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A Volatile Yellow Flame

Dr. Robby x Reader

You had not expected to find Frank's mentor so charming, nor had you expected him to help you so willingly in your time of need and utter embarrassment. Your attempt to repay Dr. Robby becomes something unexpected but the emotional fallout of Pitt Fest has the potential to ruin it all.

My submission for the A Doctor A Day writing event. Had so much fun participating and this ended up being one of my favourite things to write! @letsgobarbs @clubsoft @ananonymousaffair

Prompt #10: "My smiles are a little fake these days, what have you done to me?"

Colour: Yellow

Warnings: Methodical slowish burn, angst, Robby is emotionally constipated of course, unspecified age gap, kissing and vague references to sex but no actual smut. Reader has a uterus and accidental IUD removal occurs.

Word Count: ~3.6k

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It had stung at first, your nearly ten-year relationship fizzling out as all of your friends’ planned weddings and prepared for soon-to-be arriving children but being single was something you had surprisingly quickly grew accustomed to. You enjoyed the independence and freedom after the rather amicable split with your ex-partner. Meeting Robby had been completely unexpected.

You had known Frank for a long time and your quickly blossoming friendship with Abby had guaranteed you an invitation to their shower for baby #2.

Frank waved you over to the grill, where he and two other men stood tending to the food while nursing the few chilled beers Abby allowed them to sneak in.

Doctors Jack Abbot and “Robby”, two names you had heard frequently in Franks HIPAA censored rants and retellings.

Your presence had caught Robby off guard. Your sundress was simple with small yellow daisies embroidered on the flowy hem, it hugged your frame perfectly, and the imperfections of your skin emphasised your natural beauty under the suns glow.

He watched you silently, listening to you tease Frank about welcoming two under two. Robby missed the comment that Jack made as your buttery laugh nearly had Robby falling to his knees. He had to get a hold of himself… not that you were fairing any better.

He was undoubtably older than you by many years, but he was undeniably handsome. Tall and broad shouldered, patches of gray throughout his hair and beard added to your attraction, while wrinkles and laugh lines acquired with aging softened his features.

Jacks elbow landing sharply in his ribs had him nodding along, agreeing that it was nice to meet you before you departed to retrieve the mocktail you had promised the expectant mother.

“Get a hold of yourself, brother.” Jack warned, his knowing smirk continuing throughout the day each time he caught Robby’s gaze wandering across the yard.

“Hey, what’s the deal with Franks friend, uh- Dr. Robby?” You found yourself asking Abby as you helped cleanup the toys and stray drink cups left behind after the barbeque had ended.

“If this is you asking me if Robby is single, then yes, he is very much single.” Abby assured, her mind already swirling with possibilities to bring the two of you together in the near future.

When Abby had mentioned needing a hand with setting up the new nursery, you quickly volunteered your upcoming free weekend. Frank and Robby were none the wiser when that weekend just happened to overlap with their previously planned day of building the new crib over beers and a Steelers game.

You wished Abby had given you a heads up; your faded jeans and worn-out oversized t-shirt suddenly felt too relaxed when you walked into the freshly painted nursery to find Frank and Robby seated on the floor, surrounded by crib pieces. Frank’s foot tapped as he sat with a rather disinterested look on his face. Robby on the other hand looked at ease in his cargo pants and soft sweater, black framed glasses sliding down his nose as he leaned forward to read the building manual.

“Perfect, you’re here.” Frank perked up, nodding the empty space beside him. You stepped over the dissembled frame, avoiding eye contact with Robby as to not blush under his observing, lingering gaze. You knelt on the rug, hands moving to replace Frank’s as he attempted to hold a beam straight.

He immediately stood, stretching his arms over his head before retracing your footsteps to the door. “I’m tapping out”

“We just started.” Robby scoffed in disbelief.

You focused your gaze on the open instruction booklet to hide the way your body flushed from the dual rough and smooth tones of his voice.

“Piecing a body back together? I can do, but assembling furniture is way outside my realm of capabilities.” Frank knocked his knuckles against the pale-yellow wall as he ducked out of the room before either of you could argue, engulfing you and Robby in a slightly awkward silence.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, kid.” Robby shook his head, eyes drifting from the empty doorway to you. He scanned your face, eyes darting to meet yours when you finally found the courage to look up from the instruction manual.

“If it makes you feel better, I did build Tanner’s crib, essentially by myself.” You’re proud of yourself for keeping the nervous shake out of your voice, your teasing tone easing any more awkwardness before it had a chance to settle in the room.

Your third encounter with Robby was unfortunately one of the most embarrassing moments of your entire life.

Robby’s shift had just ended, his body aching and craving sleep but a familiar voice made him pause as he attempted to escape through the ever-so busy waiting room.

“Just stop talking. Please.” Your voice, hushed and harsher than he had ever heard it. His eyes scanned the full chairs; finding you sitting with a man that was roughly your age whom was on the receiving end of your wrath. Your shoulders were hunched, your arms cradling your lower abdomen told him that was the reason you were there in the first place.

Your name leaving his lips felt like a bucket of cold water washing over you. You straightened in your seat to give the illusion that nothing was wrong, but Robby easily spotted the wince and moisture gathered along your lash line from unshed tears.

“Robby?” Your voice cracked from your pain and you curled in on yourself, forehead resting against your knees as you kept your arms wrapped around your midsection. “Ugh, this can’t be happening right now.”

“Hey, look at me, honey.” Robby dropped his backpack onto the floor between your feet, kneeling to meet your gaze. “What’s wrong?”

You swallowed the thickness gathering in your throat, both from pain and embarrassment. “He pulled out my IUD.”

Your words were muffled but Robby heard them loud and clear, one hand subconsciously finding your leg to steady himself. His thumb rubbed along the inside of your knee to comfort you as he glared at the man on your left.

“Come on, let’s get you checked out.” Robby’s knees creaked as he stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder. You stood, your body naturally leaning closer to Robby and away from the culprit of your pain. “You should go, I’ve got it from here.”

“Wait!” Mark- or Mike, you really didn’t care anymore to remember, dug into his pocket, “You might need this.”

You and Robby stared at the small white and yellow plastic piece he had dropped into your hand, the IUD in question that he had apparently been storing in the pocket of his shorts.

“Put this on.” Robby handed you a gown as he led you into a small, empty room. “Luckily, the IUD seemed fully intact but we have to check for any uterine damage, especially if you’re currently experiencing pain. I’m going to grab one of the other doctors to examine you.”

>Hey, I hope it’s okay that I asked Frank for your number

>Could I buy you a beer or dinner as a thank you for the rescue the other night?

>>Don’t worry about it, it’s quite literally my job

>>Tell your boyfriend to be more careful next time

>Not my boyfriend, just some lousy Tinder date

>Are you sure that I can’t buy you a beer?

The quietly growing attraction of your previous encounters had begun to bubble over the moment you met Robby at a local bar for the beer you had promised him. Your yearning increasing as he stood to greet you, his dark washed jeans and buttoned shirt just enough to straddle the line between casual and more. The deep yet subtle spice of the cologne he rarely wore had you in a daze the entire night.

You had been relaxed and casual every other time Robby had seen you but tonight you leaned into sultry. The subtle exposure of skin, soft and glittery under the glow of the neon yellow sign on the wall had Robby feeling as though he had been hypnotized since the moment you sat down. The bar grew louder as the night went on, you had slipped into the booth beside Robby to hear him over the noise. Your warm thigh pressed against his knee and his arm spread across the back of the booth, the space between slowly decreasing until last call from the bartender. Like a gentleman, Robby had insisted on walking you home.

The roughness of his beard felt heavenly brushing against your skin as your lips met in the hall of your apartment building. His large hands cradled your jaw, thumbs pressing into the tender spots behind your ears as he deepened the kiss. Your hands clung to his jacket, clenching the fabric tightly in your fists to anchor your bodies as close as you possibly could.

