use crutches during the night. you’d avoid putting on and removing your fake leg.”
“nah, i’m a new dad, not a grandpa,” he joked, letting go a small chuckle from you.
he turned to you, and that’s when you saw the full exhaustion on him. “sleep tight, okay?”
“yeah, you too…”
──୨୧──
the early morning was visible through the window when you opened your eyes. the baby was crying again. you tried to get up, but you felt two large arms around you. he was spooning you in a tight embrace, as if he were scared to let you go.
“jack…” you muttered to wake him as gently as possible.
“go back to sleep. i want to stay with you,” he whispered with his eyes still closed.
“the baby’s crying…”
“she always is… give it five minutes. i want to sleep more with you,” he admitted, wrapping his arms tighter around your chest.
if you weren’t fully awake before, you were now.
“jack what did you say?” you asked, already getting tired of the sounds your baby makes and sitting up on the bed.
he finally opened his eyelids and rubbed them in a fast motion to talk to you in a decided tone.
“go feed her, but i don’t want us to sleep in this bed as exhausted parents anymore.”
“what?” you asked with your mouth open in shock.
you mentally slapped yourself. did he have to spell it out for you to understand? he couldn’t be more straightforward, yet you had no idea how to answer or even take that.
“i want to go on a date with you or anything that will make us more than friends in your eyes. i know you don’t want it, but just give me a chance. i want to give it a try.”
his eyes were begging you to accept. he really wanted you to agree to this. anything you’d want to take from him to finally upgrade the friend status he’s been stuck with for years. it was all he ever desired before, but now he wanted something more.
he needed his daughter to believe in soulmates and in love. he wanted her to smile when she saw both of her parents at her recitals or be embarrassed when they kissed too long.
you must’ve thought the same because you nodded. “okay, let’s give it a shot… let’s go on a date.”
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boots! that’s my ego boost! | @targaryenluvs
javadi and santos whine about the seemingly never ending pairs of heels you have. is it your fault your boyfriend loves to see your ego boosted?
kissed and made up | @/targaryenluvs
after pissing off your boyfriend in the late hours of night before his shift, you decide to bring him a nice big lunch during said shift. except not one of his coworkers knew you were actually real, let alone oh so gorgeous and sweet!
beyond infatuation | @rizbert
jack abbot is obsessed with you and he’s going to make it everybody else’s problem
menace!jack | masterlist | @yournamesnob
Two idiots in love being absolutely fucking annoying with each other and making it everyone's problem
Visiting Jack at work | @dixonlvr
Secret relationship | @/dixonlvr
3 times The Pitt suspected your relationship with Jack and 1 time you revealed it.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 | @springtyme
The night takes a turn when Jack finds you in the ER hallway with two little girls who look unmistakably like you. He realizes there’s a whole part of your life he never knew about. But maybe, if you let him, he’d really like to understand it.
You better think about your next words carefully, or they will be your last ones | @savemefromanepicoftimewasted
Babies, and older children alike had always gravitated towards you, it’s why you’d chosen pediatrics. Jack had been all for it, wanting you to be happy with your choice and not end up regretting it down the line.
husband jack abbot | @satcrns
…for I am the Lord who heals you | @mercury-retrogay
Tragedy often forces action. After Jack Abbot lost his wife, he tried to raise his kid the best he could, now as a single father. And he got damn lucky with the one he got. So when you're invited to go to Pitt Fest with your friends, he isn't overly worried about you making bad choices. But it was never your choices he should have worried about.
The Pitt’s Baby | @xreader1989
My Girl | @fleurrain
The PITT didn’t expect to ever meet the girl that had changed Abbot’s mood for the better, much less under the conditions you arrived in. After a quick thinking move saves a patient’s life, Abbot can’t withhold the pride he has for you and your work.
boyfriend!jack abbot x reader fluff | @abbottini
Aces | @somethingeh
you know jack isn't looking for anything serious, so what do you do when you find yourself with a very permanent problem?
you are in love | @cowboylikemillie
Walking HR Violations | @neo-nomatrix
The Pitt knows you and Jack Abbot as two of the best emergency medicine doctors they have. They tend to see a different side when the clock hits 7:00 am. A side in which, HR should likely be involved.
a coparenting blurb | @det-loki
Staring Problem | @gemmawritess
You can’t take your eyes off your boyfriend but he can’t take his eyes off of you either
a little bit of sunshine [masterlist] | @mayfieldss
over a series of night shifts you become acquainted with your coworker Jack Abbot. He's a stranger to you more than a coworker, but as work pushes you closer together, tensions rise and what is supposed to be a friendly relationship becomes something more. Slow burn Jack abbot x sunshine!reader fem!reader
worth every penny | @euon111a
the best kind of company
Thirty Minutes to Tell the Truth | @adisillusionedauthor
My hand was the one you reached for (all throughout the great war) | @teamhappyme
nightmares, part two | @bunnywritesfanfic
i bet on losing dogs | @leviathanspain
old habits die hard
jack abbot during cuffing season | @i9chicago
Does Your Mother Know? | @punkgeekcryptid
First day [1], pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5 | @tedmustache
What was supposed to be a simple first day, turns into the kind of dramatic entrance people tend to remember… especially Dr. Jack Abbot.
Jack Abbot x Robinavitch!Reader
Your Move, Abbot | @jrabbott
Jack and reader are in a situationship, but readers ready for a relationship. Jack isnt but Liam Johnson the neonatologist is.
Embarrassed? | @/jrabbott
Reader thinks Abbot's embarrassed of her
PUPPY | @xobiggs
falling for the older guy at work.
The Bet | @alexandritte80
With Mrs. Abbot heavily pregnant, the hospital makes a bet. Who will win?
You Should’ve Asked | @deliciousangelfestival
You keep your personal life private at your new job. Until one day, your son’s innocent answers spark wild office gossip about your “mysterious” husband. Everyone thinks they’ve figured him out.
The Neighborhood Doctor | @/deliciousangelfestival
Dr. Jack Abbott can handle anything in the ER. Gunshot wounds, nonstop chaos, and barely any sleep are all part of his routine. That is his world, and he manages it just fine. What he cannot stand is something as simple as a neighborhood BBQ. But when his wife asks him to go, he shows up anyway. His plan is simple. Say a few unsettling ER stories, make his exit early, and get through the night. The outcome, however, does not go the way he expects.
No Excuses, Part 2 | @/deliciousangelfestival
Dr. Jack Abbott walks into his night shift expecting another case, until he steps into the trauma room and finds the patient isn’t a stranger, but someone from his past.
