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"Person who literally created this character doesn't understand the character" is an unbelievably stupid yet popular statement that feels highly indicative of the piss poor general comprehension skills that seem to be so prominent
The only thing this unprovoked and ridiculous hate causes is, as McAllister said, only fuel even more our love for our country and make us feel even prouder of being argentinians.
I don't care what any of you say. We won't look down, and we won't make ourselves smaller because you say so.
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the way some of these fics are written? yall gotta take a long look in the mirror. infantalisation of capable women, nurses and residents, while they work at the hospital. it’s not only not funny, but also degrading. they don’t need to be babied, they’re more than capable of handling themselves. about time we start treating adults like adults in adult spaces. thank you.
reblogging now with incredible fear bc sharing this exact opinion (minus the healthcare angle) got me death threats and driven out of the tlou fandom after ten years </3
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synopsis Robby is known to speak before he thinks sometimes, but when the cost of his words is losing you, he’d rather die (6.6k words)
warningheavy angst, language, hospital stuff, mention of drowning, near death experience, robby is constipated emotionally as always, jack to the rescue, kinda yearning Jack if you squint, inaccurate medical practices I am noooo doctor!
authornotethannk you so much for the request!!! and thank you for your kind words! I had so much fun writing, I think angst is probably my favourite to write over anything especially when Robby is the one yearning. I hope you liked! (Gif credits @emziess :)
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As a resident in the Emergency Department there was a lot you knew.
You knew that preeclampsia effected about eight percent of all pregnant women worldwide. You knew how to intubate and had in fact done so many in your time at PTMC that you were sure you could do it with your eyes closed. You knew that in the bottom draw of Dana's select spot at the nurses station was a pack of nicotine gum hardly used because Dana thought they were a bunch of bull; in spite of the literal doctors orders.
You knew there was a leaky faucet in the women's bathrooms that drove everyone insane when they went in there to steal a moment's peace. You knew the computer in central fourteen was the faultiest one which was why you avoided charting in there all together.
So you knew there must have been a reason why Noelle from insurance was biding her time with your new boyfriend. There must have been a reason why he was grinning big at her like he hadn't with you for days.
“Hey!” said Samira falling at your side at the counter.
You were still too distracted by the two to even tear your gaze away and look at her. “Hey.”
Samira followed your eyeline. “You're staring, you know that?”
You nodded.
Robby rubbed at the side of his face as his cheeks flushed, Noelle shifted her weight onto her other heeled foot- apparently getting herself comfortable.
“Who is that, again?” asked Doctor Mohan.
“Noelle. She's from insurance.”
Samira nodded. “Noelle from insurance. Annnd do we like Noelle, from insurance?”
At that you realised just how transparent your glares might have been.
“Oh, you know,” you mumbled, finally looking back down to your tablet that had grown dark in the absence of movement. “It's our job to like everyone.”
Santos passed by you then, dropping herself down into your favourite chair in exhaustion. “Not everyone.”
“So we're all having a great day, I see,” you commented, sarcastically. However the sardonic tone of your voice was over-saturated with a loud laugh.
Your head practically snapped up to see Noelle laughing at something Robby had said. Even his face was scrunched up at his joke. You watched as Noelle's hand darted to his bicep, playfully hitting him in a way that could only be recognised as flirting.
You watched as Robby looked down to her hand on him and then he looked up, finding you and finding your watchful gaze. Only then did the pink in his cheeks subside and the wrinkles of amusement die.
“Didn't they have a thing before you and him got together?” asked Santos.
You sighed. “Yes, they did, thank you, Trinity.”
“Hey, just trying to be helpful.”
“Save it for the patients,” you said.
Robby took one step in your direction but you'd already dismissed yourself from Santos and Mohan, walking the ward like it was a battle field.
But you could hear your boyfriends heavy boots close behind you.
“Don't do that,” he said, calling after you.
“Do what? See a patient?”
“It's not what you think,” he said.
“Of course it's not,” you said, trying your best to be indifferent.
You knew about Noelle and Robby's history, just as you knew about his and Heathers, and his and the pathologist from upstairs, and the one from ortho. You knew and you understood, heck you'd even been around to joke about with Landon. Robby's famous seven-week itch.
Rumour had it before he finally got to hold your hand and kiss you whenever he liked he'd been trying to nail you down for years, but you weren't sure how much you believed.
It had been nine months, maybe closer to ten since you and Robby had officially started seeing each other. It was the real boyfriend-girlfriend deal where you could call each other at any moments of the day, could get take out together and discuss the boring things together.
Yet, you did none of that.
Robby and you didn't talk.
You fucked- but only each other. You worked on cases together- strictly professional. On the days where you were desperate there was an on-call room Robby could book out and steal time away with you.
But you didn't remember the last time you'd laughed like that with him.
“It's not,” said Robby again.
“Of course it's not.”
Robby sighed, falling closer behind you. “Well, it doesn't really sound like you believe me.”
“I believe you,” you said. “Do I believe Noelle...”
“Oh, c'mon,” Robby chuckled, like the very idea of them was ridiculous. Like the two of you didn't begin where they ended. “You seriously gonna be hung up on that?”
“Don't,” you warn, shaking your head.
You reached for an exam room door, where a sixteen year old boy was complaining of migraines but Robby grabbed your wrist and stirred you away.
“You wanna argue, not here,” he said.
“I don't want to argue.”
Robby led you out to the ambulance bay. Any nurses stealing a couple minutes of peace quickly diverted back in and even ambulances seemed to divert away. He let go of you, standing away and folding his arms over his chest, defensive. “So come on, tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“You're mad because I was talking to Noelle- about a case, might I add,” he said. There was nothing soft in his tone, nothing that calmed your nerves on edge. He said it all like it was a joke that he already knew the punchline to.
You rubbed at your temple. “You can talk to Noelle about cases, of course you can-”
“- Oh, thank you, glad I have your permission,” he chuckled.
“Can you just not be a dick about this, for once!” you snapped.
Robby's brows rose to his head, almost shocked at your snap at him. He held out his hands. “Okay, I'm not being a dick.”
“You are, and it's like sometimes you don't even realise.”
His hands were worn with the mornings patients and you could see the stress he tried to hide away as he wiped up and down his face.
You took a deep breath. “Robby, if you don't want this to work out all you have to do is say.” You said it, un-sure if you even meant it. Un-sure that you could ever go back to who you were before meeting Robby, let alone sharing in his life. In the small moments grabbing take out together and eating it on his sofa. In the mornings where you both naturally woke up early enough to just admire each other before you had to get to work.
Robby chuckled dryly, hands on his hips. “Oh my god, all of this because I spoke to another woman?”
“Because you laughed with her like you haven't with me for weeks!” you argued.
For once, Robby was silent.
You told yourself after the seven week mark that it would be any day now, that he'd tell you you were better off friends; colleagues. Every day and week it didn't come, every month he got more comfortable in your bed you figured you'd easily get rid of him in your life as easily as you welcomed him.
Now you stood across from him in the early morning light of the ambulance bay knowing if he left you now you'd never get back on your feet again.
“I see the way Noelle looks at you, how the others from upstairs do to,” you begin.
Robby shook his head, something earnest in his gaze. “They're not- they don't-”
“- I know, I know,” you said, cutting him off with a grimace of a smile. “ ”I know you don't love them, Robby. I'm just not sure you love me either.”
As un-cultured as you were with your own relationships you weren't sure when the right time to say I love you was. You knew Santos had said it to Garcia drunk one night and woke up with regret pinning her to the bed. You knew Dana and Benji had said it to each other a week in. You knew you loved Robby before you even kissed him.
Robby looked down to his boots, shaking his head. “That's not fair.”
Your heart pinched. “I know I love you, Robby. But I can't watch all these woman over you and-and wonder.”
“Your insecurities are not my fault!” Robby snapped.
You knew he didn't mean it, or hoped he didn't. You knew in the very small arguments you'd had that he spoke without thinking and came grovelling back.
Maybe it was worse this time because you knew it was the truth. You knew these women- his ex something's- didn't get to see Robby in the early mornings and be the last thing he spoke to at night. You knew Robby wasn't inviting them into his self, but he wasn't pushing them away either.