You gasped for breath, resting your forehead against his shoulder, eyes shut as your chests heaved.

“This is a bad idea.” Robby muttered, lips pressing gently into your hairline. “We should stop.”

“We should stop.” You agreed, voice rough with desire before you dragged him back down to your height to reconnect your lips.

It had been difficult to adjust your schedule at first. You were used to spending your free evenings and days off as you pleased, but the desire to spend every waking moment with Robby ultimately prevailed. He wanted to spend just as much time with you too, craving the comfort of your presence and excitement of your touch.

Carefully planned dinner dates shifted as you grew more comfortable with each other, morphing into quiet movie nights and early mornings spent in bed ignoring the echo of your alarms. Things were good, stable.

Then Pitt Fest happened and everything shifted beneath your feet. Robby had faced a day from hell; the fifth anniversary of his mentor’s death, the discovery of Frank’s addiction, Leah ending up in his care and Jake’s radio silence ever since all wrapped up with a neat bow and thrown onto his doorstep. Jack had called you the minute Robby left the park, worried about his friend’s headspace after finding him on the rooftop. You tried your best to help him in any way he would let you, but you weren’t naïve enough to ignore the way that day had changed him.

You had noticed it first; more nights being spent at home on your couch alone rather than with Robby. You had tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t any one person’s fault, that both of you were guilty of rain checking plans due to your fleeting schedules.

If anyone else inquired, the truth would be made clear by your text chain, exposing Robby’s growing affinity for overtime and covering shifts when he most definitely deserved the day off. The quiet independence you had once savoured and craved began to felt crushing with each changed planned.

Your one-year anniversary had been circled in red on your calendar with a heart, reservation made at the one high-end restaurant in Pittsburgh that you and Robby enjoyed. He had to work of course but promised to leave with enough time to shower and choose his best suit.

You were already anxiously watching the clock when he texted you.

>>Running late

You chewed your lip at its predictability.

>I’ll meet you at your place to cut down on time.

It would cut down the 20 minutes commute between your places and another 20 to the restaurant as it was closer to his apartment anyway.

You stood in front of Robby’s closet, inspecting the three suits he owned. Choosing the tailored black one, you moved onto tie choices, pleasantly surprised by the plentiful options compared to suit choices. You selected the tie that matched closely to your dress without encroaching on cheesy territory. You searched his room for cuff links, settling on the likelihood that they would be tucked away in one of his drawers. You hummed in delight as you found a small black box tucked under his neatly paired socks.

Robby appeared in the doorway as you flipped open the box, both of you freezing as you stared at the sparkling diamond engagement ring.

“That’s not-“ He cut himself off. There was no way to tell you the truth without hurting you in someway. “That’s not meant for you.”

“I was looking for cufflinks.” You shut the box with a harsh snap, returning it to the place you had found it. Your hands began to shake as his words sliced through your chest. “You should change, wouldn’t want to miss our reservation now, would we?"

It was the first time in your relationship that things truly felt awkward. The drive to the restaurant filled with silence, neither knowing what to say. Robby had no idea how to tell you that he had bought that ring years ago, for Heather. He had no answer that would be productive about why he still had it, why he had kept it in that drawer even though he had assured you that their relationship had long been over and they were merely co-workers, and sometimes friends. How could he tell you that she had recently confessed that she had been pregnant with his baby all those years ago? That it had opened his mind to a world of possibilities and what ifs that he had longed for- some that heartbreakingly did not include you.

Dinner was no better, an awkwardness settling over the table as your thoughts ran wild. You were too distracted to hear Robby’s jokes about the menu, or his desperate compliment on how beautiful you looked that evening. Your eyes stayed glued to the candle in the centre of the table, watching the yellow flame flicker as you strained to keep your tears at bay.

You had willed yourself back into the moment before dessert, offering Robby a soft smile as he ordered tiramisu to share just as you had done every other time you had dined there. Your hand rested on his knee the whole drive home, surprised when he arrived to your apartment rather than his. You walked to the door hand in hand, a suffocating anticipation running through your veins. He pressed your body against the door, the moment reminiscent of your first kiss in the same very spot exactly one year ago.

Robby pulled away with a hum, chin resting on your soft hair to savour the familiar scent of your shampoo. “I should go.”

Your disappointment filled eyes searched his large browns ones for an explanation.

“I have an early shift in the morning.”

“Okay.” You accepted his hollow excuse with a nod, fingers clutching the lapels of his jacket as he stepped out of your space. “I love you.”

He paused, leaning forward to place a single, tender kiss on the crest of your head. You lay in bed alone that night, his silence and the absence of him returning the three words keeping you awake. Your mind replaying all of your recent interactions, desperately seeking the last time he had told you he loved you.

Your last relationship had remained perfect until its very last moments, no nasty arguments or infidelity, merely a love that had fizzled into friendship. This time though, you could feel your relationship with Robby slipping through your fingers, it terrified you because you truly couldn’t picture a life without him at your side.

The last place you wanted this conversation to take place was at the hospital, but it was the one place you could guarantee finding him as now he seemed to be avoiding you completely.

Lupe buzzed you into the emergency department, recognizing you from when you would bring Robby that coffee he liked and treats for the rest of the staff. You looked around The Pitt, Robby was nowhere in sight but Jack was hunched over one of the computers.

“Hey, Jack. You know where I could find Robby?”

He studied you for a moment with his usual stare, “Just went towards the pedes room.”

You nodded in thanks, crossing to the opposite end of the department. An anxious sigh escaped you as you turned the corner, spotting Robby and Dana conversing with their backs to you. Your hand a mere inch away from tapping Robby’s broad shoulder when Dana mentioned you.

“How’s your girl doing? It’s been a while since she’s been around.”

“I think things are over between us.”

The words rung in your ears like tinnitus. Robby’s tone that usually offered you comfort suddenly made you feel like you were going to vomit. Jack had noted the small shake in your voice and the uncertainty painted on your face when you had asked for Robby, his concern that something was wrong had him trailing you, wanting to make sure you found Robby okay. In no way did he expect for you to suddenly turn on your heel and barrel into him with tears pouring down your cheeks. He caught your form with a large hand as you stumbled.

“You cannot tell Robby I was here.” You pleaded, fingers desperately swiping at the unstoppable river of tears. “Please, Jack.”

While your relationship seemed to be over for Robby, he had yet to explicably express that to you and delaying his knowledge that you knew what was coming meant you could hold onto him for just a little while longer.

“Please?”

“Okay.”

Your eyes were glued to your phone, doom scrolling through socials without actively stopping to engage with any posts as another episode of the latest trashy reality show played in the background. A thick blanket covered your frame despite the temperature outside leaning toward summer heat. Half a pint of your favourite ice-cream sat melting on the coffee table where a harsh ray of sun peaked through the curtains.

The silliness you felt for letting your feelings control you this much only added to your sour mood; your previous breakup had been a cakewalk compared to this and that relationship had been much more long-term than your year with Robby.

A knock on the door made you frown; an unexpected visitor was the last thing you wanted right now. You decided to ignore it, only heaving your body off the couch as a harsher knock echoed through your apartment.

“Abby, there is a reason why I haven’t answered any of your 30 calls!” Your voiced raised so she could hear you through the door before you yanked it open. Your body froze when you found Robby standing in the hallway, still in his scrubs. You glanced at the clock on the wall above the door, it was barely past 7:00 pm but that meant you had spent the past six hours moping on the couch.

“Jack told you.” You scoffed, leaving Robby standing in the open door as you retreated back to your sunken spot.

“Jack? Lupe asked if you’d found me alright, said she let you back.” He stepped into your apartment, shutting the door behind him. “It’s not like you to show up like that then leave, wanted to make sure you were okay.”

How could he be so sweet and caring while simultaneously ripping your heart out of your chest?

