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When the captor (your son) blackmails you (absolutely zero peer pressure folded under the weight of absentee parent guilt) into getting him a dog
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When the captor (your son) blackmails you (absolutely zero peer pressure folded under the weight of absentee parent guilt) into getting him a dog
@multimedics
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❝ i’m all yours. ❞ - Mark
"Doesn't feel like it sometimes..."
He couldn't lay fault on Mark for that feeling, he knew what this was going to be, how it was going to operate even before the first night they spent together. Doesn't take a genius to know how a relationship with his direct superior would go. They couldn't be out and open about it, never mind what the staff would say, what would Morgenstern say...
What would he do?
Robby sighed softly, pulling away from the door to let Mark inside despite that feeling, despite the voice In his head that told him every time wither one showed up at the others front door that they shouldn't be doing this. Last thing he wanted was to get Mark in trouble, even if all he wanted was to be in his arms and ignore everything else beyond them.
"Dad? Can I... talk to you for a sec? I've been meaning to ask you something, and it's, uh... it's kind of been on my mind for a while." - John Robinavitch
The resident glanced up from the stack of charts he had strewn across his lap, his eyes landing on John as he lingered in the hallway with a apprehensive look on his face.
"Of course, you know you can always talk to me." He mused, gathering items up to clear a space, dropping the stack of files onto the coffee table before patting the cushion next to him.
"Whats up, kiddo?"
he pulls off the paper gown thrown on over him as he finished the operation in the trauma room, not having time to wait for an operating room to open up before they lost the patient. throwing the gown and gloves in the medical waste bin, he pushes the door open with his back before directing the staff to transfer him to the surgical floor for observation before walking to the board to see if there was any other cases that needed consulting. “ we will be moving him up within the next hour. a surgical resident will come down and transfer him to the surgical floor. you should have the room back shortly, ” he responds to @multimedics.
"So, uh... do you think John Truman Carter Robinivitch is too much, or...?"
Robby's gaze lifted from the patient file to land on Carters ever nervous form as he settled next to him. It was still surreal to hear his last name tagged onto another person, for so long he thought he'd be the last to bare the name, what a relief it was to finally have a successor.
"I think its the perfect amount of too much."
"Long as you don't decide to go by Doctor Robby, sorry to say that names already taken."
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Ти не уявляєш, як сильно я хочу, щоб ти трахнув мене прямо тут і зараз, над столами медсестер… - Dmytro, if anyone ever figures out what they're saying, they're getting a call from HR. 🤣
A shocked look crossed Robbys features as Dmytro leaned into his side, his voice raspy yet some how smoother than honey and warm enought to send a thrill shaking through his system. The attnedings head snapped to glance at Dmytro over the edge of his glasses.
"Люба, тобі варто бути вдячною, що нікому іншому тут не спадає на думку вчити українську." He mused, pocketing his glasses, still feeling a guilty sense of worry someone might here and go telling the whole hopsital how the chief attending was shacking up with his senior most resident.
"Краще сподіватися, що HR або «Принцеса» ніколи не вирішать це змінити."