They'd all been quick, snaps of bands on wrists. You were supposed to be something more.
Maybe you weren't.
Biting on the inside of your cheek, you felt the familiar burning in your chest, rising up to your neck.
“Okay.” You held yourself tight, heading past him and to the doors that were already welcoming you back.
Robby was hot on your heels, quicker even as he pushed himself ahead of you. “No, no, no- hey- wait, no I-I didn't mean that.” His eyes were wide, hands held out in front of you, not quite clasped together, pointing to the sky but pleading none the less.
“We shouldn't talk about this now, Robby-”
“- I- we... honey, please.”
He stood in between you and the doors. Beyond him you saw the chaos of the room, the charts being passed, the labs being reported. The world still turned.
Robby's hands fell to your shoulders, rubbing up and down your arms. “Let me- jus' let me-let me-”
“Hey! You two!”
Robby didn't jump apart from you, he squeezed your arms tighter as the two of you looked back to Dana who rushed out, wisps of grey hair falling around her. “What is it?”
“There's been a crash down the docks, all hands on deck!”
You thought you knew chaos, having seen all sorts of terror and oddities in the Pitt but the scenes at the dock were nothing like it. A complication with a boat, an explosion- small enough- rattled ferries and had them crashing into one another like terrible scene of dominoes.
Heck, you weren't even sure if the docks were safe to be standing on.
There were fire trucks and ambulances that didn't just respond to PTMC but Presby too. Police were corning off the area, talking to any witnesses but everyone blurred in one as you weaved in and out of them.
You'd been sent as an emergency respondent thanks to how level-headed and sturdy you were in the Pittfest. You still remembered how Robby nominated you as well as Whitaker to go with some from surgery, his eyes dark on you, a trusting nod passed before you were handed a jacket and pushed into an ambulance.
You'd already pulled a sheet over three bodies, one of them too small for your liking.
“Any for me?” asked a first emergency responder, you think his name was Spencer, catching it in the rig you caught a ride in. “We can take two.”
“Yeah!” you yelled and led him away. “This guy, approximately in his thirties, head lack to the right, needs to go to surgery immediately. This woman, late twenties, lost consciousness, possible pelvic bleed but she's stabilised, need's a ultrasound.”
“Got it!”
You'd gone through almost all the gloves you had in your pockets. There was blood seeping into your scrub uniform at your knees. You'd forgone your coat to a little girl who took an ambulance back with her mother, trembling from the cold.
A steady, firm hand settled between your shoulder blades.
“How you holding on, Slugger?”
Your heart soared in relief when you recognised Jack's voice, felt his steady hand and saw his easy smile in the middle of all the pain.
“Jack, thank god. Are you here with your team?” you asked, eying the uniform he was in.
“Yeah, we came to secure the area, doing everything I can to help,” he said, the two of you nudging your way through the people, stepping over the rubble and pools of water or blood. “How you holding up?”
“Lost three,” you told him.
Jack looked down at you, the weight of his gaze always heavy. “And how many you saved, huh? Focus on that number.”
The wind picked up, sending a chill over your bones.
“Hey, where's your jacket?” asked Jack, a frown taking over his features.
You chuckled. “Probably half way to Presby by now, think we've handed off all the traumas PTMC can take.”
Jack tutted and shook his head aside. “I reckon they've got one more in them.”
You didn't know how you and Jack had got so close, somewhere along the lines of hand-offs and covering night shifts you just always gravitated toward each other, working well and saving lives. Every daring procedure you'd taken was with him over your shoulder only for him to go and boast about you to Robby later.
Jack led you to Robby, for that you always had to be thankful.
“Hey! I've got a guy seizing over here!”
With your case in hand the two of you rushed off.
The man seemed middle-aged with no obvious wound to him as you and Jack took either side. The man was at the edge of the docks, the crashing of the waves fighting against you as you worked to stablilse him.
Jack steadied him. “Check if there's any medication on him! It might be a disorder!”
You checked, coming up empty pocketed. You fumbled in your bag and tried your pockets before finding the vial and clean needle. “Pushing diazepam!”
With five cc's in his seizing slowed to dull twitches.
“We need a back board and neck brace,” said Jack, looking around to try and flag down anyone.
Nobody was catching your eyes. This close to the water you were out of the way of most of the chaos.
“Go!” you told Jack. “I'll stay with him, make sure he doesn't sieze again.”
Jack's brows pinched together for a second. “You sure?”
You nodded. Your hands remained on your patient, feeling his tremors and already timing his pulse with your watch. “I've got it, go!”
In hind sight you should have thought about the implications. You'd been grabbed and yelled at and spat at in the ED by less sever patients but once you'd been attacked by a man who just woke up from a seizure, dazed and confused and naming you his enemy.
Robby had never been so close to murder.
It took weeks for the bruises to go down, for your hand to heal properly from the fall and you were on bed rest for a week.
You knew what it meant to be alone with a patient, but sometimes you supposed it couldn't be helped.
The diazepam should have helped- you've seen it help- but soon enough the man started twitching, slow at first, before it started to fit and his whole body moved.
He was a strong man. You weren't.
“It's okay, sir- sir!” you threw your weight against him to hold him still, wonder what you can do to stop him biting down on his tongue with the little equipment you had.
The man was mumbling to himself, thrashing violently.
“C'mon Jack, c'mon-”
It only took a wide sweep of the mans arm to send you hurtling back and crashing into the icy water.
The sky was darkening by the time Robby counted off his thirtieth patient of the day. Twenty-five of them had been from the incident at the docks. Only one he couldn't save, two sent up to the OR.
He counted the patients, counted the hours that ticked by, counted every ambulance that came by not carrying you. He'd expected you back by now, expected to have a little piece of mind with seeing you back in his eyeline.
Robby's heart was being squeezed progressively as the day went on, ever since he'd snapped and said words he never even meant.
Every second, passing from patient to patient and tearing off gloves to replace them with clean ones he checked his phone for any update from you.
Nothing.
You must have been busy down there.
But just three ambulances ago Whitaker returned saying he lost sight of you practically immediately.
So where the hell were you?
“Hey, Dana-” he called, rounding on the nurses station.
She looked as dishevelled as he felt, wisps of hair, dark circles under her eyes.
“Can you get a hold of transport, ask where the hell is my resident.”
“I just got off the phone with them, Robby-” she reached over and placed a hand on his, the one that had been tapping relentlessly. “She's on her way in now.”
Before Robby could even wonder why Dana had to hold his hand to tell him, why her eyes were glassed over and her voice trembled to tell him the doors bust open.
“Robby!” Jack yelled out.
He turned, catching sight of his old friend, the greying hair damp and sticking to his skin. He was half dressed in SWAT gear, his jacket discarded and bits of tinfoil falling from his shoulders. Jack was set over a gurney, hammering down on a chest and going in for CPR the old fashioned way.
“What happened? You fall in-”
Robby got to the other side of the gurney and breath caught in his chest.
“She's been down thirty- thirty-five minutes, I dunno, man,” said Jack as he continued hammering down on your chest.
It was you. Blue in the face and eyes closed, droplets of water at your lashes. Your hair was turning to ice fanned out underneath you. He'd been running his hand through your hair just that morning, had he not. There was a blanket, maybe two, thrown over you but your body only reacted to the thumping Jack delivered on your chest, pinching your nose to breath down your open mouth.
This morning you'd been warm, so warm, with a leg thrown over his hips in attempts to keep him in your bed. And he'd been close, so close to burying himself in your warmth.
He didn't even have to touch you to know you were cold.
“I found her- in the water- pulled her out-” gasped Jack as he continued compressions.
“What do you mean in the water?” asked Robby, surprising himself by how calm he sounded.
“She- she fell, or-or something, I dunno man-”
“You don't know?” he snapped. “Why isn't she bagged?”
“We ran out,” said the paramedic pushing you in.
“You ran out?!”
“Robby- Robby!” Dana's hands were on his chest, keeping him at bay before Robby even knew what he was going to do.
Robby shook her off. “What's open?”
“Trauma two just got cleaned up-”
He grabbed the gurney and pushed you into the room. The weight of Jack on top of you trying to save your life squeaking the wheels against the floor not long wiped from blood. Robby was aware of other voices, of people wondering if that was Jack and was it... no... it couldn't have been.