You kept your eyes on the television, cheeks and nose burning as you fought not to cry.

“My smiles are a little fake these days, what have you done to me?” The question is dry and harsh, words aimed to hurt. You no longer felt like yourself, your usual disposition splintered by stress and lingering unknowns. You craved an argument, you needed to see Robby display any type of fight for you before you crumbled in irreparable despair.

“Honey, look at me.” He knelt by your feet just the way he had that day in the waiting room, hands roughly cradling your jaw as he forced you to look at him. “Please, look at me.”

“You told Dana that we were done.”

“I have made so many mistakes. You don’t deserve to spend your nights alone, or to question whether or not you are loved.” His dark eyes wide and glossy, sad and full of desperation. “You deserve someone with their shit together. It’s agonizing that I can’t be that guy for you because I love you so damn much and it kills me to think of you finding that with someone else.”

You lurched forward, arms enveloping Robby as you sobbed into his neck. “But I don’t want anyone else, Michael, I only want you.”

His arms circled your waist, hugging you tightly as he lowered your body from the sharp angle you had been dangling off the couch. One of his large hands moved to cradle the back of your skull, hand soothingly brushing through your hair as he cooed to calm you. “I am so fucking sorry, honey.”

You stayed on the floor, savouring each others warmth as your trashy reality show continued to play in the background. Unbothered by the copious amount of time passing, or the aches filling your body from being on the ground.

“I missed this,” You breathed, “I missed you.”

His cheek rested against your temple, eyes closed as he allowed himself to be soothed by the beating of your heart under the palm he had splayed on your back. “I missed you, too.”

You were still here; you still loved and needed him in spite of all his flaws. He would make it right for you, starting by replacing the ring tucked away in his drawer with one only meant for you.

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millie-multifics · 21 days ago

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Finishing up a new angsty Dr. Robby fic but can’t decide how I want the ending to go…

It has now been posted!

A Volatile Yellow Flame

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millie-multifics · 22 days ago

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Parallel Lines (3)

Dr. Robby x Nurse!OC

Grace begins to notice that Kate and Eric’s attempt at rekindling might not be for the best, while Robby receives an unexpected text.

Warnings: Mentions of PittFest and Leah’s injuries/ death. A little angsty.

Word Count: ~1.3k

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It had been difficult for Grace, not being able to swim while her body healed, ironically swimming had been the only thing that kept her from drowning for so long. She had joined a teen support group to compensate as suggested by Kiara, she had been reluctant at first until she had met a new friend with shared interests and similar traumas. Eventually, with her strengthening support network, she found her way back into the water. Regaining a semblance of normal since her accident; physical scars healed and mental impact slowly healing like a bruise, dark purple to a fading yellow.

Grace had become accustomed to quiet mornings, though on this particular Saturday it felt different. Her father had no meetings marked on the calendar and Kate had three nights off in a row. The aligning schedules was meant to be a welcome occurrence, but Grace could feel a tense shift in the atmosphere from the moment she woke.

Upon finding the door to the master bedroom ajar, she glanced inside; the king-size bed was perfectly made and empty, despite the early morning hour. She checked Charlie’s room, finding her brother tucked away soundly amongst his sheets.

Grace discovered Kate in the living room, curled on the sofa with a thin throw blanket wrapped around her shoulders to block the air-conditioned coolness from her skin. The teen frowned as she took in the sight of her step-mom. The carefully chosen dress twisted uncomfortably on her body, brand new heels kicked off onto the rug and her once perfect makeup was smeared around her shut eyes.

“Kate.” Grace sat on the edge of the cushion, hand softly running along the elder woman’s shoulder to rouse her from her slumber. “Mom.”

The nurse hummed as she blinked blearily up at the teen, fingers moving to rub the stickiness of sleep and flakes of dried mascara from her stinging eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I missed our date.”

“Dad never came home.” Grace whispered the truth, unable to cover for her father’s reoccurring failures as a husband. She loved Kate being home, but now that she had developed a heightened maturity, she could easily recognize the deep cracks in her parents’ rekindled relationship. She briefly wondered how she had overlooked all the issues plaguing the household before the divorce, a sense of guilt filling her every time she caught the dejected flash in Kate’s eyes.

Kate had been unable to contain her excitement the night before as she prepared for the 8 o’clock dinner reservation at the new, trending bistro Eric had promised to take her to the month before. The date circled on the family calendar in bright red marker, no overlapping plans scheduled for that particular Friday night. Minutes ticked into hours; Kate anxiously waited on the sofa for Eric to waltz in with a perfectly rehearsed apology and slightly postponed reservation.

She swallowed the familiar drowning sensation of disappointment and heartbreak as she gave Grace an encouraging smile, the broken gleam in her eye and subtle quiver of her bottom lip impossible to hide.

Grace watched as Kate retreated toward the bedroom, pulling the pins out of her carefully crafted up-do. “Can you wake Charlie up for me? We have to drop him off at his friend’s birthday party on our way to your swim meet and I don’t want either of you to be late.”

The teen fished her phone from her pocket, jaw clenching as waves of anger swept through her. The ringing cut short as he declined her call.

>>Sorry I can’t talk right now

Grace rolled her eyes at the generic message, frustrated that he had not picked up her call to answer her barrage of questions.

>Dad where are you?

>>Golf trip in San Diego… what’s up?

>You bailed on Kate

>Again

She watched the three dots continuously float, impatiently waiting for whatever excuse he would inevitably send. The dots disappeared, without any response coming through.

Robby’s day had started out like any other, heaving himself out of bed with a sigh to face the busy day awaiting him. He left his building wearing his dark sunglasses and air pods to block out the sounds of the world, craving a bit of peace and quiet before he was bombarded with the noise of the Pitt for a minimum of 12 hours.

The cafe stop was now skipped entirely, he’d been settling with the bitter coffee they supplied at work for weeks. That didn’t stop him from glancing in the large window each time he passed by, reminiscing Kate’s soft smile that used to greet him or her warmth invading his as they waited shoulder to shoulder.

The one thing Robby could count on these days was the Pitt’s inability to cling to a schedule as handoffs were interrupted by incoming traumas, extending the nightshift doctors by an extra hour. He had noted that Kate was nowhere to be found when he arrived that morning, not that he had been seeking her out, he was doing his best to respect her wishes for space.

His attempt to remain inconspicuous when his curiosity got the best of him had failed. His subtle prodding of Dana to find out if she knew why Kate was off when their schedules generally aligned was met with a sad, knowing smile. He settled with the thought that she might finally be getting some rest at home, hoping that the next time she attempted to sneak past him in the hallway, she might be rid of the deepening creases settling beneath her tired eyes.

The morning took an unexpected turn just as the nightshift had finally begun to depart, a text from Jake had Robby jogging to catch Jack on his way to the parking garage.

Coasting through the next few hours, Robby’s thoughts preoccupied in every spare moment with facing Jake for the first time since the PittFest mass casualty. There were so many things he wanted to say- needed to say, if the boy would let him. Robby had vaguely accepted that Leah’s death was not his fault, she was beyond life saving measures when she arrived. Truthfully, he now found himself bewildered how her injuries had not killed her instantly, the bullet tearing straight through the delicate muscles of her heart.

He knew that was not something he should share with Jake, but the kid deserved an apology for the harsh words spewed during his episode of panic.

When the dread and haze of his unchecked mental state had cleared, Robby begun to recognize that while he would be haunted by the circumstances of Leah’s death, that did not undermine Jake’s loss of his first real girlfriend. The boy he had had the privilege of watching grow had been a witness and victim of a truly horrific event that would stay with him forever and have life altering effects.

Jack returned a few hours later as per Robby’s early morning request, filling the afternoon. Jack had a unique understanding of Robby, having been key witness to the breakdown of his friends mental state. As soon as Jake was mentioned, he was prepared to cover for him without Robby’s promise of footing the bill next time they went out for a beer.

