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a/n; as a jewish girlie myself i know the hate we can get just for existing and i dont see a lot of stuff about robby being jewish so i thought i'd write it myself! i do not condone any hate towards jewish people! the language in this fic is purely for story purposes !
tw; hate speech towards jewish people
working with the public as an ER doctor, you had heard your fair share of hate towards medical professionals.
you'd heard it said to your co-workers and directed at yourself.
comments regarding your gender, race, look. all of it.
and usually you were able to brush it off as nothing and continue with your work as normal.
but some things hit harder than others.
especially when they were directed at not only your culture, but your boyfriends aswell.
through a long shift, you had kept your head high. functioning on little sleep as you manoeuvred through chaos with practised precision. perhaps it was the fact that you were running on autopilot that the comment caught you so off guard.
an older man who came in complaining of chest pain and had been sent up for a chest x-ray earlier in the day. once the results came back down to the ED you had headed straight for his room to share the news of his tests.
' well, mr davis. i have the results of your chest x-ray, ' you ebgan as you sidled up to the computer at the side of the room, pulling up his chart with his information so that you wouldnt give any incorrect answers.
' we've spotted an opacity on the lung, which means th-' before you could even finish your sentence the patient was talking over you.
' my lung? i thought you were testing for heart issues, my lungs not the thing that's hurting here, sweetheart '
the overly affectionate name went over your head completely as you tried to continue reading his results
' as i was saying, we've spotted some fluid buildup around your lungs which would explain your chest pain. you said it feels achy and heavy constantly, which is conducive of pleural effusion '
' in english, darling ? '
another comment that simply felt like water off a ducks back.
you decided it would be easier to show him the imaging from his x-ray, so you stood from the stool by the bedside and tapped quickly at the keyboard to bring them up, tilting the screen towards him. as you began to point out the issues on the x-ray, you were interrupted yet again.
' can you just cut to the chase, kikey? '
that caught your attention. that had you freezing on the spot as you looked at your patient dumbfounded.
what had you done to warrant that language? that hate speech?
your hand instinctively went to your neck where you knew a small star charm sat below your scrubs.
except it wasn't below them, in your haste today it had wrestled its way to the surface and the gold chain and charm sat glinting atop your black scrubs.
you werent sure what to do in that moment other than just continue with your job, albiet with a bit more venom in your tone as you explained what was wrong with this man.
but even as you continued your shift, it stuck with you.
it stuck with you all the way back to your shared house with michael.
as you brushed your teeth while michael slipped into bed, your eyes kept catching on the metal hanging around your neck.
you were proud of your heritage; you'd never felt the need to hide it before. but after you spit the toothpaste back into the sink, something compelled you to slip the necklace from around your neck and drop it into the jewellery dish by the sink, where michael's watch sat ticking away.
you said nothing about it as you curled up to your boyfriends side, your fingers grazing over the biting metal of his charm where it sat on his chest.
the soft beating of his heart against your palm, along with the exhausting day, sent you to sleep in minutes.
-----β‘-----
walking in to work alone was always a bummer, ever since you moved in with michael, you'd driven in together and walked to the ER doors hand in hand until he was pulled away the second you stepped foot on the linoleum tiles.
but michael had an appointment this morning which meant he got to sleep in and you werent about to deprive this man of an hour of extra sleep just so he could drive into work with you.
so you went about the first portion of your day without the added joy of making eye contact with your boyfriend across the floor and feeling a significant lift in your mood every now and then.
but after a couple of hours, you did catch sight of him as you emerged from trauma 2, though the look from him didn't give you your usual lift.
he nodded his head towards the lockers once your eyes met and after you shed your paper robe you followed him into the slightly secluded corner of the emergency department.
βwhatβs up?β you questioned, your hands sliding into the pockets of your scrubs to fiddle with whatever you could get your hands on.
which turned out to be a lint ball and a tissue pack.
you watched as michael pulled something from his jacket pocket.
β you left this in the bathroom this morning β
your necklace. the one you had purposely left behind. your perfect boyfriend knew you never took it off and just assumed you had forgotten to put it on this morning.
β yeah, thanks, it got caught in my hair last night and i forgot to put it back on β you rambled, reaching out to take the chain from michael, prepared to put it in your pocket and forget about it again.
but he didnβt drop it into your palm like you thought he would. instead he just looked at you. and you knew he knew you were lying.
β yβwanna tell me whatβs really going on? β he questioned, ever the loving man you fell in love with, wanting to know what was wrong so he could make it better.
β nothing, like i said, i just forgot β
βΧΧΦΉΧͺΦΆΧ§β (motek;sweetheart)
his nickname for you. one that he had started calling you when he found out about your shared culture. he wanted to share it with you. he always did. and it always warmed your heart.
except now the familiar hebrew word had a heat burning behind your eyes that you tried to push down.
β βm sorry β was all you could say as your eyes dropped from his to the white tiles below your feet.
michaels arm around you began leading you to a more private part of the department. you ended up in a temporarily empty patient room.
once the door was shut and the curtain pulled, he moved to stand infront of you again.