In Sickness and in Health | @moondustfairies
You didn't want to worry Jack and his overprotective nature, but when you started to feel ill, all you wanted was your husband.
Baby Blues | @/moondustfairies
Jack comes to visit you at work on his day off, bringing with him your little baby girl.
Eulogy | @porchlightfairy
while jack is at work, reader experiences undescribable pain. come to find out she was suffering from an ectopic pregnancy and is rushed into the hospital during shift.
Over It | @saccharinespring
Jack Abbot broke your heart without rhyme or reason. Now you’re just trying to get over it, despite his constant attempts in not letting you.
It Had To Be You | @munsonpetal
you and jack abbot have known each other for five years. over those five years, feelings on both ends began to bloom. will one failed date finally give one of you the courage to admit your feelings?
chain of command | @hearts4hughes
3 + 1 | @/hearts4hughes
three times jack abbot flirted with you without you realizing, and the one time you realized
casual !! | @/hearts4hughes
Burnt Toast | @bitchinbarzal
jack is on school drop off duty.
The Edge | @/bitchinbarzal
jack realises he has little eyes on him now.
my old guy | @/bitchinbarzal
jack can face a lot but your four year old is something that scares him.
Rumors | @girlmeetsworld2005
Love Burns | @lostinmyownwaves
Reader is a firefighter who is married to THE Jack Abbot. You and your team respond to a call that goes side ways. Jack comforts you through it all. Basically just Jack Abbot fluff with a smidge of angst. Also Robby acts like a big brother to you.
Emergency Cinnamon Roll | @/lostinmyownwaves
Reader meets Jack Abbot when her neighbor is in peril and sent to the ER. After he helps them out, reader wants to show her appreciation and bring him a sweet treat.
Staying Overtime | @pellucid-constellations
You and Jack had been dancing around each other for months, playing a game that neither of you would label. But then you took that leap, pushed the boundaries, and Jack had to confront just how much he cared about you. He just wished it hadn’t been like this.
secret baby with jack abbot… | @soulluvrrr
adjustment period | @whatif-ialreadydid
growing pains from your switch to the night shift with your attending come to a head
“Pearls” | @/whatif-ialreadydid
a missing earring sends you down a spiral
meet me at our spot | @/whatif-ialreadydid
after a month of meeting jack after your shifts, you finally resolve to do something about the pesky little crush on your boss
Dad jack | @richeeduvie
Jack struggles to keep his cool as he watches the chubby, perfect baby you’ve given him get her shots…
Jelly Little Baby | @/richeeduvie
Jack attempts to be kiss the love of his life, his obsession, his everything, the mother of his child, you. He attempts this in front of said chubby child. Which…was a big, big mistake.
birthday blues | @/richeeduvie
You can barely handle your excitement to give Jack his birthday cake...until you overhear him complaining about your all too peppy behavior to Robby.
cry into him | @/richeeduvie
A cruel patient has you in tears in the supply closet, and when Jack is the one to find you, the need to comfort is only made up of instinct.
SPRING INTO SUMMER MASTERLIST | @avidplutofan
first loves always come and go as the years of life ebb and flow. but one thing is constant in your life. one person, really, that refuses to leave your life completely. because no matter where you goes, jack abbot is there to remind you that he’s always there to stay.
ᴍʏ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ | @daehosunshine
You’re always teasing Jack about being older, but when the hospital faces a potential cyber attack and you’re the one who don't know how to use a fax machine, the tables turn.
Oblivious to Him | @mabel-777
jack likes his younger resident, but, you are completely oblivious to it, thinking he’s just a nice attending.
Keep It Secret | @/mabel-777
trying to keep a secret relationship around your coworkers.
Nothing More | @/mabel-777
jack thought you were nothing more than a casual relationship, but when he lost you, he realized how badly much he screwed up.
tick tock, biological clock | @mariasont
you’re proactively planning your fertility like a responsible med student. dr. abbot, however, would greatly prefer you planned literally anything else.
summary: jack found put that the resident he likes since years is touched starved.
content: age gap, work relationship, probably medical inaccuracies, soft spot, pet names, praise, fluff, no use of y/n, night shift crew and a little of day shift, guides her, hurt/comfort
warning: description of unintended physical assault, death of patient
word count: 3.6k
author’s note: just a little something i thought of at 3am. i hope you’ll like it <3.
you always thought that your parents loved you. they always provided for your basic needs and gave you access to a great education, allowing you to become a resident doctor.
as the years passed, you continued to agree, but you couldn’t help thinking about some of your friends' parents. the ones that were embarrassing them because they kissed their cheeks in front of a group or hugged them a little too tightly.
your parents loved you in the best way they could, so why would you want other people’s parents instead of the ones you already had? why did you crave parents who would wet your forehead with a goodnight kiss?
being touched was never their thing. they barely touched each other, even if they were in love. it wasn’t a thing they liked, so they didn’t make you receive it.
it was very pathetic to admit, but a lot of people would say that you were clumsy. you “accidentally” bumped into people just to touch them for an instant and feel someone’s skin against your own.
it always goes unnoticed. you tried to remain discreet. there’s no weirder moment than to have to explain that nobody has touched you in years and that you’d beg on your knees for a simple tap on the shoulder.
it’s been a long night, and your shift wasn’t over. you busied yourself with some charting, but lena quickly disturbed your writing to ask you to see a patient.
“hi, sweetheart, i need you to check on a patient in north 25. daniel, 26-year-old male, has severe intellectual disabilities, and he’s on the autistic spectrum. his mother passed away, so his caregiver took him in because he hadn't eaten since her death. a social worker will see him in a bit.”
“okay, i’ll go check on him.”
you went into his room, and he flinched. he was clearly on his guard. you presented yourself in a soft tone and tried to ask him questions, but he didn’t answer any of them, remaining mute.
you saw that the normal method wasn’t working, so you thought about solutions.
“if you don’t want to talk, we can give you a notebook, and you’ll write things down. is that something you’d prefer?”
he nodded and held his arms open before speaking in a low whisper. “hug?”
you accepted instantly, wanting to feed the urge to have someone touching you. he looked like he needed one more than ever.
on the other side, in the common space, the emergency room was a mess. nazely wasn’t paying attention when she dropped a pair of scissors. the sound of the metal against the floor scared him.
he started to squeeze you harder until it hurt. you tried to pull out of the hug, but he held you to soothe himself.
“daniel, you’re hurting me. let me go, please,” you begged, even if he didn’t budge.