The doors closed behind a team of people all teaming in, stuttering when they saw you.
“Hook her up!” ordered Robby, ignoring any protocol of gowns and gloves. If he was going to get you back he was going to feel the beat of your heart under his palms. “Jack, move!”
Jack slowly climbed down and Robby jumped up next, quickly taking over compressions.
He remembered kissing down your chest, hiding himself there on mornings he wanted to steal away five minutes, pulling the covers up past the two of you. How he was breaking ribs to keep you alive. “Somebody get a bag on her, now!”
“She's- she's been down a long time,” said Jack, catching his breath.
Robby thumped down on your chest, kidding himself with the dull flutter of your eyelashes, knowing it was only through the force of his hammering down on you. “She's alive.”
“Jesus, Jack, you're as cold as ice,” said Dana from somewhere behind Robby.
“I'm fine,” he dismissed. “Robby, you shouldn't be working on her, brother.”
Others in the room stopped, hearing that.
It was protocol family waited outside, that if family or friends ever came in demanding help the same DNA did not attend. They were too emotionally clouded. To invested to think straight. The last time Robby found himself in this situation: blood pumping in his ears, chest tight was trying to save Jake's girlfriends life.
He'd failed.
The only person to pull him back from that was you.
There'd be nobody if you didn't pull through. He'd be left in that pedes room, never to leave.
“Robby!” Jack tried again.
“Shut up and get me some warm saline!”
“Oh, no,” said Jack, walking around till he was on the other side of your gurney. “No, I'm not going anywhere.”
Robby was still pressing his hands down on your chest when Jack reached over, past the bag they'd finally clamped over on you, and stroked back your hair.
“We're gonna get you through this,” he uttered in an oddly tender moment.
“We need to get a central line in her,” said Matteo.
Jack looked at Robby. “Brother.”
“No.”
“You have to move, we need to get a line in her.”
Robby knew that. He knew so much as a doctor, as chief attending. But he couldn't stop, he physically couldn't bring himself to.
“Robby, man, you gotta let go.”
“I can't... I can't... I can't...” he said. The only thing keeping him sane was the one, two, three, four count in his head, was the cold feeling of your flesh under his hands. “Push three milligrams of epi.”
Jack huffed in frustration, probably the only thing keeping him warm. He marched around your bed to his side. “Robby, so help me god I will drag you out of here if you don't let her go!”
“I can't!” he yelled.
It was selfish but Robby had some how convinced himself he could be selfish with you. He could hold on tighter in the mornings and let you go for the rest of the day. He could watch patients get close to you because he knew it was him who got to kiss you. He could hold back the worst parts of himself to keep you, no matter how much it tore him apart to push you away on the days he wanted to be closest.
No, Robby could never let you go.
If you ever tried to leave him, he'd hold on tighter.
Robby dropped his voice low. “I can't.”
Jack took in a slow breath, a gentle hand on Robby's bicep. “Okay. Okay. You don't have to let her go... but to save her you have to move aside.”
A monitor somewhere in the room beeped.
Slowly, Robby moved from your chest.
The people swarmed you. Someone cut into you, getting a central line in on your other side.
Robby stayed where he was, a hand holding yours tightly as if he could squeeze his own life into yours. He cried- maybe loudly- at the feel of how cold you were.
“What's her temp?” asked Jack.
“Eighty.”
Robby looked up to the monitor reading your vitals. “That's- that's too low.”
“We're getting her warmed up.”
“Get the warm saline.”
“We are.”
Robby leaned over you once the line was placed, brushing back your hair and trying desperately to ignore how cold you were. “You're not dead, you're not,” he said, low for you. Your vitals may have been saying different. “You're not dead.”
“Doctor Robby-”
“Please,” he begged with trembling lips. “Please, don't do this to me.”
A monitor sung low and dry. The classic song of a flatline.
His head jerked up.
Jack caught his stupor and pushed him from you, sending him into Dana's ready hold. “She's going into V-fib!”
Dana held Robby. Physically she wasn't strong enough to hold him back but Robby wasn't strong enough to fight against her. “Robby... Robby, c'mon, let's wait outside.”
He was shaking his head.
“Panels, charge to three hundred!” called out Jack.
Dana had just managed to push him out the doors as he shouted clear!
Through the glass Robby watched your body jerk but not respond.
“Please, please, please,” he uttered. His back hit the nurses station, his knees giving out as he slowly slid and sank to the floor.
“Okay, okay,” muttered Dana, falling with him and holding him there.
The Pitt seemed to stand still at the sight of their boss, white faced and hands trembling, brushing back his hair. Noise travelled quick, that it was you in the bed, ribs breaking from compressions, chest hurting from the shock.
Robby's hands clasped in front of him, his star of David chain clenched in his hands. “Please.... she can't do this to me, please.”
Dana tugged on his body, bringing him in closer. With her sharp gaze she pushed everyone else that dared try and get closer away. “C'mon, Robby, she's strong, you know that. And stubborn like hell, huh?”
Robby nodded along with her words, un-sure if he could believe it.
“Charge again, three hundred, let's go!” called Jack, rubbing the panels before everyone backed up. “Clear!”
There was a small beep, a pick up in the line.
“There! Resume compressions!”
“Doctor Robby!” Santos ran up, her gown like a cape around her. She slowed to a stop in front of the two slumped. “Dana. Dana, is it- is it true, is it?”
Robby looked up, tear stained cheeks red.
“Yeah, kid,” said Dana, sadly.
Santo's jaw trembled before she shook her head in resolute, saying one simple word. No. Then she stormed into the room.
Robby knew you favoured Santos and somewhere along the way Robby had come to look for her when an interesting case came in. He came to favour the way you smiled at Santos when she did things right and Robby searched for any smile he could get from you.
So, he pushed himself up on shaky legs and followed her in- back into the chaos that was your room. The blankets had slipped from your body in the shocks and he desperately tried to hold himself back from fixing them.
“Doctor Abbot-” said a nurse or a intern or someone in the room. “It's been thirty minutes.”
“Hold compressions.”
Robby knew it was to check your pulse but he winced when they paused, when your body didn't respond.
“Still asystole, resume compressions.” Jack caught Robby's gaze.
He'd seen that look on Jack's face. Had seen the hopelessness and the devastation at losing a patient not only in his face but in his own reflection. “Don't-”
Jack lowered his head. “Robby.”
“No, Jack, her temp is not up! She's cold,” he said, walking back around the room. He rolled his shoulders back, pulling on gloves. If nobody else was going to save you he would. “She is not dead! She's not- She's not dead till she's warm and dead! Push another round of epi!”
Matteo jumped at the chance.
Jack stood by Robby's side. “Just... prepare yourself, okay? She's been down a long time. She might not come back from this.”
Robby glanced back at him. “She will.”
“And even if she did-”
Robby cut him off. “She will.”
They couldn't send you up to the OR- there was nothing surgical to do. They couldn't send you to the ICU- you weren't stable. They could work on you for hours, in the pitts of hell.
Robby didn't stop Jesse from compressions but he leant over you, leaning his lips into your forehead. “You'll come back, you have to come back.”
“What's her temp?”
“We're up to eighty-eight.”
“When was our last epi?”
“Ten minutes ago.”
“Push again.”
At some point Santos pushed her through the crowd, taking compressions from Jesse who she deemed weak-armed.
“Doctor Santos-” said Jack, the only one seeing this for what it was. A disaster. One more emotional person in the room wasn't going to help. If you woke you might just choke on tears from them all.
“I can do it,” she argued, nodding to the night attending. “I can do it.”
Santos was as stubborn as you. If anyone might have been able to beat her heart into beating, it would be her.
Robby leant over you. Robby could feel your skin cold against his lips and he pet back any bit of you he could reach, trying to warm you. He caught Jack's tired gaze, his lifeless stare like he was already grieving you. “I never told her I love her, Jack.”
“Get an APG,” said Santos.
Jack clasped his shoulder. “Tell her now.”
Robby looked back down to you, past the bag pushing your breath, through Santos keeping your heart beat. He kissed your forehead. “I-” he chocked on the words. He couldn't remember a time where he'd said it and meant it like he does now.