Robby hadn’t had enough time to stop by his apartment on the way to the recreation center, regretting the extra 10 minutes spent trying to track down a missing Myrna in the emergency department before he left. The air was humid; his scrubs clung to his skin under his weathered navy jacket. The chlorine from the pool water overwhelmed his nose, breaking through the lingering smell of antiseptic.

He easily spotted Jake’s familiar form standing at the edge of the pool, kneeling as he spoke to someone in the water, the swimmer obscured from Robby’s view by the wall.

Robby glanced to the metal bleachers that had been set up on the outskirts for spectators, searching the crowd for the familiar face of Janey, Jake’s mom. He spotted her easily amongst the thin crowd, hands moving wildly as she spoke with another one of the moms.

His approaching large frame cast a shadow, catching the attention of Janey’s unsuspecting companion. His steps faltered as she looked up and their eyes locked. Robby’s brain began to spiral, conspiring that maybe this was all just a dream fueled by his tortured subconscious because surely that couldn’t be Kate sitting with Janey… right?

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millie-multifics · 23 days ago

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The Pitt

Parallel Lines • Series Masterlist

Dr. Robby x Nurse!OC

Kate, a freshly divorced nurse finds a connection with Robby but unspoken feelings suddenly get complicated when one of her step-children ends up in The Pitt.

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Warnings: Contains angst, longing and pining. Mentions of mental health issues, PittFest trauma, divorce. Medical inaccuracies, blood, death (Leah), injuries. OC is a step-mother.

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millie-multifics · 27 days ago

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I get that there is no music in The Pitt…. But what if Robby and Abbot are working the same shift and there’s a patient who requires a second opinion.

They walk into the room and Father Figure by George Michaels plays with a sexy, slow montage as the patients inner monologue then cuts to them just awkwardly standing their as they recognize the daze in the patients eyes even before the witty, flirty comment.

Both men attempt to hide mask their amusement with professionalism, but are internally very smug about it.

A silent but knowing fist bump is exchanged as soon as they leave the patients room.

They still got it.

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millie-multifics · 1 month ago

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Parallel Lines (2)

Dr. Robby x Nurse!OC

Navigating divorce, an injured step-daughter and unspoken feelings fuel complications between Kate and Robby.

Warnings: Head injury description, mentions of death and PittFest events. Angst from all directions.

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In the week following Grace’s injury, Kate took the time off work, too shaken to focus on patient care in the Emergency Department. She spent most of her time at Grace’s bedside, hovering to cater to the girls every need. The long laceration across the back of her head had been expertly stitched, visible due to the shaved strip of hair. Her skin was littered with bruises and underneath it all, a skull fracture- the reason she was stuck in the hospital. Her head injuries brought frequent headaches and dizziness, Kate had made sure the lights always remained dim and that screens stayed out of the room.

Robby found himself missing their morning coffee dates, forgoing the café altogether if he was running late. Glancing to his left in line to find Kate’s usual spot empty, he decided to deliver her a coffee after avoiding her presence since Grace had been moved to the ICU.

The charge nurse greeted him nervously, not used to seeing him unless he was inquiring about the number of beds available to move boarders from the Emergency Department. Robby knocked lightly on the door frame, acknowledging the early hour and Grace’s likely noise sensitivity.

“I’m sorry to intrude,” Robby apologized as he met the teens exhausted eyes, “I was hoping Katherine would be here.”

“She took Charlie to school. You can wait for her, she should be back any minute.”

Robby slowly entered the room, cautiously claiming the plastic chair at the girl’s bedside. It was quiet for a moment, neither knowing how to fill the silence.

“How are you feeling?”

“Are you her new boyfriend?”

The questions overlapped, jumbling in the space between them. Robby hesitated, hoping that she would answer first to divert the attention but she merely stared at him expectantly.

“Just a co-worker, and a friend.” He assured. Although the lines of the relationship had previously been blurred and if the question had been asked the previous week, he may not have been able to answer it truthfully.

“It’s my fault they got divorced.” She sighed, her head sinking into the shallow pillow until her eyes found the stained ceiling tiles. “My boyfriend died, I went catatonic. They moved us to Pittsburgh for a fresh start, look what good that did them.”

Robby pondered her confession, his mind finding the sharp similarities between Grace and his own Jake. Suffering a loss so profound at a young age with hope for future unknowns, lives lost and broken under unforeseen circumstance.

“Look, I don’t know the details, but whatever happened between your parents ran deeper than that.” Robby naturally entered philosopher mode, something he had adapted to help patients and students work through and digest their concerns. “Kate loves you and Charlie; she misses you both very much and she talks about you all the time.”

“Dr. Robby.” Kate sounded a mixture of surprised and scolding as she stepped into the room, drawing the attention of both occupants. She nodded toward the door, gesturing for him to follow her as she stepped back out into the hall.

“Take care, Grace.”

Robby gave the teen an encouraging smile before turning to face the stern looking nurse. He held out the familiar cup, latte cooled but holding at a drinkable temperature. She took the beverage with her eyes cast to the floor, accepting the drink with a growing sense of guilt.

“I think-” She paused, dragging her eyes from the floor to meet the expectant brown eyes of the Attending like he could sense what was coming next. “Dr. Robby, I think you should stop bringing me coffee.”

Robby nodded, head swinging up and down wildly in acknowledgment, the sounds of the ICU drifting further away as he listened to the whoosh of his blood as his heart pumped it around his body.

“I understand.”

“She switched to nights.” Dana had explained the first morning when she spotted Robby hovering around the nurse’s station resembling a lost puppy. “Said it’s easier for her right now, she can take Charlie to school and keep an eye on Gracie during the day.”

Robby hummed, sipping his sweet but bitter coffee to hide the taste of nicotine on his tongue. The vice which had been sidelined was once against front and center of his mind during every quiet or stressful moment.

“So that’s it? Just going to snuff out whatever it was going on there?”

“Her family has been through enough without me potentially blowing it up. I think she’s made it clear what she wants.” He pushed down the creeping unease, attempting to steal the visible emotions in his gaze as the Residents and med students gathered for rounds.

There she was, just like every morning, rushing to collect her things from her locker right at 7:00am. It was impossible to miss as it gleamed under the bright lights, implications clear, the diamond ring sitting pretty on her left hand as if it had never been removed. Robby’s eyes lingered for a moment too long, long enough for her to notice the hurt in his gaze. Guilt slowly crept in as she pulled her sweater over her shoulders, keeping her hand and the ring tucked into the sleeve.

Kate sat in her car in the employee parking garage, silence settling in as her hands gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. She knew that Robby had been doing his best to hide his emotions, to respect her wishes. The sliver of hurt that remained struck her deeper every day; the unspoken potential they had skirted around for months suddenly smothered into ash.

It felt wrong, trailing two steps behind her own life. Kate honestly did not know how it got this way, a dull ache settling in her chest as she attempted to cling onto any semblance of normalcy.

Her sleep schedule had become non-existent; working the night shift, dropping Charlie off at school, caring for Grace during the day, picking Charlie up from school, dinner and repeat. She was running off of fumes, and short stolen naps during odd hours of the day.

She hadn’t stepped foot into her townhouse in months, settling back into the family home with a duffel packed with essentials. The house, the ring, Eric- she had yearned for her life back since the moment it fell apart, but now it felt wrong. Her marriage had crumbled beyond repair long ago, now she struggled to pull her head above water to accept why it had ended in the first place. His prolonged absences and tendency to brush her aside echoed loudly between the walls, yet the small re-introductive taste of the domesticity had Kate convinced leaving the kids for a second time would completely tear her apart.

Her phone rang in the passenger seat, tearing her from her sleepy thoughts. Eric was calling, likely wondering if she would make it home in time to drive Charlie to school.