“no, no,” he mumbled as he squeezed you harder, making you unable to breathe because of his shoulder against your throat.
you locked eyes with your attending, dr abbot, and he ran to the room while yelling the safe word. jack pulled him away from you, giving time for the security guard to hold him down on the bed with the help of henderson.
“you okay? tell me what happened,” jack urged before placing his hands on your shoulder.
“he needed a hug, but he started squeezing me really hard,” you replied with a hand on your neck to ease the pain his shoulder caused.
“we’ll get you a bed.” he turned to lena, who tried to calm him while he was still being held down. “what room do you got?”
“south 4 should be clean.”
you walked there, feeling observed by your coworkers, and sat on the bed. he closed the drapes to avoid getting any more looks from nosy colleagues while he gave you an examination.
“where does it hurt?”
“my throat.”
“trouble moving?”
he went on to the next issue once you moved your neck to make sure everything was alright.
“trouble breathing?”
“no, i’m fine!” you sighed, tired of the questions.
“you have a bruise on your neck; i have to ask all of that,” he insisted, pointing at the part of your body.
“probably, but it’s fine. he just wanted a hug,” you informed, being very careful not to replace the pronoun "he" with "i".
“i know, but i want to make sure that you’re okay. can i touch your neck?”
“yes…”
he looked for anything unusual, like swelling or tenderness, but he didn’t find anything. your pulse was a little high, but it was normal after an event like this.
“you look all fine. go relax in the break room for twenty minutes, and you’re good to go if everything feels normal.”
you nodded and got up, but he added something.
“i’m know you’re aware, but you shouldn’t be touchy with patients.”
“i’m not usually. he just went through a lot, and i wanted to.”
“you wanted to be hugged?” he wondered without an ounce of judgment in his voice.
“kinda…” you admitted, feeling your face get red.
he looked you up and down to understand your demeanor before continuing. “you shouldn’t do that with patients. i’m here if you want a hug. is that better?”
you hesitated for a moment at the proposition before slowly nodding. it felt strange. after all those years of having friends telling you how weird it was, you had someone proposing it on their own.
he didn’t want to push something like that, so he left the idea hanging. he’d be patient for you and wait for your timing and not his.
you made a coffee during your break and went to see other patients once shen cleared you. you felt a little nervous to go treat another person after the accident, so you waited a little longer in front of the board.
“do you want someone to come with you?” abbot offered with his hands behind his back.
“yeah, why not?”
he shadowed you while you made the examination. it was a drunk girl with severe dehydration. a simple and regular case, especially for the night shift.
this case helped you distract your mind from the physical altercation to finish your night normally.
you ended your night at the same time that your attending did. it was a rare sight. jack had difficulty leaving when it was time. robby even joked that he doubted he even had a house, which earned him a serious look from whitaker that nobody understood.
“leaving at nine?” you remarked, putting on a jacket to go outside as you spoke.
“yeah, i wanted to check on you,” he said, putting a hand around your shoulder to guide you through the exit.
you sighed after thinking about your shift. other than the harm daniel accidentally gave you, it was also long and intense.
“honestly, it was exhausting…”
“you can always text me if you need it. do you still have my number?”
“i do, yes.”
“c’mere…” he whispered in a low tone, pulling you into a hug.
you froze for an instant, but as you hugged him back, you noticed how different it was. as he was wrapping himself around you, you could feel his warm body heat and smell the perfume he used. he was just soft and gentle.
he let you go as slowly as he let you in. you didn’t have a scratch or a tear.
he didn’t know how to ask you when was the last time you were touched. it was a very inappropriate question to ask anyone, especially his resident. however, he couldn’t help but notice you trying to get an ounce of contact from everyone. it was more than regular clumsiness, like everyone thought, and the hug you gave him drove the point home for him. it was too hesitant.
──୨୧──
the next day was more relaxing. the emergency department was almost empty, which was weird, but nobody dared to comment on it.
you just discharged a patient, so you wrote on their chart about your treatment plan.
shen came in with multiple iced coffees he ordered to the hospital. two were for himself, and the rest were for some of the staff. you approached him and took one with a big grin on your face.
“thanks, you’re the best,” you complimented before drinking the first sip.
he just smiled as other nurses and doctors picked theirs. you went back to your seat, but abbot blocked your way.
“sorry, you’re getting a coffee?” you wondered.
“no, i like my coffee black.”
“you have no taste,” you teased.
“keep insulting me, but i wanted to check on your neck.”
“oh, it’s fine,” you brushed off before sitting down.
“if it’s fine, i can check,” he argued before touching your neck once more.
you tried not to react, not to lean into him. you hoped he couldn’t feel your heartbeat go quicker by the second.
he knew you liked every minute of it, and he had no intention of stopping. he liked to touch you and see you melt.
“can you go check on a patient in north 5? i need a doctor on it.”
“do i have to?”
“doctor’s order,” he persisted before giving you a playful wink.
you dragged your feet there and opened the door of the room to discover a dead man in a hospital robe. the machine monitoring his heart was continually beeping, indicating that nobody tried to reanimate him yet.
you yelled for help, and nurses and doctors rushed in while you started to do compressions. it was all your fault; you should’ve walked quicker to his room.
mateo covered his mouth with a breathing mask to give him oxygen.
another nurse that you haven’t identified yet got the defibrillator ready by putting pads on his chest.
dr abbot started to give you instructions on how to do the compressions better. “push harder, kid. two centimeters in the chest.”
you pushed your whole body weight on him, making a cracking noise. you felt the sweat accumulate on your skin.
“check the rhythm, and you’re getting replaced,” he commanded, pulling your body away from the patient and closer to him by putting his hands on your arms.
“i’m fine,” you argued, even if you were out of breath.
he completely ignored you, pulling you against him a little more to let crus pass by to let him do the work.
“vfib, let’s shock,” he ordered, his hands still on you.
you should probably move away. it wasn’t okay to touch your boss for this long. you should move. but he wasn’t making any effort to make you move, so what was the point of trying?
the shock gave no result, so henderson resumed his compressions. after two minutes, it was time to check the heart’s rhythm again. jack asked you to give him medication when he saw that his heart wasn’t going back to normal.
“give him 0.3 mg of epinephrine.”
you waited for the adrenaline you injected to kick in, even if it never did. most of the team lost hope, but you just went back to compressions after that henderson had enough.
“time of death-” your attending started before you interrupted him.
“no, we just gave him another round of epi!”
“it’s useless to wait. time of death: 3:42.”
everyone took a moment of silence around the body and jack asked for the things we could’ve improved.
you stayed silent, although everyone was expecting you to say something. there was a gulp in your throat that you couldn’t remove, despite the fact that you tried to swallow your saliva multiple times to get it away.