He knew Jack was giving him a way out. He knew Jack was giving him the chance to live with no regrets.
But Robby would regret not dying with you if you didn't make it.
There was a silence throughout the room, not even the beating of a monitor keeping him sane.
Robby's hot tears hit your cheeks.
“Temp?”
“Up to neinty.”
“Halt compressions.”
Santos paused.
Nothing.
Then a shrill beeping.
If Robby thought it was life he was going to be souly mistaken.
“She's in V-fib again!”
Robby backed away, tucking his head down to his chest as he watched Jack get the panels, rub the gel on.
“Charge to three hundred- clear!”
Your body jolted again, blankets slipping down your bare body and Robby suddenly wanted to cover you, wanted to pull every tube keeping you alive out and just hold you. Warm or cold. He just wanted to hold you.
“Again, charge. Clear!”
There was a silence. Maybe you were so angry at him you were proving a point by dying. You were a good swimmer. Why didn't you swim?
Everyone in the room paused, seeming to wait for someone to call it.
Jack looked at Robby.
“No,” he said, pushing past everyone.
“Robby-” interjected Jack.
He snatched the panels from Jack. “Charge again, three hundred-”
“-Robby-”
“I said charge again!”
The room was heavy as Jesse moved to do so, charging them up.
“Clear!”
Your body jerked again, violent. Your face remained peaceful, Santos remained off to the side, waiting for orders, waiting to know. Everyone else was looking to each other, silently deciding who would be the one to drag Robby away from your body.
“Wait- there!”
In the middle of them all there sat a pick up in your heart.
The room jumped into discussion about how to carry on, about how to keep the momentum going while Robby pressed his stethoscope into his ears and the other down on you. He listened, catching the beat of your heart.
“She's warm, she's warm and she's alive,” said Jack with a smile.
You were dreaming. It was a sweet sort of thing.
It was a warm body blanketing you and hands holding you. It was lips you knew pressing along you and drawing out pleasure. There were three tiny words spoken into flesh.
It was Robby, his head laid upon your chest in your bed and mumbling the words, tracing every letter over your ribs. When you reached for his hair, when you tried to say the words again you coughed up water instead. You clawed at your throat. You chocked in panic-
Then there was a beeping bringing you out of sweet dreams.
“Hey, hey. Honey? Honey, can you look at me?” a warm hand was running over your head, pushing back your hair. “Open your eyes.”
You tried to. They felt heavy. Sleep heavy.
But someone was coaxing you through it, holding your hand and brushing back your hair.
“Yeah, there we go... there we go, hey.”
The lights were bright, almost painfully so as they blared in your eyes. It took you a couple blinks to get them right but when you did there was a dark shadow looming over you, blocking out the lights.
There was the ragged pull of a beard and the slope of a well known nose.
You breathed in and smelt burnt coffee and hand sanitiser. “Robby?”
He smiled, crows feet at his eyes. “Hey, honey.”
You pushed up your arm, finding it oddly weak like it had been weighted down. You found an IV down in your arm. The white lights... the white walls and the IV all made slow sense.
“Wh-what?”
“Easy, easy.” Robby grabbed at your arms, holding you. He helped you sit up, reaching over and plumping your pillow and holding you there.
Only when you heard the monitor calming down and felt the pain lessen did Robby let you go, perching close on the bed next to you and grabbing your hand again.
“What happened?” you asked, finding your throat parched.
Robby sighed, pulling your hand into your lap. “There was an accident at the docks. You went with the responders to help. Your patient had a seizure and...”
You remembered the dock, the wind cold and the yells. You remembered Jack was there and the patient, he was seizing. “What happened to him?” you asked.
Robby stared at you, a small shake in his head as his brows pinched together.
“The seizing, the patient.”
There was a small look of disbelief, a soft smile creasing his chapped lips.
“What?”
His smile turned sharp with affection as he looked down. Your hand, engulfed in his, was pressed to his lips. He stayed like that as the scenes played in his head and the smile slowly started to fall. “You were brought in, your body temp was eighty. Jack was- was doing compressions. We- we had to shock you, so much, you don't- ” Robby sighed out a shaky breath. “You don't know what it was like.”
The dock, the bodies, Jack. The bite of cold water like a thousand daggers piercing into your skin. You had gasped for breath, limbs flailing.
It had felt like dying.
“Oh.”
You rubbed at your chest, pain blooming.
“You might be a bit burnt, from the shocks. And we were- we did compressions for a while so you broke a rib,” he said, chocking down a cry.
You squeezed his hand. “We?”
He nodded, chin tucked into his chest. His lips were pursed.
You'd seen Robby cry before, in shades of red face and clenched palms and always trying to hide it away. But you'd never seen him try to hide away as much as he was now. Your hand escaped his hold, caressing down his cheek.
“Robby.... hey....”
His lips puckered to your palm, pressing a kiss there. His palm was large as he held your hand up to his cheek.
“Hey,” you cooed.
Robby glanced up at you. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
“It's okay.”
“No, no it's not, it's not okay,” Robby took a shaky breath and scooted closer. His arm came over you, bracing himself on the bed. “You almost died.”
You searched his eyes but only found pain and defeat. He looked tired. Really tired. “But I didn't.”
“That's not the point,” he said. He brushed back strands of your hair, kept petting it down in a way you guessed comforted him more. “Jack was doing compressions for almost an hour. Your temp was down the whole time. We shocked you four times. Four.”
Robby's voice broke.
“You almost died and the last thing we did was argue.”
You didn't know what to say to that. The words I'm sorry were already rising and like he sensed it, Robby gave a small shake of his head. “Yeah... probably wasn't the best timing.”
“We're never arguing again, you understand?”
You smirked, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. You could feel the race of his pulse. “Give us a week.”
“No,” said Robby. “Never.”
Something sour tasted it your mouth.
“Because we- are we, broken up?”
“No. No. We are not,” he said sternly.
You let out a breath. “Good. Good. I'd have hated to wake up from near death to that.”
“I should have listened to you,” he uttered. “Noelle is nothing, everyone else is nothing, nobody means anything to me, only you. Only ever you. And I am never letting you go again, ever.” He kissed your hand again.
You smiled at him. “What if I need to pee?”
“You can hold my hand.”
“And on mornings where I have really bad morning breath?” you teased.
“That doesn't happen, you know that,” Robby smiled.
Without any arguments left you gave up, sinking into your sheets with a shiver.
Robby frowned. “Are you cold?” he was up at once, pulling at the covers over you and the blankets. He was all but tucking you in as you laid there, taking it.
“Robby.”
“Yeah?” he hummed.
You tugged at his arm, pulling him down.
“What are you- what are you doing?” he chuckled, lightly.
“I'm cold, you're a human furnace, hold me.”
Robby was on the verge of complaining even as you pulled him down on the bed. He grunted at the squeak of the bed, was careful of the monitors assessing you. He squeezed in, pulling the rail back up as you curled up to the side to give him space. “These beds are not made for two.”
“You'll have to get onto the attending about that,” you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, first thing tomorrow.”
“Meh, I can persuade him, if you like.”
Robby smirked. “He'll do whatever you say.”
His arm slung over your shoulder and rested there, holding your body into him till your head was on his chest and you could feel the beat of his heart. It was just like you dream. Of comfort and warmth.
Robby said your name in a whisper.
You looked up at him to see his eyes screwed shut before releasing them.
“I...”
You watched the move of his lips. “Robby, you don't have to-”
“No, I want to,” he said. Robby's hand was careful as he cupped your face.
“You don't have to say it just because of what happened.”
“I'm not, believe me, I'm not,” he said. “I love you.”
It was the words you wanted to hear, the words you needed to know, the very thing to finish off your dream.
“Robby-” you interjected.
“I love you,” he smiled, grinning wide at you. “I've said it now, I don't think you'll get me to shut up.” There was fake remorse in his voice, a feigned sort of sorry.
“I can think of a few ways.”
Robby's lips were warm and giving as you puckered your up to his, kissing him slow. If you lost your breath kissing him it'd be a hell of a way to go.
Robby smiled against your lips. “That might work.”
His body half rolled onto yours, the bed creaking in protest. Only when your monitor warned of you losing breath did he pull away and check the machine.
