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the mental image of that is hilarious

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what are my doctors doing man!!

okay i had a lot more symbolism in mind compared to how it turned out but that's fine. the idea for this was the thought of robby and abbot only meeting each other fleetingly at work, in the turn overs between the day and night shifts. the flowers used are evening primroses for this reason.

Dennis: stop sending me these whilst im at work just because its your day off

Jack: its my day off though or my Jack off day

Jack: do you get it

Jack: Jack off

Jack: because my name is Jack

He gets an eye roll from her and some type of snarky comment about his dumb crush on their boss, which he accepts with glee.

But then it backfires one day at work, when Trinity calls out, “Huckleberry!” And he absentmindedly replies, “That’s Future Dr. Robinavitch to you!” in front of all their coworkers - including none other than Michael Robinavitch.

He’s introduced as Future Dr. Robinavitch to patients shift after shift, and he’s sure he’s going to get fired with the way Robby is avoiding him.

But just when Dennis is about to tell everyone to knock it off, Robby casually slips a silicone ring on his finger and tells him he likes the new nickname and should keep it for a while.

But as he’s making his way back to PTMC to get his bike, he comes across an ID badge that looks far too familiar for his liking. He picks it up off the sidewalk, and recognizes Dennis’ face easily, chuckling to himself as he thinks about the fact he’d received and lost the badge not even 24 hours after Robby gave it to him.

He plans to give it to Lena, so she can give it to Dana or Whitaker in the morning. But he finds that he’s unable to get his feet to carry him back through the doors of the busy ER.

Instead, he pockets the ID, keeping it with him during his journey. He pulls it out of his pocket, looking at it more often than not, and it slowly becomes a reminder to keep his helmet on, and that there are better things to come.

But one day, he’s less careful than usual, and doesn’t notice a stop sign until he’s already passing it. A truck speeds into him, going far too fast, immediately tossing him off his bike and down the road.

While Robby lays in the pavement, he digs Dennis’ ID out of his jacket pocket, staring at the last image he thinks he’ll ever see.

States away, Dennis gets a call about a man involved in a motor vehicular accident who had no form of ID on him other than Dennis’.

He stops everything he’s doing and takes the first flight he can to the hospital Robby is staying at, and the man wakes up thinking that Dennis isn’t real and it’s his brains attempt at one last bit of hope before death.

I've treated patients in conditions that would make OSHA start crying.

I've been screamed at by surgeons, police officers, charge nurses, and one particularly angry grandmother.