“okay… go back to your patients, and i need a nurse to prepare him for the viewing room. we’ll try to contact whoever we can. good job, everybody; we’re doing the best we can!”
you headed to the bathroom to cry a bit before going back. not crying when patients could see you was drilled into your head since med school. you needed to look stable and sane for them.
right as you pushed the door, you felt your attending’s hands around one of your shoulders.
“it wasn’t your fault,” abbot reassured, to be sure that it was understood.
the tears built up in your eyes. you looked down to hide it from him, but it was useless. he saw it immediately and took a step in your direction to be closer.
you wanted to hug him, but you already did yesterday. it would be too much.
he passed his hand through your hair, and you clearly leaned into the touch. it was the first time that you couldn’t care enough to hide how much you needed someone’s hands on you.
“take a break if you need one. you’re a good resident, kid. do you know that? you did nothing wrong.”
“i’m just exhausted… i got hurt by a patient, and now one has died!” you whined while tears ran down your face, and he wiped them with his thumb before resting his hands on your shoulders.
“and none of it was your mistake. go in the break room, and you’ll do patients in south for the rest of the night; it’ll be easier on you.”
“i can-”
“i know you can, but i’m not allowing you to.”
he took a deep breath and hugged you. he continued to slowly pet your hair as your face was in his chest.
you felt better and calmly pulled away to go to your computer, but he took you by the waist to direct you in the break room instead.
you took low-risk patients for the rest of your night until the people from the day shift came in.
you tried to focus on your case, even with the added people in the department. it made you nervous that more people would know how a patient died under your care. you started fidgeting with the case of the tablet you used for work.
robby got updated by abbot on some of the night shift events when you bumped into them. the tablet fell on the floor and broke.
you wasted no time to bend down and pick it up. “fuck, i’m sorry!” you apologized with the broken object in your hands.
“and that’s why the case stays on,” the day shift attending reminded you.
“it’s fine; we’ll get it fixed,” abbot comforted, taking the tablet from your hands, touching your fingers in the movement.
“is the hospital going to pay for it?”
“i’ll pay for it,” he brushed off, looking at the damage on the screen.
robby and you looked at him surprised. there was no screen protector; the reparations were going to be quite pricey.
jack’s eyes met yours. “do you have anything to ask me?”
“no, my patient is going upstairs; i’ll chart and go home.”
robby looked at his watch before assigning you a new task. “your shift isn’t over yet and we have a translator and patient in-”
“it will be covered by nazely, go chart,” abbot interrupted with a smile.
you didn’t hesitate a second before leaving. you didn’t want tot be given more work in the morning.
“you’re too strict with your residents, brother. i’m not like that,” jack said, looking at you as you walked away.
“she needs to work until the end of her shift, man. residents need to be ready for everything.”
“she’s a good resident,” he admitted, putting his hands behind his back to continue updating him.
“ohhh,” micheal chuckled after coming to the realization.
“it’s nothing like that,” jack argued in a lower tone than he should’ve.
“and you coincidentally stopped wearing your wedding ring?”
jack passed by med students to get this conversation finished. he definitely needed no help with his feelings for you, especially not from robby.
shen was the next one blocking him. “hey, i’ll probably take a day off sunday.”
“we’re too understaffed sunday.”
“i’ll ask someone to switch their shifts with me.”
“a resident,” he ordered, hoping it will be you that he’ll go to.
it was stupid. he realized it after giving the order. he shouldn’t act like this with a resident. it wasn’t appropriate. the only time he felt like that about someone, he married her. since then, he could only feel this chemistry with you.
──୨୧──
it was well into the morning when you received a text from shen. he asked you to cover for him on sunday. the poor guy was almost begging you. he made plans with a girl, and he canceled too many times to do it once again.
you never worked on sundays, but there you were: in the hospital. you noticed that jack was there. did he ever take a break?
you looked up to check the board when he approached you with a coffee in hand. once he was close enough, he touched your lower back before giving you the cup.
his shoulders softened as he started to speak. “missed you working on sundays.”
“i haven’t worked on sundays since i was a med student.”
“this long?”
you nodded and he accompanied you to a patient who just arrived in trauma 1. a paramedic updated you on the situation as you gloved up.
“23-year-old male, gunshot wound to the abdomen, single entry wound, no exit. hypotensive en route, bp of 80 systolic, tachy at 140, started two large-bore ivs and gave a liter of crystalloids.”
“start with a primary survey, kid,” abbot guided, trusting your instinct.
you checked everything quickly. “he’s hypotensive and tachycardic. skin is cool, clammy. probably hypovolemic shock from the hemorrhage.”
“it’s probably a hemorrhagic shock. massive transfusion protocol.”
“i need o neg blood, plasma and platelets. keep the pressure on the wound,” you ordered the nurses while some others were cutting off his clothes.
“no other injuries, focus on this one. tell me what do you see?” he asked, being so close to you that you felt his whole side against yours.
“maybe…”
“no maybes, you take the ultrasound probe and give me a fast exam,” he bossed, giving you what you needed immediately.
you looked around to find out what was going on inside him.
“free fluids in the abdomen, likely blood. he needs to go in the or, no ct.”
“he’s tiring, blood pressure 72. we don’t have time.”
“okay, rapid sequence intubation. i’m giving him etomidate and succinylcholine.”
“atta girl, secure it, now,” he praised before turning to a nurse. “call or and tell them he’s crashing.”
“where’s the mtp?!” someone asked before that a nurse rushed in to give him.
at the same moment, the trauma surgery team arrived to take him to the or. jack gave garcia a quick rundown of everything, and they hurried upstairs.
you removed your gloves and he followed you to do the same.
“garcia is working doubles now? ” you asked, thinking that he’d know more than you.
“apparently,” he observed as the doors of the elevator closed. he turned to look at you with a smile. “do you drink?”
you furrowed your brows at the random question. “i’m not a big drinker, no.”
“okay, you did great out there. he’d be dead without you,” he praised once more, tapping one of your shoulders a few times before leaving.
you noticed that your forearm had some blood on it despite your gloving technique, so you headed to the bathroom to wash it off.
coming out of a toilet, dr ellis was there, opening the robinet. “replacing shen, huh?”
“yes… hey, do you know why abbot asked me if i liked to drink?”
“damn girl, got a date with the boss?” she smirked.