“Get some rest, Robby, you look like you need it,” you said, kissing his cheek slow.
There was fight of protest in him that quickly gave up.
Robby looked up at you, wide eyed. “Can I stay?”
You nodded.
“I love you.”
The words he'd given you, the words he'd never forget to say. The words he'd spoken and would never take back.
→ warnings: jack abbot x fem!reader, fluff & little of angst & tiny smut [very last one], jealous!jack duh [this accidentally turned into a bit of manipulative!jack too], nicknames [angel, sweetheart]
→ a/n: inbox msg!
Jealous!Jack whose jealousy isn’t expressed in a dramatic overt way like when he was younger. No he’s older and a little bit more mature than that, it comes out in a more subtle protective way. Whether you and him are dating or not it’s the same, either way he never will outright say he’s jealous.
He won’t say outloud that you are his but mentally he’s already staked his claim and nobody messes with what’s his.
Jealous!Jack who was trying his best to input something into the computer near the end of shift but he’s since abandoned it and forgotten what it was. Because by the nurses station there you stand talking to one of night shift's new male nurses. Normally he’d just sit and watch, making sure you’re safe as he shimmers with that little green-eyed monster named jealously on his back. So this shouldn’t be the cause for any concern nor possessiveness except that this kid is staring at you like he wants to eat you and Jack is just going to make sure you’re alright at least that’s what he’s telling himself as he heads over a small scowl on his face.
His hand finds the small of your back rubbing at it slightly to alert you he’s behind you and not startle you. “Hey angel, you need a ride home?” he questions, his gaze focused entirely on you when you turn mid conversation to look at him. He feels a sense of satisfaction at the way the nurse stutters a moment and stops his next sentence because you are no longer looking at him.
“Was just gonna take the bus, but if you’re offering” you shrug, a little smile on your face. Jack smirks when out of the corner of his eye the younger man throws in the towel and walks away. “Course sweetheart, go get ya’ stuff” he prompts with a head nod towards the lockers.
Jealous!Jack who lets you drag him from store to store in the mall simply because with the way you stick to his side he hopes it makes people assume you’re dating. He holds every shopping bag, he pays for you for your lunch at the foodcourt, gives his options on clothing you hold up. “Don’t you think that dress is a little short angel?” “Where the hell is the rest of those shorts?” “What about some tights under the skirt?” “Top seems a bit too tight maybe size up sweetheart”
He always makes sure to hold the bundle of bags behind your back, covering your ass as the two of you go up the escalator. His eyes tracking the men behind the two of you as you yap about which should be the next store. Him nodding along with a “Where ever you wanna go, S’ your day angel”
Jealous!Jack who thinks his heart finally stopped beating when you mention something about a boyfriend. He schools his expression even if it’s eating him up inside. Simply telling you “As long as he’s treatin’ you right sweetheart, i’m happy for you”
“Of course he is, and if he wasn’t i know my big strong protector would sort him out” you giggle, teasingly grabbing at his bicep lightly as you say ‘big strong’ and jack can’t help the smirk that grows on his face.
Jealous!Jack who shakes the hand of the man you now call boyfriend with a firm dad like tight grip. Telling him it’s nice to finally meet him even if his face is telling a different story.
When he overhears your boyfriend tell you Jack hasn’t stopped giving him little glares all dinner and it’s annoying him, he smiles as you defend him. “He’s just protective, stop being so weird and be nice” you’d scoff at him before returning to the living room where you sit back down next to him leaving your boyfriend to sit alone in the empty arm chair.
Jealous!Jack that plants little seeds of doubt about your relationship. How your boyfriend doesn’t seem to protect you when walking places, he just stalks ahead and hopes you’re still trailing behind. Knowing you think of how Jack is always right at your side when you walk somewhere together and stays on the side of the sidewalk facing traffic. He tells you how you shouldn’t be the one planning dates or asking for flowers, your boyfriend should know to do it. Hoping you remember how Jack brought you your favorite flowers on your birthday after only hearing you talk about them once, and how he’s the one planning things you like to do for your hang outs.
Jealous!Jack who consoles you when you come crying to him about you fought with your boyfriend and he broke up with you. Holding you to his chest as you sob, petting you head and shushing you softly, “It’s okay sweetheart, he didn’t deserve you anyway” he coos and smirks when you cling on tighter to his body.
Jealous!Jack who when he finally has you beneath him a blabbing fucked out mess, can’t stop muttering “Mine, all mine, finally fucking mine angel” as his hips bounce off yours. “Yeah ya’ my girl now sweetheart?” All you can do is repeatedly nod, his cock hitting your g-spot with damn near sniper precision pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Need to hear you say it baby”
“All yours jack, only yours, fuck don’t stop” you cry out, hands pawing at his stomach. Your words finally end that lingering little green-eyed menace that’s plagued him from the first day he saw another man flirting with you.
→ a/n: not really proofread lol — check out my other jack hcs on this mlist!
Jack Abbot always keeps a picture of you in his wallet.
cw: none, fluff
a/n: I don't know what came into me, guys, I just love an old man I guess.
He carries one of those huge old wallets, he can't even remember when he bought it and the leather is peeling at the edges, but he refuses to toss it away. He same one that's carried scribbled notes and reminders from the people he's loved over the years. It only feels right that you should be among them.
So he carries it with him everywhere, refuses to use apple pay because "Technology isn't that reliable, you know?"
Every time you go out for dinner he's flipping it open and tugging out his credit card, guarded by your smiling face. It's a very simple photo, too. You're sat on a chair at some gathering with friends, the sun is low on the horizon and it casts beautiful shadows over your face. You're looking up and laughing at something just out of frame, at something he said.
When he feels himself slipping—on those early mornings when the sun is just beginning to rise and nothing feels worth it, when he's standing on the hospital roof with his forearms resting on the railing—he'll flip the wallet open and look at your smile.
Sometimes that's all it takes. The thought of someone waiting for him at home is enough to pull Jack back from the edge.
summary: Hooking up with Jack, but there's love blooming. Also, a lot of Mckay in this lol.
Warnings: Sexual explicit content
a/n: I like this one, it's so cute...
Any ideas or requests, don't be shy to let me know!
Thanks for all the love,
you guys are the best <3
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“I need to get fucking laid,” Mckay sighs as she’s in the middle of what seems like an endless amount of charting she has to do.
“Huh?” you turn your head, stopping yourself from typing away on the computer.
“I need sex,” Cassie tells you, fully turning on her stool so she faces you. “It’s been too damn long.”
“Oh.. yeah,” you give her a quick nod. “Me too.”
That's a lie.
You’ve been having sex nearly every day for the last few months. Not regular old sex.. great, mind-blowing, hot, steamy sex. That with no other than the attending of the night shift, Jack Abbot.
A flashback of the two of you from last night pops into your head.
Jack is holding onto your legs, pushing them back against your chest as he’s thrusting inside of you, balls deep. His grunting mixes together with your whimpering, the only other sound to be heard is the soft creaking of the bed.
“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.” Jack praises you, hips moving faster against you as your nails dig into his shoulders where you’re holding onto him. “Such a good girl for me.”
“Feels.. so.. fuck-” you cry out softly, back arching as he keeps hitting that sweet spot inside of you.
“Yeah?” Jack leans down to brush his lips against yours. “That good, huh?” he whispers and watches you nod at him before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
Mckay smacks her hand down on the desk you’re seated at, snapping you back to reality. You look over at Cassie and watch a scoff leave her mouth as she shakes her head softly.
“You’re so full of shit,” she says.
“What?” you furrow your brows, not following.
“You lied,” Cassie states. “You’re lying to me.”
It’s not like you want to lie to Mckay, besides being your colleague she has also become one of your best friends. The two of you share everything with one another, you’ve never not told her about the men you were sharing a bed with.
However.. this time, it’s more complicated.
Jack is a colleague, more than that.. he technically is one of your superiors. You and him have therefore decided that it’s best to keep things quiet, not tell anybody about what’s going on between the two of you.
“You are having sex.” Mckay states, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why haven’t you told me about it?”
“M’not having sex..” you shake your head softly.
“Liar!” she calls you out once more, a shocked look on her face as she can’t believe you just lied to her again.