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Parallel Lines (1)

Dr. Robby x Nurse!OC

Navigating divorce is hard, made more difficult by the relationships Kate built with her step-children. Robby understands her situation in a unique way and helps comfort her when one of her kids ends up becoming his patient.

Warnings: Mentions of drowning and injury, divorce, a little bit of angst, a yearning Robby with Pitt Fest Trauma, OC has step-children.

Word Count: ~1.8k

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Though quite new to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre, Kate had learned quickly that there was never a dull moment. She found herself fitting well on the dayshift; quickly falling into natural motions with the charge nurse, Dana and Chief Attending, Dr. Rabinovitch.

Kate’s switch to PTMC- or as the Emergency Department lovingly referred to as “The Pitt”, was accompanied by back-to-back life changes. Her family had moved from California, finding their way into a quiet Pittsburgh suburb. Eight months later she found herself moving from the family home to a two-bedroom walkup deeper in the city, fresh ink on divorce papers heavy in tow.

She had grown accustomed during her eight years of marriage to waking before the sun, readying herself before coaxing the kids out of bed with the promise of a delicious breakfast to start their day. Now that her apartment was empty and quiet, she still rose before the sun, spending extra long under the heat of the shower and grabbing a half-charred piece of toast on her way out the door.

The apartment was close to the hospital, so she always walked, even when the clouds opened over the city to release a downpour that surely put a damper on Saturday plans.

It had become routine to stop at the Café between her building and the hospital for coffee. She had unexpectedly gained a morning coffee buddy a few weeks prior, having quite literally bumped into Dr. Robby as he exited the very same Café on a particularly tired morning.

Kate glanced at the clock centered on the chalk written menu board; he was already running late so she went ahead and added his coffee to her. A simple black coffee, two sugars. He had confessed it was an order he had grown accustomed to when he was a smoker, needing the sweet to battle the burnt bitterness the Tabacco and nicotine left lingering in his mouth- he had quit some months ago but not without great difficulty.

She waited outside with the two paper cups. Umbrella tucked in her elbow to block out the moisture as she patiently waited. She spotted him first, the familiar navy hoodie hanging off his frame. His head was ducked to avoid the large, wet drops; it must have started to rain after he had already begun his journey as there was no umbrella in sight. She stepped forward to match his pace, the large paper cup slowed his steps as it came into his view. He glanced over at her with surprise, having not spotted her on approach. He accepted the coffee as he removed his air pods, ducking under the dry sanctuary of the umbrella as she lifted it to accompany his extra height.

“Morning, Dr. Robby.”

“Good morning, Katherine.” He sipped the warm beverage, sighing as his body accepted its first taste of caffeine of the day. “Coffee is on me next time.”

She brushed it off with a small knowing laugh; he was never early enough to beat her to the coffee counter. “Shall we?”

He nodded, stuffing his free hand in his pocket to keep it from naturally finding the small of her back to keep her close while they walked. They stepped between two parked cars, silently waiting as traffic thinned enough for them to cross the street to the hospital.

Dana was observant, she also how to be discreet when it was needed. She had noticed on the fourth occurrence of Kate and Robby arriving together, same coffee cups with distinct orange markings. They would part ways to visit their lockers and proceed with the day as if they were merely colleagues, but Dana had picked up on underlying tones, ones which Princess and Perlah had yet to notice. Dana knew the pair had two options; they could leave it unacknowledged, the ease they felt in each other’s presence that led to soft looks and subtle jokes, or they could face the unknown and just go for it.

The charge nurse knew Robby well, they had worked together for a very long time, and she had seen the various periods of struggle in his life. The breakdown of his relationship with Janey, the internal struggle with his initial feelings for a younger aspiring Dr. Collins, the choices that had to be made surrounding Adamson’s death, and in the months since Pitt Fest, the loss of Leah and growing distance of Jake. The man simply needed something good in his life, not that it would fix everything but maybe give him the motivation to face it.

Kate was quiet but she was experienced and good at her job. Dana could sense a lingering sadness surrounding the breakdown of her marriage. She had once opened up to her new friend about the circumstances surrounding the successful lawyer she had married; the two wonderful stepchildren she had the privilege of helping raise - how it had all come crashing down faster than she could breathe. But the world kept turning slow and steady.

It was around midday when Kate felt like the world had halted, flipped on its axis and spun out of control while her body froze, unable to step into Trauma One of the Emergency Department.

“Got an incoming, teen drowning victim with a head lac. ETA 4 minutes.”

Kate had been returning from her locker when Dana made the announcement, the five-minute break to devour a protein bar was much needed at this time in the day. Her chest tightened as she met Robby’s eyes, knowing their thoughts were shared. A child, a teen, the unimaginable to any parent.

“Hey, is this your phone? It’s been buzzing non-stop for the past few minutes.”

It was indeed her phone; she caught a glimpse of the contact photo before it flashed off the screen. She scooped it off the desk, panic brewing in her chest at the 15 missed calls all from the same number. She redialed, biting at her lips as she listened to the phone ring.

“Mom!” Pure panic replaced the usually small voice of the ten-year-old on the line.

“Charlie? What happened?” She tried to keep her voice level, clear of the panic gripping her chest as to not further alert the boy. Her hands shook and she had to brace herself against the tall counter as she waited for the inevitable.

“Grace.” The boy sobbed, “We went to the pool, and we were playing around, but she fell in and was bleeding.”

She angled the phone away from her mouth, reaching up to cover the microphone.

“My kids.” She breathed, choking back her own sob that threatened to escape. “Robby, those are my kids.”

Something flashed very briefly in Robby’s eyes, something akin to doubt; the reminder of Leah and the consequences of not being able to save her no matter how hard he had tried. The reminder of what he had lost before he steeled his emotions, stripping off his hoodie, replacing it with a gown and gloves as he followed nurses and residents into the ambulance bay.

The wail of sirens echoed through the phone and from outside, pulling her back into the moment. “I’ll be right there, baby.”

Her phone clattered to the floor as she attempted to put it into her scrub pocket, not bothering to retrieve it as her feet carried her into the bay.

The ambulance jolted to a stop, the door slammed open and the doctors rushed forward, vital information being shouted by the paramedics as the gurney rushed past.

Kate stood back, standing off to the side knowing her emotions were much too strong to do anything useful in the moment. There she was, her Gracie; hair wet with a mixture of chlorinated pool water and thick, sticky blood. Skin pale, lips borderline blue, pulse there but weak.

“Mom!” Charlie leaped from the back of the ambulance, arms circling Kate’s waist tightly as he cried into her hip.

Robby found her two hours later. She was sitting in the waiting room with her head in her hands- it was the only way she had been able to get them to stop shaking. He silently sat in the chair next to her, offering her a familiar paper cup containing her favorite latte. Robby had bribed an intern to go to the Café to retrieve her order; a latte with only a single pump of vanilla syrup.

“Charlie was supposed to be at home, but the sitter cancelled so Gracie took him to the pool with her.” Kate’s voice was rough. She had taken the opportunity of Charlie exploring with Mateo to let out her bottled emotions. “Gracie is a competitive swimmer, spends most of her time at the pool.”

“The paramedic’s said Charlie was the one who started CPR when the lifeguard froze.” Robby had been stunned when he first heard it. The lifeguard had lost composure when she had been pulled from the pool, not breathing and heavily bleeding. “You should be very proud.”

“I am.” She sipped the warm beverage to clear the thickness in her throat. “I am so proud of both of those kids. It hurts not seeing them every day. I still go to her swim meets and his little league games, they stay over sometimes but it just feels like someone ripped the biggest part of my heart out of my chest all the time.”

Robby gently grasped her hand from where it was gripping the plastic arm of the chair, wanting to offer her comfort in a situation he was all too familiar with. He had experienced it with Jake; adaptions in life and schedule made to accompany family time, sitting at the dinner table to help battle through math homework or just the simplicity of knowing they were safety across the hall asleep at night. Having a child brighten your life, only for it to all fall apart one day with no official claim to cling onto, that connection grown in your heart left in purgatory.