β whatβs going on, sweetheart? β his voice infinitely calming as you wound your arms around your own torso.
β i took the necklace off yesterday. a patient noticed it and called me something im not going to repeat because itβs disgusting. i thought i was done with people calling me names because of my culture once i got out of high school. and you know i donβt normally let this kind of stuff bother me, but this wasnβt just about me, it was about you and my parents and my family and i just kept hearing his voice every time i saw it in my reflection-β
β okay, come here β robbyβs large palm encased your forearm as he lead you to stand more directly infront of him. the warmth of his skin calmed you momentarily before he removed himself from you.
you watched as he fiddled with the clasp of your necklace before draping the material over your chest and clasping it together at the back of your neck. the charm dropped to your clavicle where it had rested every day for the last ten years at least.
β you cannot let one asshole decide that you donβt get to wear a part of who you are β he said definitively, his hands dropping to rest at your waist.
β we get to be as proud of who we are as everyone else does. we wear these every day to show respect for every person who lost their lives so we could be here. this symbol is steeped in tradition and community and i will not let anyone tell you that you donβt deserve to wear it β
if you thought your tears had stopped, you could always rely on michael to get them going again.
β if anyone says anything about it to you, you come find me and iβll tell them where they can shove their insults if you donβt want to, okay? β
a laugh bubbled out of your chest at his comment, while you knew the entirety of what he said was an exaggeration, you were more than thankful for the offer.
βokayβ you replied simply, a smile twitching at the corner of your lips as your eyes met with the deep brown orbs of michael robinavitch.
his warm smile had every issue from yesterday melting into the floor and the kiss he pressed to your forehead had them forgotten about completely, even if it was just for a moment.
βhey lovebirds! we got a MVC on route. two minutes out β
the voice of your charge nurse definitely broke that moment, but you were alright with that.
as you pulled away to get back on the floor you were held back by a hand on your arm.
β hey, ΧΧ Χ ΧΧΧΧ ΧΧΧͺΧ ΧΧͺΧΧ§Χβ ( ani ohev otech metuka ; i love you, sweetheart )
the warmth in your chest spread down to your fingers β ΧΧ ΧΧ Χ ΧΧΧΧ ΧΧΧͺΧ, robinavitch β ( gam ani ohev otech ; i love you too )
with a quick squeeze to your arm, the two of you left the room, leaving any shame of who you were right there on the floor. long forgotten.
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a/n; as a jewish girlie myself i know the hate we can get just for existing and i dont see a lot of stuff about robby being jewish so i thought i'd write it myself! i do not condone any hate towards jewish people! the language in this fic is purely for story purposes !
tw; hate speech towards jewish people
working with the public as an ER doctor, you had heard your fair share of hate towards medical professionals.
you'd heard it said to your co-workers and directed at yourself.
comments regarding your gender, race, look. all of it.
and usually you were able to brush it off as nothing and continue with your work as normal.
but some things hit harder than others.
especially when they were directed at not only your culture, but your boyfriends aswell.
through a long shift, you had kept your head high. functioning on little sleep as you manoeuvred through chaos with practised precision. perhaps it was the fact that you were running on autopilot that the comment caught you so off guard.
an older man who came in complaining of chest pain and had been sent up for a chest x-ray earlier in the day. once the results came back down to the ED you had headed straight for his room to share the news of his tests.
' well, mr davis. i have the results of your chest x-ray, ' you ebgan as you sidled up to the computer at the side of the room, pulling up his chart with his information so that you wouldnt give any incorrect answers.
' we've spotted an opacity on the lung, which means th-' before you could even finish your sentence the patient was talking over you.
' my lung? i thought you were testing for heart issues, my lungs not the thing that's hurting here, sweetheart '
the overly affectionate name went over your head completely as you tried to continue reading his results
' as i was saying, we've spotted some fluid buildup around your lungs which would explain your chest pain. you said it feels achy and heavy constantly, which is conducive of pleural effusion '
' in english, darling ? '
another comment that simply felt like water off a ducks back.
you decided it would be easier to show him the imaging from his x-ray, so you stood from the stool by the bedside and tapped quickly at the keyboard to bring them up, tilting the screen towards him. as you began to point out the issues on the x-ray, you were interrupted yet again.
' can you just cut to the chase, kikey? '
that caught your attention. that had you freezing on the spot as you looked at your patient dumbfounded.
what had you done to warrant that language? that hate speech?
your hand instinctively went to your neck where you knew a small star charm sat below your scrubs.
except it wasn't below them, in your haste today it had wrestled its way to the surface and the gold chain and charm sat glinting atop your black scrubs.
you werent sure what to do in that moment other than just continue with your job, albiet with a bit more venom in your tone as you explained what was wrong with this man.
but even as you continued your shift, it stuck with you.
it stuck with you all the way back to your shared house with michael.
as you brushed your teeth while michael slipped into bed, your eyes kept catching on the metal hanging around your neck.
you were proud of your heritage; you'd never felt the need to hide it before. but after you spit the toothpaste back into the sink, something compelled you to slip the necklace from around your neck and drop it into the jewellery dish by the sink, where michael's watch sat ticking away.
you said nothing about it as you curled up to your boyfriends side, your fingers grazing over the biting metal of his charm where it sat on his chest.
the soft beating of his heart against your palm, along with the exhausting day, sent you to sleep in minutes.