You look down at your hands in your lap and sigh. It’s an internal struggle, there’s nothing more that you want than to be able to talk to Cassie about what’s going on between you and Jack. It’s just that.. you promised Jack that you wouldn’t tell anybody about it.
“What are we talking about?” Santos wheels her desk chair over to the two of you, in need of a break from her charting.
Mckay turns her head to look at the brunette. “Sex.”
“Oh..” Trinity looks from Cassie back to you before sighing out. “It’s honestly something so good yet it can curse you at the same time.” she says. “I can’t even function around Garcia anymore.”
“Yeah.. well, that’s what happens when you hook up with a co-worker.” Mckay tells her. “Always a bad idea, makes you unable to focus on work anymore.”
She’s not wrong.
You’re lucky that Jack is working on the night shift so you don’t need to treat patients with him. Whenever you see the man during shift changes, you are a mess. Just a look of him is enough to make you weak in the knees. You find yourself a real capable doctor but whenever he’s around, you turn into a lovesick fool.
“Oh my god.. that’s it,” Mckay’s words bring you back to the moment. “That’s why you’re not telling me,” she realizes. “You’re sleeping with a co-worker.”
Color drains out of your face as you hear her words. Santos is all ears, loving the hot gossip, but you can’t get yourself out of this situation fast enough.
“That’s not what it is.” you tell Cassie before getting up. “Excuse me, I need to check up on a patient.” you announce before walking away.
Mckay is quick to stand up and follow you, not believing you one bit. You can hear her walking behind you but choose to ignore it, not knowing how much longer you can keep up with all the lying.
Cassie calls out to you as she notices how you’re pretending not to hear her follow you. There’s no patient for you to go and check up on so you decide to walk straight into the break room, not knowing where else to go.
Mckay walks inside and closes the door behind her by leaning against it. The break room is occupied by only the two of you.
Cassie crosses her arms over her chest and watches you run your hands through your hair, trying to stay strong but easily breaking once you lock eyes with her.
“I’m sleeping with Abbot.” you spill out the truth.
Cassie’s lips part slightly as she takes in your words, still shocked by your admission even though she knew she was right about her hunch.
“Doctor, Jack Abbot?” she questions.
“You know any other Abbot’s that work here?” you glare at her.
“Oh my..” she mumbles, still in shock.
A sigh leaves your lips as you let yourself fall down on one of the chairs around the table. You move a hand over your face, feeling the disappointment settle in as you realize you broke your promise to Jack.
Mckay moves closer towards the table you’re sitting at and ends up placing herself on a chair as well. A loaded silence fills up the room, making the both of you sit back and just give one another a look.
“M’sorry for dragging it out of you,” Cassie is the first to speak up. “Couldn’t help myself,”
“I’d do the same to you,” you tell her, a soft smile spreading on your lips which she mirrors onto hers.
The silence moves back in, your mind racing with a sort of panic. You know Mckay won’t tell a soul but still.. It's somebody who knows, a person that can easily make a mistake and tell someone by accident.
“Didn’t know you liked 'em’ that old.” Cassie says, holding back a smirk as you lock eyes with her again.
“Yeah.. got a thing for older, authority figures with issues.” you tell her. “So, it was either gonna be him or Robby.”
A chuckle leaves her at your words, causing you to laugh as well.
“How is the sex?” Mckay asks, ever so curious.
You look over at her and hold back a smirk. “Amazing.” you tell her. “Like mind-blowing each time.” Your words get Cassie all excited for you. “He makes me come multiple times, every time we have sex.”
“Oh my god,” Mckay’s eyes widen in shock before she starts smirking. “Damn, grandpa still’s got it.”
Laughter leaves your lips at her words before giving her arm a nudge. “Don’t be mean.”
“M’not,” she’s quick to say. “I’m really happy for you.” Cassie sends you a smile. “You deserve to have great sex.”
“Thank you,” you give her a smile back.
Silence falls back over the two of you and that’s when your phone buzzes, you furrow your brows before reaching into the pocket of your scrubs. When your eyes land on the screen, you see how it’s Jack who texted you.
Talk about the devil..
Jack: Can’t sleep.
Jack: How’s your shift going?
This is what’s been happening more and more lately, it’s becoming less about the sex. Not that the two of you are any less physical, but he’s not only reaching out anymore to be intimate. Yesterday, you actually went on a date. He took you out to dinner in a fancy restaurant before you ended up in his bed.
“Is that him?” Cassie speaks up, seeing how you’re smiling bright as you’re staring down at your phone.
“Oh,” you put your phone down and focus back on her. “Uhm.. yeah,”
Mckay gives you a look, a knowing smirk tugging on her lips. It’s like she can see it escaping your body in a cloud of pink smoke, you’re in love.
“It’s not just about sex anymore.. is it?” she asks you.
“Well,” you give her a soft shake of your head before smiling. “I really like him.”
“That’s adorable,” Cassie smiles back at you before growing more serious. “Jack better treats you right.. I don’t care if he's an old vet, I’ll kick his ass.”
Her words make you chuckle out before standing up so you could get closer to Mckay and pull her up into a hug. She’s surprised at first but quick to wrap her arms around you, giving you a good squeeze.
“You’re a really good friend,” you say softly. “M’feeling like I don’t tell you that enough.”
Cassie smiles brightly and holds onto you a little tighter. “I love you, weirdo.”
“Love you too,” you smile before pulling back and looking into her eyes.
“I won’t tell anyone about the Abbot thing,” she is quick to say. “Promise.”
“I know,” you smile even brighter. “And I promise to make it my personal mission to get you laid.”
A chuckle leaves Mckay. “Thanks,” she gives your shoulder a squeeze. “Maybe one of Abbot’s friends?”
“The only real friend he has is Robby,” you say, which makes Cassie pull up her nose in disgust.
“And be one of his many residents on the list he slept with? No thanks.” she is quick to say. “I won’t be one of ‘run-through Robby’s’ women.”
Laughter leaves your lips at his words, leaning into her a bit which makes her chuckle as well as she holds onto you. God.. you’ve missed this, missed being able to talk shit with her.
Like you’ve summoned the man, the door of the break room is being opened and reveals Dr. Robby in the door opening. You and Mckay are quick to stop your laughter, giving one another a look before moving your gaze back to Robby.
“Are you two just hiding in here to chat and giggle?” Robby questions, one hand on the door to keep it open as the other settles on his hip. “We don’t have time for any of this. Patients are pouring in and awaiting care.”
“It was a short break, we had to talk about something.” Cassie says.
“Talk after your shift,” Robby is quick to fire back. “Now, I need you with me in central eleven.” he says while looking at you, this before turning to look at Mckay. “You are needed in north five to supervise Javadi who’s about to get a nail out of a patient’s thumb.”
“Aye, Aye captain.” Cassie salutes Robby but it doesn’t make him laugh, he sends her a glare before letting go of the door and walking away.
“No matter how much he gets laid, it won’t solve any of his problems.” you say which makes Mckay break into laughter.
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Another buzz on your phone makes you stop in your tracks. First, you catch the time as you look down at your screen.. seeing how there are only two hours left on your shift. You’ve been non-stop working after Robby caught you and Mckay, the two of you didn’t dare to take another quick break.
Jack: Ignoring me?
Jack: That’s not how you usually are..
Jack: Are you alright? Shift that heavy?
You feel your heart drop as you realize how you haven’t answered Jack’s earlier texts. Cassie distracted you with her questions.
You: Sorry..
You: Things have been really busy around here
You: See you at shift change?
Before you can put your phone back in your pocket, you feel it buzz again. He answered you immediately, probably awaiting your answer.
Jack: You know it.
A smile tugs on your lips as you read his words. You put your phone away and turn around to find Dana calling out to you, holding onto a tablet.
“Lab report on your patient’s bloodwork is back.” she tells you.
“Thanks,” you take the tablet out of her hand and send the charge nurse a smile before switching your brain back into work mode. Yet.. Jack stays on your mind, he always does.
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Once your shift is over, you go and find Jack where he usually awaits you.
The roof.
You open the door that leads outside and feel the cold air of the night blow in your face. Jack’s standing on the edge, leaning against the railing as he looks out to the city.