“no, no, i don’t think it was like that, was it?”
she stayed silent and put her hands up in surrender before drying them and leaving. you followed her in the er and sat at your desk before drinking the coffee jack got you.
“and who gave you that?” parker asked, trying to mask the huge grin she had.
“abbot… fuck, is he into me?”
“100%, girl,” she concluded while resuming her charting.
you got up and walked to jack. he was approving something from an intern, but he quickly turned to you with his hand ready to take whichever tablet you’d give him.
“sorry, it’s not for that; i’m charting for the patient with gunshot wounds.”
“i’ll do it. south 12 got a nasty bruise.”
“can i do north?”
“no, and you’re not working tomorrow. shen will cover for you. you still need a day off.”
“and what about you?”
“i’ll take a day off if you do,” he compromised to look less strict.
you agreed and went in south, totally forgetting what you wanted to say to him in the first place.
──୨୧──
it was the end of your night, and you stayed a little longer to finish at the same time he did. parker convinced you that he probably wanted to go out with you, but she warned that you shouldn’t rush it.
you waited for him to be able to see you when you went to your locker. he took the opportunity and joined you.
“hey,” he greeted with a hand originally on your shoulder, but he slid it down to your lower back.
“hey, shift ending for today?”
“yeah, worked plenty for tonight,” he confirmed while taking his belongings.
“do you like pastas?”
“i do, you?”
“i love pasta.”
“do you like it enough to go on a date with me, then?” he asked, feeling his skin get red at the bold proposition.
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summary: trying to keep a secret relationship around your coworkers.
content: established relationship, fluff, comfort, nosy coworkers, age gap, power imbalance, work relationship, stressed reader, no use of y/n, pet names
word count: 2.3k
author’s note: i know it’s not my best work, but i’m really busy right now, so i didn’t have much time. i still hope you’ll enjoy it <3.
you met jack six months ago at a bar. you both liked each other a little too much and started dating pretty quickly.
at first, he had some restraints because of how young you were, but you convinced him to give you a chance. you were grown-ups anyway.
things got a little more complicated when you started working at the ptmc. it wasn’t a decision you wanted to make because of the power imbalance your relationship could cause. however, it was the closest one to your house, and it’s not like there were many teaching hospitals in your area.
your boyfriend talked with robby after he came for dinner at his place. you agreed to be on the day shift and keep your mouth shut. people wouldn’t see you with him, so thinking that you were a couple could never happen, right?
since you started working, jack had more difficulty than you did to keep it a secret. when you showed him a day shift patient, and he touched your hand, you knew that the lingering touch was reserved for you, or when he praised you a little too much after a risky procedure, you looked around to see if anyone else was wondering anything.
it was the end of your day, and robby asked to talk to you privately. you followed him into an isolated hallway as you were nervously fidgeting with your hands. he crossed his arms to prepare for what he was going to say.
“you were the last choice, i promise you… but you’ll have to go on the night shift. they’re really understaffed, and they have a doctor going on maternity leave.”
“you’re sure that you can’t put anyone else?”
“sorry, kid, you’re the new one, and nobody wants to leave,” he apologized before spotting whitaker and ending the conversation there.
you went home, and robby texted you that you’ll have some days off to have an easier transition into working nights.
when jack came to your place after work, you complained to him about micheal. “he can’t do that! especially when he knows what i could risk!”
“it would’ve been even more suspicious if you weren’t the one he transferred.” he said, placing his hand on your cheek to make you look at him. “listen, we’ll be discreet, and no one will know a thing.”
“i’m stressed about it,” you admitted before casually placing your forearms on your shoulders.
“i know, kid, but i got you.”
you let a silence enter the discussion, so he passed his fingers through your hair and peppered your forehead with kisses to distract your thoughts.
──୨୧──
the first day of the night shift was hard on you. you were so tired all the time because of how challenging the transition was. jack already warned you to bring coffee, but you didn’t think you’d need it so much. you took naps through the day to prepare, and you thought it would be enough.
even worse, you barely knew anybody. jack was the only one working nights, but it was out of the question to stick with him too much or even a little.
“dr abbot, can i present the case?” you asked, making sure to always call him by his last name at work.
he looked around to check if someone was close enough to notice what he was going to say. he saw that no one was there but still talked in a low tone. “can you present to shen?”
“i don’t know him.”
“you’re not supposed to know me either, baby,” he cooed as you felt the stare of lena from across the room.
you immediately parted ways and tried to find shen, even if you were a little unsure of how he was.
you spotted him while he was talking with a nurse. “dr shen, can i present a case?”
he nodded and placed himself slightly behind you to read your tablet while you presented.
“mr nguyen, 67-year-old man, presenting with intense dizziness.” you stopped to yawn, and he smiled.
“i was going to order another coffee. do you want me to order you one too?”
you fervently nodded, desperate to stay awake. then, you finished your presentation, and he agreed with your treatment plan.
you directly went to charting after treating your patient. as you typed, you saw from the corner of your eye that your lover sat down next to you, pretending to do paperwork.
“john will order you coffee? got close quickly.”
“are you jealous?” you teased with a smile forming on your face.
“a little, i know you’ve got a thing for attendings,” he joked, holding back a wink.
you chuckled before adding something unrelated, “i could’ve never guessed it was this hard to work nights.”
“you’ll get used to it. you should come to my house later; i can cook you dinner.”
“not breakfast?”
“or breakfast if you want; you choose," he concluded before getting up.
you followed him with your eyes and a small smile to see that ellis was watching you two. you instantly got rid of your smile and replaced it with a focused expression to whatever was on your screen.
──୨୧──
your shift was ending soon, and you were so tired. the coffee shen gave you was basically milk and sugar. it couldn’t keep anyone awake.
the break room was empty, so you joined abbot who was drinking a glass of water in a cute cup covered with little drawings of dogs.
you gave him a side hug. he knew you really needed support right now, so he turned to give you a real one.
as you pulled away, henderson came by. you tried to play it off by acting as if nothing happened, but you were blushing like teenagers. he took the snack he stored in the fridge before leaving with a polite smile aimed at the two of you.
“everyone knows,” you declared in a serious tone.
“maybe that crus has some doubts, but it stops there,” he tried to reassure you. avoid touching you so as not to cause another situation like the one that just happened.
you took a deep breath and walked to his car with him. as you left, you saw dana smoking. she obviously saw you get in his vehicle.
“do you wanna bet we’ll be on the betting board of ahmad?” you asked before playing with your necklace to calm your stress.
“we won’t,” he corrected in his strict tone, taking your hand off of your necklace and tangling it with his. “i won’t let anything happen to your job, baby.”
once you arrived to his place, you showered together, and he made dinner. you were already falling asleep in bed when he came with dinner.