“Katie.”

The voice had her pulling her hand from Robby’s larger, warm one as if his touch burned. She stood from the chair, careful not to spill her coffee as she flung her arms around the well-suited man approaching.

“Eric.”

It was her sigh of relief as she said his name that made Robby stand, his gaze lingering at their soft touches before he wandered back to the Emergency Department. For weeks he had thought that they had the potential to be more, attempting to push away his cynical thoughts that he was not worthy of love and companionship, but now he had seen maybe that voice of doubt had been right. She was freshly divorced, the love and care palpable between the two embracing forms in the hospital hallway.

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Miles to Go

Jack Abbot x f!Attending!Reader

The Kraken brings noise to the Pitt, and well, you don't do well with noise as Jack learnt the hard way.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, PTSD and vague descriptions of domestic disputes. A little angst between Jack and Reader.

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Hour Seven: On The Rocks

10:00am

One thing you had talked to your therapist about was the new, crippling anxiety that struck you in confrontational situations. Together you deduced its cause being your attack, the aggressor being forceful and loud had activated these components as being triggers to quickly unravelling anxiety attacks.

It was why you were in a supply closet, hiding from the abundance of noise that had suddenly filled the Pitt. Nurses and security rushed about outside, placing bets on the whereabouts of the ambulance that had been stolen from the bay. No one else seemed affected by the yelling coming from the behavioral room that had been housing an agitated psych patient, but it had startled you. The first yell had made you momentarily freeze before checking your immediate surroundings for any sign of danger, quickly wrapping up with the patient you had been with to investigate. The longer his loud yells and thumping of his body being thrown around the bed went on, the more you found yourself feeling affected. Your skin itched and your hands shook as your brain slowly fogged with a growing level of panic. You ducked into the closest empty room, a small supply closet that was rarely ever accessed.

Your fingers shook as you dug your cellphone from your pocket. You had intended to call your therapist, allow them to ease the heavy overwhelming sensation settling in your chest but you instinctively clicked on Jack. Your thumb hovered over the call button, debating if you deserved being selfish for a second, craving to hear the roughness of his voice even though he was at home, presumably asleep.

You often found yourself awake at night, unable to sleep without the comfort of Jack in your bed. You both masked your feelings with logic; it made no sense to get a restless 8 hours of sleep at opposite times when you could get restful sleep at the same time. He used your shared moments in the morning to motivate himself to finish handover on time; though on this particular morning, extra time was unavoidable. Your quiet morning of reading medical journals was interrupted by the deep yell of your upstairs neighbour. Quickly the young couple’s early morning tilt escalated into a full-blown argument, complete with loud yelling and stomping of feet. You could feel it creep up on you, the unexplained itch. Noise had never bothered you before but as the clash continued your hands developed a tremor and a cold sweat prickled up your chest to the back of your neck.

You needed something to block out the noise.

The removal of your heavy cast and introduction of the more mobile walking boot had been a welcome development. Crutches had replaced the wheelchair as your collarbone and ribs healed, allowing you to get around your apartment at a reasonable speed. It made the journey to the kitchen much easier. You leaned against the granite countertop as you cut the stems off a handful of fresh strawberries, tossing them into the blender with a scoop of yogurt, half a banana, ice and a splash of milk.

The volume of the pulsing blender as it crushed the ice was welcome despite the early morning hour, the hum covering the screaming that travelled through the thin ceiling.

The smoothie was past smooth when you turned the machine off, the drink a thin pink liquid as you gripped the blender in your hand to hop across the kitchen for a cup.

Only you had yet to notice the strawberry that had fallen on the ground moments earlier, your heel landing on it perfectly had a surprised yelp escaping your lips as your foot slid across the tiled floor. Smoothie and glass rained down around you as your back hit the floor, a groan escaping as the air was forced from your lungs upon impact. You wheezed as you lay in the cold liquid, luckily untouched by any glass shards of your now broken blender.

“What the fuck?” Jack had arrived home at the wrong moment, an hour late and it happened to be the moment your laughter shifted to tears. He was by your side in an instant, doing his best to kneel despite the ache in his leg.

“I’m fine.” You frantically wiped the tears from your eyes, batting away his hands as they hovered over your body to assess for injuries. “Jack, I’m fine.”

“Why on earth are you making a smoothie this early anyway?” He grabbed your forearms, balancing himself on his good foot before he helped lift your body off the filthy floor. He helped you lean against the counter to help steady you on your feet. “Couldn’t wait until I got back to help you?”

“I can make a smoothie, Jack.” The lingering prickle sparked in your chest, a new fog creeping in the edges of your vision as you watched him gather paper towels to mop up the mess. “I slipped on a damn strawberry. I can make a smoothie on my own, I can be on my own!”

“You could have hurt yourself.”

“I said I’m fine!” The intensity of the words felt like they had exploded right out of your chest.

“Hey, take a breath.” Jack recognized it, being all too familiar with the turmoil that seized you. He had been waiting for it truthfully, waiting for you to break down and let it out. He thought it would happen sooner, but you had a self-determination that withstood even his own threshold.

“No, I’m not going to take a breath.” Your chest heaved, the anxiety digging its nasty hooks into you once and for all as you stood chest to chest. “I keep telling you that I am fine, you are the one who is not hearing me!”

“Just because it’s expected of us to be okay, doesn’t mean we have to be!” Jack recognized his mistake as you flinched. It had been unintentional but his volume rose to meet yours as determination to get through your stubborn exterior clouded his sense.

“Y-you should go.” Your voice cracked as your eyes welled with unwept tears.

Jack was sure his heart cracked along with your voice, his hands gently raising to cradle your face. His warm palms caressed your jaw, his thumbs brushing away the slowly escaping tears from your cheeks. “You don’t have to be okay.”

“Jack, please,” His distraught gaze was drawn to your teeth sinking into the flesh of your bottom lip. You leaned close, shattered breaths mingling with an inch of separation until your hand pushed softly against his chest. “Please go.”

“Everything okay?”

The sudden voice startled you, your phone clattering to the tile as it slipped from your grasp. Samira had been passing by when she noticed your form through the small window, standing eerily still with a faraway look in your eye. She had not meant to startle you, but grew concerned the longer she observed you. You quickly bent down to pickup your phone as the dial tone echoed loudly from its speaker, you must have hit the button to call Jack before you dropped it. You quickly cancelled the call, hoping that you had not in fact interrupted Jack’s rest, despite how badly you craved his comfort.

“Everything is fine.” You assured her, “I am fine.”

It was a lie of course, one that she easily recognized. It was quiet for a moment as she studied you, the way you tried to shift all your weight to your right foot without being noticed. “Did your physiotherapist give you any conditions for your return to work?”

“A proper pair of orthopedic shoes,” You tapped the stiff rubber sole against the tile, “And frequent rest breaks.”

She nodded thoughtfully, assessing your condition and treatment as she slipped into doctor mode. “Come with me.”

She kept a close eye on you as she led you through the Pitt, toward the staff lockers. It was quieter here, not even the muffled yelling could be heard unlike the supply closet. You watched curiously as she opened her locker, retrieving a neatly folded item from the top shelf before handing it to you; compression socks. “Wear these, they should increase circulation and help alleviate some of the pain.”

You accepted the socks gratefully, silently cursing yourself for not having the thought yourself before leaving for work in the morning.

“I’m really sorry for icing you out.” You hesitated, not because the apology was unnecessary but because of the genuine weight of regret for shutting your friend out. “I should have called you back, but I didn’t know how to feel about what happened, and I let it linger and fester for far too long.”

A crease formed between her brows as her eyes filled with care. “And now?”