As you close in to where he’s standing, you let your eyes travel over his broad shoulders and back. Even his silhouette from behind is attractive.. uhg, the man was truly sculpted by the gods.
“Dr. Abbot,” you say as you come to stand besides him.
A soft smile tugs on Jack’s lips as he hears your voice, feels your arm brush against his. Your proximity makes his heart flutter. He turns his head and locks eyes with you.
“My favorite resident,” Jack says.
“Careful,” a soft smirk tugs on your lips. “You’re not supposed to have a favorite as an attending.” you tell him.
Jack shakes his head softly, lips curling into a small smirk. “I don’t give a damn.” he says. “You're by far my favorite,” he turns to face you some more as you feel your heart beating fast in your chest. “I think you’re my favorite person, ever.”
Now that makes your heart skip a beat, a blush growing on your cheeks.
“You mean that?” you ask him, so soft as you hardly believe he just told you that.
“Do I?” Jack takes a step closer and moves his hand up to brush a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “M’crazy about you..” he admits.
A smile grows onto your lips as your cheeks burn an even deeper shade of red. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Jack chuckles softly before he wraps his arms around your waist, like he has done so many times before. “Does that surprise you?”
“I-” a soft shrug leaves you. “I just thought you liked me most for my body.”
“Well.. I do really like your body,” he tells you, teasing lightly. “But that’s not the only thing I like about you.”
“It’s not?” a smile tugs on your lips.
“No..” Jack chuckles and shakes his head. “I like how you remember the little things I tell you. I like the way you get soft around animals, old people, children..” a smile grows onto his lips. “I like how you have to bake something whenever you’re sad and how you dance around to music like nobody’s watching even if they are.” he tells you. “I like how you can make me smile with just a glance and I like how cuddly you get after sex.”
“I just.. I like you,” he says, moving a hand up to cup your cheek. “I like everything about you.”
Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest as he speaks, his words making you weak in the knees. You’ve never had someone talk about you like that before..
“However, it frightens me as well." Jack speaks up again, making you look back in his eyes. “You’re young.. I’m old,” he says. “You’ve got your whole life still ahead of you and I lived most of mine.”
“Jack-”
“No.. I,” he let his thumb brush against your cheek. “It’s true,” he says. “I’m an old vet with one leg, lots of trauma and a dead wife.” Jack sighs for a moment. “I’m not a catch, sweetheart.”
Instead of saying anything, you lean in and press your lips against his. A surprised hum leaves him before he melts into your touch, hand moving to the back of your head so he could keep you in place.
You pull back to catch some air and look into his eyes, his breathing heavier from kissing you.
“I’ve never felt so alive before.” you tell him. “You make me feel alive,” your words make something soften in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me that you’re older.. that you got baggage, I’ve got baggage too.” you say.
A smile grows on Jack’s lips as he leans in and rests his forehead against yours, holding onto your cheek again.
“I won’t force you into anything.. I know you haven’t dated anyone since losing your wife,” you tell him. “I don’t want to overstep.”
“No,” he’s quick to speak up. “You’re not.”
Jack pulls you into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck as he holds you close. “It feels right.. it does,” he says. “I want nothing else than you to be mine.. only mine,” he presses a kiss against the side of your head.
“I’m yours,” you tell him before leaning back to look in his eyes again. “Been yours since the start.”
A smile grows on Jack’s lips before he leans back in for a kiss. Your eyes flutter close, arms wrapping around his neck as you let yourself melt away under his touch. He kisses you softly, tenderly.. It's like he wants to show through his actions as well that he’s serious about this, about you.
As you pull back, looking into his eyes, a smile is resting on your lips. “Does this mean I’m your girlfriend now?” you ask.
“Hell yeah, you are.” Jack answers, pulling you a bit closer to him as he holds onto your hips.
“Alright.. just so we start this relationship off without any secrets. I need to tell you something.” you tell him which makes the smile on his face fade away.
“What?” he asks, suddenly concerned you’re about to drop a bomb of new information on him.
“I told Mckay.. that we’re hooking up,” you admit, pulling a guilty face as you look at him.
Jack feels a weight lift off his shoulders, the smile growing back on his face. “Thought you were about to tell me something way worse,” he chuckles.
“You’re not mad?” you ask, relieved to see him smile.
“No.. ‘course not,” he tells you. “I told Robby.”
“Robby?!” you nudge him on his chest and send him a shocked look. “As in my attending, Robby?”
“I- well.. yeah,” Jack says. “The guy noticed I was way happier lately and when I didn’t want to tell him the source of my happiness, he thought I was on drugs.”
A chuckle escapes your lips at his words, both finding it endearing that he seemed happier to his friend as terrifying that your superior knows you’re getting down and dirty with Jack.
“God.. he’ll never look at me the same,” you sigh, pulling a face that makes Jack laugh.
“Probably not.. but hey,” he shrugs. “You’ll be seeing him a lot more anyways now that we’re together.” Jack explains. “The man is like a virus I can’t get rid off.”
A laugh escapes your lips at his choice of words, shaking your head softly before looking back into his eyes.
“Like you don’t absolutely adore, Robby.” you give him a look.
“Not as much as I adore you,” he’s quick to say, leaning in some more as your heart skips a beat in your chest.
“You’re really scoring points here,” you tease lightly, looking up into his eyes.
“Am I?” he smirks.
“Yeah..” you say softly before a smile grows back onto your lips. “Who knew Jack Abbot was such a romantic, huh?”
It makes a chuckle escape him before he leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips. Your hands rest against his chest as your eyes flutter close, humming before kissing him back.
The sound of his work phone going off makes the two of you pull back. Jack curses under his breath before picking up, telling Lena who’s on the other side of the line that he’s on his way.
“They need you,” you say and give a small pout.
“Unfortunately..” Jack nods softly, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Tomorrow’s your day off, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” you give him a soft nod, a spark in your chest as you realize he memorized your schedule.
“Why don’t you sleep at mine?” Jack asks you while reaching into his back pocket. “That way when I get home tomorrow morning, I can come home to you.” he smiles as he dangles the key in front of your face.
A smile grows onto your lips and you’re quick to nod, taking the key out of his hand. “Alright,”
“It’s the spare key,” Jack adds. “Keep it.” he says, moving his hands in his pockets and taking on a nonchalant facade, to hide the fact that on the inside he’s dying with nerves about the move he just made.
A blush forms back on your cheeks as your heart is nearly beating out of your chest. This is serious. It makes you realize once more how serious he’s being about this relationship with you.
“Alright,” you tell him again. “I will be putting the most ridiculous keychain on it, just so you know..” you tease, knowing how he always makes fun of your keychains.
“No,” Jack groans out playfully. “Definitely not the pink fluffy heart with googly eyes, that thing creeps me out.”
“Oh Gary?” you arch a brow. “Oh.. he’ll definitely be the one.”
“Fuck..” Jack sighs out, playfully, which makes you chuckle.
The sound of your laughter makes his eyes light up with amusement. He gives you a playful poke in your stomach before taking hold of you again, pulling you closer and pressing kisses onto your cheek and into your neck. It leaves you in an even worse fit of chuckles as you hold onto his arms.
The playful moment is once again interrupted by his phone going off, making Jack groan out. “I need to go.. Lena’s going to kill me otherwise,” he tells you, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips before walking over towards the exit of the roof.
“See you when I get home,” Jack tells you, eyeing you for a moment as he holds onto the metal door.
“Yeah,” you give him a soft smile as your heart is full of love. “See you.”
forever thinking about the fact that perlah alawi also had such a terrible awful fucking shift and managed to smile through most of it. stay her reliable self through most of it. even her emotions over louie didn't take over. she only let herself break on the roof, after the shift was done. perlah alawi I love you so so so much
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Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x wife!reader x toddler!daughter
Warnings: minor angst, sick toddler, accidental ingestion, vomiting, fluff, sleep deprivation,guilt.
Summary: When his toddler daughter secretly drinks half a can of his Coke, a nighttime stomach wrenching crisis ensues. Luckily, Dr. Abbot is on hand to help, though he may have to pay a high price for being a "bad" father.
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and written solely for entertainment purposes.
more dad! fics: dad!pitt ; dad!abbot
The baby monitor crackles to life at 2 AM with a dramatic cry.