-----β‘-----
walking in to work alone was always a bummer, ever since you moved in with michael, you'd driven in together and walked to the ER doors hand in hand until he was pulled away the second you stepped foot on the linoleum tiles.
but michael had an appointment this morning which meant he got to sleep in and you werent about to deprive this man of an hour of extra sleep just so he could drive into work with you.
so you went about the first portion of your day without the added joy of making eye contact with your boyfriend across the floor and feeling a significant lift in your mood every now and then.
but after a couple of hours, you did catch sight of him as you emerged from trauma 2, though the look from him didn't give you your usual lift.
he nodded his head towards the lockers once your eyes met and after you shed your paper robe you followed him into the slightly secluded corner of the emergency department.
βwhatβs up?β you questioned, your hands sliding into the pockets of your scrubs to fiddle with whatever you could get your hands on.
which turned out to be a lint ball and a tissue pack.
you watched as michael pulled something from his jacket pocket.
β you left this in the bathroom this morning β
your necklace. the one you had purposely left behind. your perfect boyfriend knew you never took it off and just assumed you had forgotten to put it on this morning.
β yeah, thanks, it got caught in my hair last night and i forgot to put it back on β you rambled, reaching out to take the chain from michael, prepared to put it in your pocket and forget about it again.
but he didnβt drop it into your palm like you thought he would. instead he just looked at you. and you knew he knew you were lying.
β yβwanna tell me whatβs really going on? β he questioned, ever the loving man you fell in love with, wanting to know what was wrong so he could make it better.
β nothing, like i said, i just forgot β
βΧΧΦΉΧͺΦΆΧ§β (motek;sweetheart)
his nickname for you. one that he had started calling you when he found out about your shared culture. he wanted to share it with you. he always did. and it always warmed your heart.
except now the familiar hebrew word had a heat burning behind your eyes that you tried to push down.
β βm sorry β was all you could say as your eyes dropped from his to the white tiles below your feet.
michaels arm around you began leading you to a more private part of the department. you ended up in a temporarily empty patient room.
once the door was shut and the curtain pulled, he moved to stand infront of you again.
β whatβs going on, sweetheart? β his voice infinitely calming as you wound your arms around your own torso.
β i took the necklace off yesterday. a patient noticed it and called me something im not going to repeat because itβs disgusting. i thought i was done with people calling me names because of my culture once i got out of high school. and you know i donβt normally let this kind of stuff bother me, but this wasnβt just about me, it was about you and my parents and my family and i just kept hearing his voice every time i saw it in my reflection-β
β okay, come here β robbyβs large palm encased your forearm as he lead you to stand more directly infront of him. the warmth of his skin calmed you momentarily before he removed himself from you.
you watched as he fiddled with the clasp of your necklace before draping the material over your chest and clasping it together at the back of your neck. the charm dropped to your clavicle where it had rested every day for the last ten years at least.
β you cannot let one asshole decide that you donβt get to wear a part of who you are β he said definitively, his hands dropping to rest at your waist.
β we get to be as proud of who we are as everyone else does. we wear these every day to show respect for every person who lost their lives so we could be here. this symbol is steeped in tradition and community and i will not let anyone tell you that you donβt deserve to wear it β
if you thought your tears had stopped, you could always rely on michael to get them going again.
β if anyone says anything about it to you, you come find me and iβll tell them where they can shove their insults if you donβt want to, okay? β
a laugh bubbled out of your chest at his comment, while you knew the entirety of what he said was an exaggeration, you were more than thankful for the offer.
βokayβ you replied simply, a smile twitching at the corner of your lips as your eyes met with the deep brown orbs of michael robinavitch.
his warm smile had every issue from yesterday melting into the floor and the kiss he pressed to your forehead had them forgotten about completely, even if it was just for a moment.
βhey lovebirds! we got a MVC on route. two minutes out β
the voice of your charge nurse definitely broke that moment, but you were alright with that.
as you pulled away to get back on the floor you were held back by a hand on your arm.
β hey, ΧΧ Χ ΧΧΧΧ ΧΧΧͺΧ ΧΧͺΧΧ§Χβ ( ani ohev otech metuka ; i love you, sweetheart )
the warmth in your chest spread down to your fingers β ΧΧ ΧΧ Χ ΧΧΧΧ ΧΧΧͺΧ, robinavitch β ( gam ani ohev otech ; i love you too )
with a quick squeeze to your arm, the two of you left the room, leaving any shame of who you were right there on the floor. long forgotten.
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