“and i’m the old one always sleeping,” he joked, giving you your plate.
“i’ve never been so exhausted in my life!”
“first week is the hardest. you’ll feel better soon,” he whispered before holding you in his arms.
for your next shift, he parked far from the entrance to avoid getting noticed by anyone. he wanted to reduce your nervousness, knowing that you were already being brave to switch coworkers like you did.
through your day, you didn’t have time to be around jack because of the intense load of patients. on the instances where it could’ve happened, you made sure to go see shen. he was very kind to you, so you didn’t feel as scared as on your first day.
other than him, you got to know your coworkers more, especially nazely. she was very empathetic, and you were as lost as her with the new shift and their dynamics.
“patient in south 14 is getting discharged,” she proudly announced while you were still charting.
“good for you!”
she sat down next to you and spoke in a lower tone. “just so you know, there’s a rumor you’re in a secret relationship with an attending.”
“which one?” you asked, feeling your face heat up.
she pointed at your boyfriend, who was chatting with shen, with her finger before resuming the conversation. “is it true? are you dating him?”
you didn’t have the heart to lie in her face. she was really kind to you…
“don’t tell anyone,” you half-admitted in the same low tone she used.
“everyone knows;maybe take your distance a little until you’re an attending?”
“it will take at least 4 years!”
you got interrupted by a patient arriving by ambulance. shen called you to assist with the case, which caused a look from nazely.
you tried to focus on the patient and his care, but your mind kept wandering to the point that your superior had to call you out once you left the trauma bay.
“what’s up with you?”
“rough day,” you lied, even if it wasn’t fully fake. you technically had a rough day; it just wasn’t the reason for your poor performance in trauma 2.
shen saw through you in seconds. “listen, if it’s about the rumor…”
“great, everyone heard about it.”
“don’t worry about it; it will go away. anyway, it’s not like you were dating your boss,” he confidently threw out before leaving.
if only he knew…
──୨୧──
you were lying in bed with jack. he was tracing circles on your back with his finger. you could tell he’d fall asleep at any moment now.
you, on the other hand, were worried. the rumors of you dating an attending didn’t stop, as you were told you they would. you even made it on the betting board.
a pastel yellow post-it had “$20; intern and attending dating in secret”. they kept it vague to have a chance to win, even if it potentially wasn’t the case for you.
“can dr kim come back from maternity leave?”
“not for a while, i’m sorry,” he mumbled, slowly closing his eyes.
he was in no state to have a productive conversation, so you left it there and fell asleep.
the sound of your alarm this evening was brutal. you got up and went to work as usual, but you felt exhausted.
work matched your pace and was pretty slow for an emergency department. the weather was getting chilly, and people stayed home today.
you looked at the tv to see which patient needed your help when dr walsh came with a wallet. “i’m about to bet. how much do you like attendings?”
“not funny,” you commented with a smile growing on your face.
“come on, tell me if you’re with him. i need money right now!”
you kept quiet and headed to a new patient. as you opened the drapes to access the room, you saw jack with him.
“you’re the treating doctor?” you inquired, clearly confused.
“forgot to log it in.” he got up from his chair and turned to the patient. “we’ll come back soon.”
you followed him out; you now had to pick another person to treat. you looked at the screen and he came next to you.
“i got distracted; had a 9-year-old, dead.”
“oh, you’re the one who had her? i’m sorry, hon- doctor.”
he sighed and looked around to detach himself from the tragic event. “i’ll get over it. we have to,” he reminded while crossing his arms to look tough.
you saw nazely looking glancing in your direction. you looked a little too close with jack, but how could you not when he needed comfort? it was inhumane to let him go through it alone.
“i’ll go see a patient, but i’ll take care of you once we get home, okay?” you insisted before he gave you a smile.
he loved the way you cared for others. you were basically the perfect doctor in his eyes, and nothing could change that.
your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw gloria in front of you.
“i need to talk to you,” she demanded, blocking your way.
you placed your hair behind your ears to comfort you in your stress. “yes, what’s going on?”
“there’s rumors that you’re dating an attending.”
“i’m not,” you answered a little too quickly not to look like you were lying.
she rolled her eyes at the realization that you were. “who is it? john?”
“jack…”
“jack abbot?! how old are you?” realizing that it may look a little too judgmental, she continued. “listen, i don’t want to hear about it again, you deny everything. you’ll be on the day shift once dr kim comes back. we’re too understaffed, so don’t mess it up.”
you quickly nodded in agreement to whatever she was proposing. it was a miracle that you didn’t get fired or even punished for that.
admitting it to someone was freeing in a way. you could live a normal life as long as people kept quiet.
you walked into the emergency department to find jack leaving the room of a patient. he saw your relieved expression and gloria leaving. it made him understand right away.
“i would’ve told gloria ages ago if it could’ve calmed you down,” he joked with a tablet in his hands.
“we still have to keep it a secret,” you corrected to make sure he wasn’t getting too comfortable.
“only for four years,” he began, making you turn to face him. “after, we do all you want.”
“all i want?” you smiled as he got closer to you, thinking about all of the possibilities.
dr ellis walked by and saw you two. a grin spread across her face. “you’re dating the old one? i thought it would be shen at least!”
“excuse me?” jack asked, falsely offended by the age jokes.
“the rumors were about shen and her, that’s why,” she explained, putting her hands up in defense. “but 20 bucks is 20 bucks.”
“you keep your mouth shut, don’t tell anyone!” you ordered in a last effort to keep your career.
“oh come on, if monica didn’t say anything, you would’ve been fine! no one’s going to rat you out,” she reassured before pulling her wallet out of her pocket.
“go take your money, parker,” jack offered to make her leave you two alone.
you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding and smiled as he pulled you into a hug. you could hear your coworkers behind you agitating about the information that ellis just told them as she collected the money.
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dennis felt blessed by the heavens when a beautiful girl his age popped up at the place he spent most of his time at— work. bad side? you worked nights. even worse side? you seemed too infatuated with your attending to notice his own lingering eyes. or were you?
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you try not to jump to conclusions regarding dennis’s friendship with one of his co-workers, but as more details regarding their relationship come to light, you can’t help entertaining the green-eyed monster inside of you.