"Mama... Hurts... Mama, tummy hurts..."
You bolt upright, the heavy haze of exhaustion vanishing in a second. Slipping out of bed, you hurry to your daughter's room. When you open the door, she’s curled into a tight little ball under her blankets, clutching her knees to her chest, her face flushed and tear streaked.
"Oh, sweet girl, what’s wrong?" you murmur, lifting her into your arms. She feels slightly warm, but it’s her belly that’s rock hard and tense.
She lets out a sharp wail, burying her face in your neck.
You try to think. Did she eat something bad? A stomach bug? Your mind scrambles through the medicine cabinet, but you’re terrified of giving a toddler the wrong dosage or medicine.
Needing help, you grab your phone and dial the one person who always has the answers.
Over at the hospital, the emergency department is in its usual state of controlled chaos. Jack stands at the central desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
When his phone vibrates, he sighs. But seeing your name on the screen, he steps away from the desk into a quieter corner.
"Hey, baby," Jack says. "Everything okay?"
"Jack, I need help," you say, and the panic in your voice immediately puts him on high alert. In the background, he can hear the distinct crying of your daughter. "She woke up screaming. She’s clutching her stomach, a-and it's completely rigid. She’s... I think she's in so much pain and I don't know what to do. What medicine can I give her? P-Please tell me what to do."
"Okay, baby, hey, take a breath. Is she vomiting? Does she have a fever?"
"No fever, she’s just a little warm from crying. No vomiting yet, but she's crying so hard she might. She keeps saying her tummy hurts."
"Is the pain on the lower right side? Does she flinch if you press gently on it?" Jack asks. The fear of appendicitis is always there.
"No, it seems like it's her whole stomach. She's just curled up." Jack pauses, trying to piece every thing you say together. "Jack, did she eat anything unusual today? Anything out of the ordinary when you two were out?"
Silence hangs on the line for a second. And then, the memory of their afternoon grocery run hits him.
The grocery store.
The coke can.
He remembers her sitting in the cart, proudly holding her little juice box, while he grabbed a can of Coca-Cola. He remembers her finishing the juice in five minutes flat, and then pointing her finger at his red can.
“Want that. Daddy, please?”
“No, baby. That’s Daddy’s. It’ll make your tummy hurt.”
But she had been stubborn.
She pouted, she whined, she reached for it. And later, when they got home, Jack had set the open can on the low coffee table while he was distracted trying to put the groceries away.
He remembered the sudden silence in the living room.
When a toddler is quiet, they’re up to mischief.
By the time he had walked back into the room, she was sitting on the rug, the red can tipped back, a dark ring of soda around her mouth.
She had swallowed nearly half the can before he snatched it away. He had cleaned her up, checked her over, and when she seemed fine, he figured they’d dodged a bullet.
He hadn't wanted to worry you, so he kept it to himself.
God, he was an idiot.
"Jack? Are you there?" your voice breaks through his thoughts.
"Ye- yeah, I'm here," Jack whispers, a guilt washing over him. He leans his forehead against the hospital wall, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry. It’s my fault."
"What? What do you mean?"
"This afternoon... when we went to the store," Jack confesses. "I got a can of Coke. She wanted it, and I told her no, but... I got distracted. I left the can on the table. She drank almost half of it before I realized. I thought she’d be fine, but... her stomach can't handle that. It's a massive gas buildup and a caffeine crash."
There’s a beat of silence. "Jack... she's a toddler. Half a can?"
"I know. I know, I’m so sorry," Jack says, his voice cracking. He feels utterly incompetent. He couldn't protect his own daughter from a stupid can of soda. "I should have been paying attention."
"We can deal with that later," you say, pushing your frustration aside because your daughter is still sobbing against your shoulder. "Do I give her medicine?"
"No pain meds yet," Jack says. "Do you have any pediatric gas drops? Simethicone?"
"Yes, I think we have some."
"Okay, good, give her the recommended dose of that. After that, don't lay her flat. Keep her upright against your chest. Rub her back firmly to help her pass the gas. And try to get her to take small sips of water to flush her system, but only if she wants it."
"Okay," you breathe, writing it down mentally. "Simethicone, upright, rub her back."
"If she starts vomiting repeatedly, or if she develops a fever, you call me immediately and bring her here. I'll have a bed ready. But it should start to pass in an hour or two once you give her that." Jack's voice is calm, trying to sound clear, so you understand the indications and calm your nerves. "I am so sorry, honey. I’ll come home. I’ll get someone to cover the rest of my shift—"
"No, Jack, don't do that," you sigh. Your anger softens. "It's okay. I can handle this. Just... stay on the phone with me while I give her the drops?"
"Yeah," Jack chokes out. "Yeah. I'm not going anywhere. Put me on speaker so I can talk to her."
-
When the clock reads 4 AM, Jack finally finds some minutes to check on his family. Because every time he had to suture a laceration or look at a patient’s chart, his mind drifted back to his little girl sobbing because of his carelessness.
He hates himself for calling and potentially waking you if she finally fell asleep, but the agony of not knowing is eating him alive.
You answer on the second ring, your voice sounded exhausted. "Hey."
"Hey, beautiful," Jack breathes."Did I wake you? Is she... how is she?"
"You didn't wake me. I was just sitting on the floor next to her, watching her," you say softly. "She threw up about an hour ago, but she's okay now."
Jack’s stomach drops. He pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes tight. "God. I'm so sorry. I should have come home. Was it bad? Did she choke? Is she—"
"Jack, it's okay," you interrupt gently. "She’s okay. Honestly, I think throwing up was exactly what she needed to get the thing out of her system. Right after it happened, she let out a huge sigh, drank a few sips of water, and went straight to sleep. Her stomach isn't hard anymore."
Jack lets out a long breath but the relief doesn't completely wash away the bitter taste of self reproach.
"I feel like a terrible father," he confesses. "I was right there and I let her get hurt."
"Jack, baby," you say. "You are not a terrible father. This things happen. Maybe you didn't think she would do it. And it's okay."
"That's not an excuse—"
"It's not an excuse, it's reality," you cut in softly. "Toddlers are like tiny silent ninjas. You can look away for three seconds, and they’ve climbed onto the counter. It happens to everyone. Literally everyone."
Jack swallows hard. "She was crying so hard, honey."
"And she’s sleeping peacefully now," you reassure him. "These things happen, baby. Yesterday it was a Coke can. Next week she’s probably going to eat my lipgloss. We do our best, we mess up, we learn, and we keep going. You made a mistake, and then you stayed on the phone and walked me through exactly how to take care of her. You're incredible."
Jack listens to your calm voice, and the anxiety on his chest starts to melt.
"How did I get so lucky with you?" he whispers.
A soft chuckle comes through the receiver. "Because you're a good man, Jack Abbot... Even when you leave carbonated drinks within arm's reach."
He laughs weakly. "I'm throwing all the soda in the house in the trash the second I get home."
"You better..." you say, a playful lilt finally creeping into your tired voice. "We are completely fine here. I promise. Sleepy but fine."
Jack catches the slight shift in your tone.
He can picture the teasing smirk on your face.
He leans back against the wall, a smile appearing on his face.
"You're really annoyed with me, aren't you, baby?" he asks.
"Maybe... A little," you reply instantly, letting out a hum just to provoke him. "I mean, my sleep is completely ruined now but we're okay."
"I know, I know. I'm at your mercy," Jack chuckles, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "How can I make it up to you? Name your price, Dr. Abbot will deliver."
"You are absolutely stopping to grab breakfast on your way home," you dictate, though there's no real heat behind it. "The good stuff. The biggest caramel latte they can legally sell you. Consider it the 'bad dad' tax."
"Done, beautiful. Consider it ordered. I'll bring your favorite. And morning kisses too. Special breakfast for my woman." Jack says smiling like an idiot.
"Good, handsome," you murmur as you look over at your daughter, who is now snoring softly. The storm had passed, and everything was going to be fine. "Get back to work. And, Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you. We love you."
"I love you both, honey, so much," he whispers, his heart swelling with warmth. "See you in a few hours. Go to sleep."
As the call clicks shut, Jack takes a peaceful breath, knowing he has a warm home, a recovering little girl, and a wonderful wife waiting to share breakfast with him.