“It’s getting better.” You were honest, “Jack helped me a lot, he gave me a card for his therapist so I’ve been working through it, properly.”

“Good.”

“Look Samira, I think you should know that Robby asked me to keep an eye on your pace.” You were honest, not wanting to create any more distance with one of your closest friends. “I’m not trying to start any problems, but I had to be honest with you.”

“It’s a rough day for him.” She sympathized, understanding her flaws while accepting the microscope Robby’s irritability brought upon them all today.

“Regardless, you are super fucking smart, Samira. You see the bigger picture and if you can’t then you find a way. You’re an amazing teacher, blunt when you need to be and compassionate when it matters. If you have any questions or want to present a case that won’t earn an exasperated sigh, I want you to come to me, okay?”

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Haven't updated because I have been working to edit Hours 0-6, to fix my cold induced rambling and inaccuracies.

Hour 7 is nearly complete, will be posting it tomorrow!

And I have a poll posted for scenarios regarding an upcoming fic.

The Pitt

Miles to Go • Series Masterlist

Jack Abbot x Attending!Reader

Your first day as an Attending ended in a tragedy that has Jack facing feelings he thought he could bury. You find yourself readjusting to the pace of the Emergency Department, but absolutely no one could predict what the shift would bring.

Hour Zero - 3:00am -Edited May 24th

Hour One - 4:00am -Edited May 24th

Hour Two - 5:00am -Edited May 24th

Hour Three - 6:00am

Hour Four - 7:00am

Hour Five - 8:00am

Hour Six - 9:00am

Hour Seven - 10:00am

Hour Eight - 11:00am

Hour Nine - 12:00pm

Hour Ten - 1:00pm

Hour Eleven - 2:00pm

Hour Twelve - 3:00pm

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Warnings: Contains themes and acts of violence, death and severe injuries. Mentions of blood, malpractice and medical inaccuracies. Angst, sadness, a yearning Dr. Abbot, relationship things.

Non-specified age gap but reader is a new attending so late 20’s/early 30’s

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Can I please be added to the taglist for Miles to go?

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Soooo if Robby and Colins were a thing when she was a Med Student, do we think he dated Jake’s mom before or after that? Like was Jake just a kid when they were together? Or did they date after Rollins was a thing?

Scenario 1:

Robby working at PTMC as a plain ol' Attending under Adamson, meets Janey super mundanely: at a supermarket or maybe a blind date. Before he knows it, he’s inviting the most important people in his life to Jake’s fifth birthday party to meet his two newest important people. He’s actually taking a step back from the hospital by accepting his days off to take Jake to the Aquarium and maybe requesting a day or two off every once in a while to chaperone school field trips. Then suddenly it’s over, small rifts that built over the years caused the relationship to crack and crumble. Robby moves into a small apartment to prevent the uprooting of Janey and Jake's lives because he's sure the whole situation is already hard enough on the prepubescent middle schooler. It’s hard at first, he throws himself back into his work, not willing to risk the loneliness the separation had caused him. He had loved Janey of course, but something about Jake not being around hit him harder. No more rushing to sports practices after work, no more sitting at the kitchen table going over math equations, no more movie nights pretending he wasn’t falling asleep. When he checks his phone at the end of a shift one day he finds a missed call from her, and he panics because it has been months of no contact... what if something bad had happened?

He calls back, anxiety eating at his chest as the phone rings.

"Jake has a big anatomy project due tomorrow, refuses to accept my help."

Robby goes there straight from work and it starts the reconnection, not between him and Janey, but with Jake. Especially after Jake gets an A+ on the project thanks to Robby's help.

Things start to get lighter for the Doctor again, maybe a little too light when he finds himself endeared with one of the Med Students on rotation. She's smart as a whip, listens and learns but isn't afraid to take charge... it doesn't help that he thinks Heather is absolutely beautiful. He does his best to keep things professional, but they fall into a natural cadence of teasing remarks and soft private moments. Her rotation in The Pitt ends and they try to make it work but for Robby eventually all good things find their inevitable end. They think its over for good, until her residency match is his Emergency department.

Scenario 2:

His relationship with Colins is remarkable, full of love and passion which is what brought its demise. She wanted to focus on her career moving forward, she had so much to learn and the pregnancy she had kept secret only solidified her thoughts on their breakup. Robby did his best to pick up the pieces and move on. He had met Janey months before the pandemic, their time separated by quarantine as he spent his time exhausted moving between the on-call room and his empty apartment, phone charge always low from the countless hours spent on facetime with her and Jake to feel like he had a light at the end of a very dark tunnel.

Then he lost Adamson and pulled back from everything, pushing himself to step up and be who his staff in the Emergency Department needed. But Janey was there when protocols fell away, when quarantine and six feet shrunk to resemble pre-pandemic society even when people were still getting sick, still dying. He brought fresh baggage which complicated the relationship. He bonded with Jake quickly being the only steady male figure the teen had. He would take him to the local park to shoot hoops, regular tickets to the Penguins and Steelers games, bringing himself to the teens level if he ever needed advice. The breakup was hard, but for no one more than Jake who had already been abandoned by one man. Robby assured him that he would always be around when he needed him, that just because things didn't work out with his mom he wasn't going to jump ship on Jake.

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Miles to Go

Jack Abbot x f!Attending!Reader

While offering to take some stress off Robby's plate, you accidentally implicate yourself in the question of Jack's sleeping arrangement.

Warnings: Mentions of death, trauma and insomnia. Crossing boundaries, cuddling, softness.

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Hour Six: Sleep Deprivation

9:00am

You found Robby leaning on the banister outside the family room, claiming a second of peace away from the eyes of the Emergency Department. Today of all days, he felt it tenfold, the eyes of the Pitt watching his every movement. Patients and their families awaiting care and answers were usual, but the watchful stares and whispers of nurses and doctors acutely aware of why he had not worked this specific day in the past 4 years.

“Hey Dr. Robby, sorry to interrupt your silent moment.”

“So pray tell, why interrupt it?”

“Dana mentioned you were with the family of Jack’s patient so I figured I would check in; it hasn’t exactly been an easy morning for you.”

“And I promise, if you answer it honestly, this will be the only time today that I ask you this.”

“There are rats running around the Pitt, a missing at-risk teen, I have multiple families understandably unable to accept the deaths of their loved ones and a med student who lost their first patient in the hallway.” Robby sighed, hands moving wildly before settling onto the base of his neck to rub at the knot in his tense muscles. “Is everything in your apartment vintage?”

“Feeling sore?”

Robby nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets before slowly leading you back toward the Pitt.

“How did Jack sleep on that couch daily and manage to stand upright?”

“He told you he slept on the couch?” You prodded, curiously.

“I assumed.”

You hummed, acknowledging his words as you felt unsure whether to be amused or disappointed by Jack’s choice of secrecy.

Your first night home from the hospital, Jack unfortunately had to work. He had brought you home, fed you dinner then tucked you into bed, using cushions to stabilize your injured limbs. He left a glass of cold water on the nightstand next to your pain medication in case you needed it and the fan on in the corner to counter the summer heat. When he returned the next morning, he had an armful of groceries to restock the fridge and an air mattress which he set up in the corner of your living room. The inflatable had lasted a mere 48 hours. You had felt guilty watching the Attending struggle to achieve a restful 8 hours of sleep between shifts, insisting that he should go home for rest, but he refused.

On the third morning of Jack attempting to sneak into your apartment without waking you, he found you wide awake. You had moved to the couch during the night, stretching your body down its length with pillows holding you together. The whirlwind of pain and exhaustion had given way to the trauma of your experience; your apartment too dark and quiet to shut your eyes. He observed you for a moment in the soft glow of the tv screen, the crevices under your eyes deeper than he had ever seen them during your residency.

