#shortcake

robby can't take it anymore.

he's been back for four days, only four and he feels every corner of the ed he turns down, he hears you giggling, or jack snickering, or something that if he hated the night shift attending-- he'd report to hr.

it really doesn't help that robby shouldn't be feeling this.. monster in him right now. he should be feeling refreshed, ready to come back to sterile floors and blinding white lights after three months on his bike.

but he can't help but think if you walked if he wasn't on his mid-life crisis sabbatical when you started your residency, he could have switched you to the day shift and scooped you up before even jack came in for his shift that night.

but of course, you transferred to pittsburgh less than a week after robby ran for the hills. you were starstruck during your interview with the interim day shift attending, you would have been honored to work with her.

but, dr. al-hashimi took one look at the large iced coffee from dunkin' that almost tumbled out of her hand when she came into the interview seven minutes early.

she also brought a strawberry donut for each of them, and she knew abbot loved strawberry.

and now robby's here, lingering by the hand sanitizer as jack leans over your shoulder to thank you for calling the ekg he asked for earlier.

his rough hands brushed your shoulder as he walked behind you back towards trauma one. if you thought about it too much, you could imagine how his callouses would feel on you if your scrubs weren't in the way.

"you're the best shortcake, i don't know how i survived these dark, scary nights without you before." jack turned around and paid you a compliment once more as his back opened the door so he could enter the trauma room.

shortcake, that was another thing.

it was all because of those stupid sprinkled strawberry donuts that you've brought in every day since robby's been back. robby's been coming in at six am for the past few days to get back into the groove before the rush starts.

and coincidentally, you and jack have had to stay an extra hour or two after your shifts to finish up charting (or torture dr. robby by licking strawberry frosting off your fingers and offering his best friend a sip off your way too sweet iced coffee.)

and he can't even be mad at you, because your sooooo sweet. it makes sense why jack calls you shortcake. your eyes light up when robby comes in before the sun comes up every morning, running over to him to tell him all about the night-crawlers that were creeping through his er the night before.

on robby's fifth shift back, he was getting ready to hand-off his patients to shen before going home and repeating the cycle all over again. jack had left a few hours ago to philly for vets in medicine conference so robby had to really put his eggs in one basket.

or one dunkin' cup, cause' it's shen.

robby almost feels like he's been haunted by that shitty coffee shop for the past week with how much his mind is plagued with sweet iced drinks, sweet donuts, and an even sweeter night shift resident.

it's almost anti-climatic when another dunkin' donuts bag appears on the table in the break room. robby almost pays it nothing but an eye rolls before they catch onto the pink post-note stuck to the to-go bag, plasted with his name-- followed by a heart.

robby plucked the note from the bag and followed the arrow telling him to turn it over.

"dr robby!

i went to get coffee today and forgot jack was gone tonight.

i always get two donuts anyway, so wanna be my donut buddy till he gets back?

(this is from dr. l/n btw if you didn't guess)

oh shortcake, he could guess.

pompompurin (sanrio) stimboard!

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