Downtime | @starrrlite
You bother your boyfriend after his nap.
just my type | @luvr-bunnyy
scrub off well | @imagines-all-day-everyday
dr whitaker thinks he has a pretty good handle on his crush on you, until he sees you out of your scrubs for the first time.
pregnant!wife headcanons | @pinkmartinigirrrrrl
am I your girl? | @orchidocs
a small collection of texts between you and your boyfriend/coworker dennis
Crushing | @latenightreadingpdf
Dennis is crushing on another med student. Will a girls night in finally give him the courage to tell her how he feels?
Park!reader | @u-get-to-c-the-medical-stuff
Imagine if... Dr. Park had an adopted kid/daughter exactly like him but a little bit softer.
Under the Apple Trees | @rabidabbot
Dennis Whitaker makes a decision that changes the course of your lives. Will he be able to fix the heartbreak he's caused? Or will misunderstandings cost him his chance with you? Can you forgive him for all he's done? Does the title "childhood best friend" and "first love" still mean something to you?
Livin’ Loose | @porchlightfairy
you come in from getting in a motorcycle accident and whitaker gets a little worried. some of the staff (santos) can't wrap their head around the two of you dating.
Mr. Dr. Whitaker | @wings-of-paradis
It’s Career Week at the school you teach at, and you decide that the best way to end the week would be to bring in a real-life doctor to class! However, Dennis underestimates the curiosity of kindergarteners
Gimme Some Love | @i-love-ptv
You and dennis woke up late this morning, but you miraculously now have a few minutes to kill before your shift. What could possibly happen in 10 minutes?
for the record | @caffeinefiles
your five year old sister needs stitches and thinks you’re in love with your coworker. she might not be wrong.
summary: jack likes his younger resident, but, you are completely oblivious to it, thinking he’s just a nice attending.
content: age gap, work relationship, probably medical inaccuracies, soft spot, pet names, praises, no use of y/n
word count: 2.4k
author’s note: it’s my first time writing, so don’t hesitate to share your thoughts!
you were cold; you had a jacket. you were tired; you had a coffee. you struggled with a patient; you had a nurse or a doctor to help you.
jack abbot had your back on everything. you’ve been working with him for years, and he never stopped caring for you.
“want some help with your patient?” dr abbot asked as you went to see him.
“no, it’s a simple 2 cm superficial laceration to the left palm from a kitchen knife,” you were letting abbot look at you as he waited for more of a description than this simple presentation. “sorry… i’m tired…”
“i’ll grab you a coffee. now, tell me what you can.”
you took a deep breath before restarting. “19-year-old male, no past medical history, presenting a 2 cm superficial laceration to the palmar aspect of the left hand, sustained while cutting vegetables. No tendon involvement, nerves and blood vessels intact, bleeding controlled, and last tdap unknown.”
“atta girl, now what’s your plan?”
“i’ll irrigate and throw in a few 4-0 nylon simple interrupted sutures and make sure he gets his tetanus shot updated.”
“good job,” he finished before going to a patient.
you never understood what it was with him. did he think you were incompetent and that he needed to check everything you did? you were always jealous of ellis and shen. they were the ones you were the closest to, and they barely presented anything to abbot.
after the patient was treated, you went to charting with a coffee at your place.
“crazy how caring he is, huh?” lena started with a knowing smile while she looked at the coffee abbot put on your desk.
some time later, your shift ended, and you just wanted to go home. you took your things from your locker when you saw his salt and pepper hair.
“want a ride?”
“yes, please,” you immediately accepted..
you didn’t even have time to walk to the exit door that abbot stopped you both on your track.
“hey robby, i’m here, man,” jack informed robby who was going up the stairs for whatever reason.
“oh, didn’t know you worked with her today,” he smirked to abbot as he turned to you. “hey, nice shift?”
“not too bad…” you mumbled, remembering the bus schedule and how much you wanted to go home. “i’ll go, the bus is-”
“no, no, no, we’re going. bye, robby!” abbot said grabbing your arm as if you were a porcelain doll he was scared to break.
the car ride was always the same. you talked about everything, and you sometimes fell asleep and got woken up by him when he arrived at your place.
at first, you thought it was maybe inappropriate to be in the same car as your boss. however, you saw how caring he is. he would do the same for anyone, really.
anyway, why would he even want to date you? you’re spending your nights working twelve hour shifts. your hair is messed up most of the time, you barely have makeup on and your scrub is clearly not the cutest outfit.
when you were a teenager, you really wanted to date someone. you didn’t want to fall behind on anything including the boyfriend experience. you desperately tried to get any guy who wanted you. it only led to heartbreaks and rejection. nobody wanted you so it wasn’t a surprise when you completely stopped dating in your 20s. any attention from guys was suddenly seen as friendliness unless they were bold enough to make you face their undeniable love. even then, you politely rejected them. never wanting to get hurt again.
you have everything going on for you right now: a nice career, apartment, and family. whenever you had that itch for somebody to hold you, you just went to bed. it was better to push it aside than to go back to the hell teenage boys made you go through.
“kid? you listening?” abbot said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“sorry…”
“it’s fine, just go to bed, alright? you did a good job out there,” he smiled as he parked the car close to your apartment.
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“hi honey, how are you feeling today? had a good sleep and good dreams?” dana welcomes you as you come in the er.
even if you briefly talked to her, you weren’t focused. your period just started and it was a bit more painful than usual. the constant stress and pressure from the er messed your cycle for good.
once you were ready to work, you joined abbot and javadi. she was presenting a case from her day shift to him.
“there’s an adult male in 12 with something stuck in his throat. it’s probably esophageal food impaction. i’m going home, but you can do a NPO and GI consult for a possible endoscopy.”
you knew abbot was going to ask for way more details than that. to your surprise, he just let her go with a smile. you remembered the last shift when he waited for you to give a detailed presentation even when you were tired. she didn’t talk about vitals, about age or anything else. all of the informations he was bothering you about.
with a scoff, you walked away.
maybe it was your period that made you this petty. you’d like to think so because you avoided him for the whole shift.
“kid, you didn’t give me a presentation in hours,” abbot complained as he walked in your direction.
“huh… yeah, i presented to shen, couldn’t find you,” you lied and went to a patient. unfortunately, he came along.
as you treated this older lady, abbot was watching. the patient kept talking about her husband.
“he was always staring at me when we worked. at first, i thought it was because i was a darn good secretary. it’s only later that i realized that he liked me.” she chuckled, remembering the good memory while abbot stared at you.
“wow, that’s romantic mrs. wilson! how did he ask you out?” abbot asked as you did all of the work.
you were pissed off. you were monitored all of the time and he couldn’t even trust you to do a simple job.
once she was discharged, you went to the bathroom only to have abbot following you on your way there.
“kid, you can’t ignore me forever! did i do something wrong?”
“javadi gave a terrible presentation and you let it slide but when it comes to me i have to redo it?!” you were aware of how petty and stupid it sounded.
“she’s not mine to take care of, you are. she’s under robby… you okay?”
“yes! i just need you to stop monitoring me for two seconds!” you exploded before leaving.
for the rest of the shift, you completely avoided him.
when you were at your locker and he would usually ask you if you wanted a ride, you were alone.
you found him at his desk while he was charting.
“you should go home, doc…”
“yes, probably, did you come for me to drive you home?” you slightly nodded, and he added: “what you said earlier is true, i don’t treat you like everyone else, and i monitor you more. it’s not professional of me in any way and i’ll pay attention to that.”
“it’s fine, i was just irritated…”
“i just think you’re extremely talented, and i don’t want you to make a mistake that will make you think otherwise.”
“oh… well, thanks…”
he quickly got up and took his things. he spoke again in a more relaxed tone. “let’s go to the car, what was that song you wanted to make me listen to already?”
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as you got to your apartment, firefighters were all around the building.
“fuck, no!” you yelled. it has been fourteen hours since you slept. you couldn’t need it more.
“what’s happening?”
you both got out of the car and walked to the building. you saw one of your neighbor and asked her what was going on.
“there was a fire… the whole place is burned down!”
you felt the tears building up in your eyes. the only thing you wanted was to go home. now, you had no place to call home.
“can’t you go at your boyfriends?” your neighbor asked.
you furrowed your brows in misunderstanding before realizing that she was talking about your attending. he was standing behind you.
“no, he’s my boss.”
“whatever suits your boat, i just think you need a safe place to go for today. you’ll figure it out later, okay?” she comforted you with a reassuring smile.
her brother was waiting for her to get in the car. she’ll probably sleep go there for the day.
you nodded and gave her a smile in return before turning to abbot. you wanted to know if you could crash on his couch for today at least.
“can i-”
“yes.”
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his apartment was definitely on the pricier side. it looked nice but the dust on most furniture showed how little it was lived in. you didn’t judge though. your apartment is the same.
“you okay, kid?” he gently whispered as you shook your head with tears in your eyes. “come here…”
he grabbed you into the best hug you’ve ever had. your head was in his chest and his big arms were wrapped around you.
“i’ll get you something to change in. you can take a nice shower,”
he quickly went to his room and he took a shirt and sweatpants.
“the bathroom is on your left,” he showed with his pointer finger before giving you the clothes.
you thanked him and took a long and hot shower. you tried to ignore the bad. it was quite difficult to be honest but you managed to focus on how inappropriate it is to spend the night at your attending’s house.
he had a body wash. it was embarrassing, but you loved the scent. everything that smelled like him was a comforting smell.
you came out with his t-shirt and your panties.
“the sweatpants were too big…”
he nodded and went to the shower to clean himself.
you didn’t know what to do while he was gone. you sat down and scrolled on your phone, but it bore you pretty quick. then, you knocked on the bathroom’s door before talking.
“should i order something?”
“yeah, good idea, kid,”
once he finished his shower and you waited for the chinese food to arrive, you watched a tv show you talked to him about.
“thank you, abbot. i don’t know what i would’ve done without you.”
“jack, not abbot. just jack”
you both looked at each other for what felt like a second too long. your eyes were closing themselves.
you woke up panicked at 8p.m. only to realize it was your day off. it was apparently also his because he also fell asleep on the couch like you.
you weren’t touching, but gosh, it felt so intimate. the leftovers of chinese food were on the coffee table and a blanket was over the two of you. his prosthetic leg was laying on the floor.
you randomly had that itch to get hold and touched by someone. this time was worse than usual. more specific even. it needed to be a certain person.
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“kid, we need you in t1!” jack’s voice yelled across the er as you ran to the room.
“what do we have?”
“25-years-old, male, high-speed rollover mvc. he was found unrestrained, ejected from 20 feet, gcs 9, bp 82 over palp, hr 138. diminished breath sounds left.”
you treated the patient the best you could. it was long and difficult, but you stabilized him. it was nice to finally quit the room to go charting when he was stabilized.
“amazing work, i’ll get you coffee and a snack, you take a break” jack ordered with his hand on your back to gently guide you to your desk.
you smiled to dr ellis as she came your way to compliment your skills.
“you were good back there”
“thanks!”
“don’t think we didn’t hear you call abbot by his first name though,” she smirked before giving you a wink and leaving.
you put your hand on your forehead before having your coffee and snack given by jack.
“are you alright?”
“mhm, just tired…”
“don’t think about it, you have all of the essentials at my place and you’ll find a place to move into soon,”
you nodded at the memories of jack and you visiting your burnt apartment. you had some stuff that you could keep, and you brought them all to his place.
“yeah… you’re right…”
“i’ll cook some pasta for dinner, does that sound good?”
“yes, and we need to pass by the drugstore.”
over the past few weeks, you were basically living at jack’s house. you really didn’t have any energy to find a new place and he was not very helpful. after every shift, you shower and eat something nice before sleeping on the couch in-front of a show or in his bed while he’s on the couch.
if you didn’t before, now you did, you had the biggest and more embarrassing crush on jack abbot.
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as you arrived home, you had your habits. your stuff used to be kept at one place, but jack was quick to spread your things all over the place.
he loved to live with you.
you sat on the couch to watch your usual tv show before bed. you’re looking for a new apartment on your laptop. jack looked at you before rubbing your shoulder blade with his hand.
“you don’t have to rush it…”
“yeah, i’ll go to bed, you’re fine with the couch tonight?” you asked while getting up.
“of course, have a good night.”
before closing your eyes, you found the perfect apartment.
“jack! come!”
he came right away with a yawn. “what’s going on?”
“i found the perfect apartment! take a look,” you said making room for him in the bed as he laid down next to you.
you couldn’t help, but close your eyes as he looked at the pictures. it was the first time that you slept in the same bed. even if it was accidental, even if you already slept on the same couch, this time felt different.
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back at work, you treated a patient and presented the case to jack. he became a little more relaxed on the presentations. you could give less details, and it was a blessing when you were about to fall asleep on the job.
“perfect plan as usual, kid.”
“jack, do you have any recommendations? i haven’t done this procedure before,”
“i can assist you if you want, but i’m sure my best resident can do it right,” he said before winking.
what was that? you never saw him wink before, and it made you smile.
“are you flirting with me, dr abbot?”
“have been for ages,” he confessed before going to another patient.