He convinced you to try to sleep, assisting you back into your bed. He closed the curtains to block out the sun, tucking the blanket up to your chin. Your eyes instantly began to droop from the comfort, the soft creaks of Jack moving around the apartment alleviated the silence.

“Jack?” It was meek, he had almost missed the way your voice called out for him as he passed by your bedroom. He paused, damp towel still brushing against his salt and pepper hair to remove the beads of water clinging to his curls from the shower. “Jack?”

He stepped into your bedroom, worry gripping him as he scanned your bed. “Need something?”

“Could you lay with me for a while?”

Confliction echoed through his head as he sat on the edge of your bed. You were a resident- wrong, you were now an attending. He was no longer your boss or teacher in the same capacity that he previously had been. It still felt vaguely inappropriate being here with you, in your bedroom, your eyes shining up at him with the raw fear of rejection. Want filled his chest as he met your gaze, he wanted to be here with you, he wanted to be the one to help you get back on your feet. He wanted to be the subject of your soft, thoughtful gaze.

“My leg, is it okay if I-?”

You nodded so fast it made you dizzy, a breath of relief escaping your lungs. “I don’t mind.”

He removed his prosthetic, leaning it against the bedside table before lowering his body onto the empty side of the bed. His hands rested idly at his sides as he stared at the ceiling, letting the silence grow comfortable in the room. He heard your low groan and felt the mattress shift as you rolled to lay on your side.

“It’s only been a few days, but I miss it, despite everything.” You confessed into the quiet, “I miss the never-ending hum of the Pitt and the mess of it all. It’s too quiet here, too hard to fall asleep without that bone deep exhaustion after a 12-hour shift.”

Jack huffed a short chuckle, knowing exactly what you meant. It was nearly impossible for him to get good rest on his days off, his mind and apartment too quiet for sleep to truly settle in.

“That’s why I always keep a police scanner on at home, to fill that silence.” He rolls to face you, arm bending to rest under his head for support. “And to be ready, just in case I’m needed.”

Now your faces were inches apart, eyes locked in a soft gaze. Your deep breaths of relaxation grazed each others skin. His eyes remained on your face, calculating as you looked down, taking in the darkened splotches of gray on his shirt from water droplets soaking through the soft material. The shirt clung to his broad chest, hugging his solid biceps but loose around his soft midsection. For the first time you had a clear view of his military issued dog tags as they hung out of the shirt. Without thinking, your fingers reached for the cold metal, tracing the ingrained letter with the soft pad of your finger.

The cool metal chain slid around his neck, his eyes shut, and a soft sigh escaped as he fought against a shiver. Your body instinctively leaned closer to meet his warmth, until the pressure on your collar made you wince. Jack braced himself on one strong forearm, maneuvering his body to fill the gap to prevent you from injuring yourself further. You kept your grip on the chain, eyes shutting as his warmth seeped through your sleep shorts and worn shift. He hesitated as his arm rested over your hip, but when you tucked your head under his chin, he closed his arm around your waist to keep you close. Comfort in the companionship meant sleep quickly claimed you both.

Robby sensed your apprehension through your silence, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening as his eyebrows rose with a suspicious amusement. “Did he sleep somewhere other than your couch?”

“No comment.” You fought to keep a straight face as you emerged into the Pitt, keeping your gaze anywhere but on the Chief Attending. “Anything I can take off your plate?”

“Keep clearing beds.” He instructed before his gaze paused the third-year resident across the room as she spoke with a patient. He knew that you were close with Samira, maybe you could help her with pacing.

“Keep an eye on Dr. Mohan for me? We discussed her speed; I want to keep her on track.”

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Miles to Go

Jack Abbot x f!Attending!Reader

A look inside Jack’s morning away from the ED, while you find yourself with an intriguing case after an Intern oversteps.

Warnings: Jack being soft, spine malformations, malpractice mentioned.

Word Count: ~1.5k

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Edited: 05/29/25

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Hour Five: Back Into The Swing Of Things

8:00am

Jack tucked his go-bag into the entry way closest. The bag was always kept in the same two places, this closet or tucked under the seat in his truck, easy to access in emergency situations if necessary. His apartment was flooded by the morning light beaming through the east facing windows. He had invested in blackout curtains long ago, but opted to keep them open overnight to appease his therapists advise to “try to let some light in”.

His morning after a shift were routine, a trait that his time in the military had instilled in him. Shower, breakfast, sleep, easy to accomplish in his varying tired state. He tried his best to get a full eight hours of sleep, but his days off varied in the post-sleep routine of dinner and venturing back to the ED. His evenings off were filled with tasks he put off during the week; restocking the fridge, cleaning, sometimes a beer at the local pub with Robby or attending a Veteran outreach meeting. The events of the morning had him already considering the latter to fill his upcoming evening away from the Pitt.

His routines kept him grounded, until recently, until you.

The two months he had spent straying from his habits to be with you shook him. Leaving you standing in your apartment in the morning light, looking so overwhelmed had damn near killed him. Then returning to his routines like he had not just invaded your life and space so easily? There were small changes he had to make, steps he had to take to cling to those moments and memories with you.

Hair damp from the shower and breakfast dishes drying in the kitchen, he pulled the curtains closed and sunk onto the sofa. A police scanner sat on the table, volume low to fill the apartment with noise. He removed his prosthesis, gently massaging the tender area to relieve the ache; there was no way for him to avoid the familiar soreness when he spent 90% of his day standing and chasing traumas. He knew that his bed would be better for his aging body, but his bed felt too big for him to be alone, he would toss and turn watching as the clock ticked the minutes into hours. The couch was better, and he had gotten used to having the tv on in the background. He flicked on the tv, adjusting the volume to be slightly louder than the scanner as he flicked through the video options until he found the show he was looking for. He hated it, he found it cheesy and unrealistic, but after spending countless hours watching episodes in your apartment, he found himself unable to stop. Exhaustion settled, the ache in his bones and mental weight of the long night slowly melted away into a peaceful slumber.

You sat at the opposite end of your worn sofa, heavy cast resting on the coffee table, softened by a stack of mismatched throw pillows. Your eyes were glued to the tv, sniffling back tears as Izzy mourned Denny on screen. Jack knew that fighting back tears must have been hurting your healing nose but as you shifted awkwardly on the couch it became obvious that something else was causing you much more discomfort.

“Need to move?” His gruff voice startled you; it was low and unexpected as you were attempting to maneuver with the purpose of avoiding his watchful gaze. You had been skeptical of accepting his help at first, it had all felt too much but he recognized that you needed it before you could admit it to yourself. A broken leg was one thing, but the crack in your collarbone meant crutches would only slow the healing process, you slowly grew thankful that he had not given you the option to turn him away like you had everybody else.

“You can put your feet on my lap, I don’t mind.” He offered, “If that would be more comfortable for you.”

You contemplated, agreeing that it would be more comfortable, but he should also rest his aching leg too. The coffee table had been pulled closer, his legs resting on the worn wood as you maneuvered yourself to lay flat on the couch. Your heavy cast rested on a pillow in Jack’s lap; your other socketed foot crossed overtop, sandwiched between the cast and Jacks resting hand. Your apartment was already generally quiet, but Jack filled the small space with an unexpected calm and warmth neither of you were ready to face.

Your attention was drawn to the tablet in your hands, updating the status of your previous patient to discharged when Langdon crashed into you. He caught you by the shoulder, pausing to steady you as you clutched the tablet to your chest.

“No running. Pool rules, Langdon.” You scolded him, following his gaze as he glared at someone over your head.

“Can you do me a favour?” He asked, anxiously.

You hummed, eyeing the wordless distaste that Langdon and Santos seemed to garner for each other so early into their shift.

“Intern did trigger point injections without consulting a resident or attending.”

An audible scoff echoed in the space around you. It was like he knew the reaction you would have when he told you, it was why he had chosen to tell you instead of Robby.

There was such thing as an ER cowboy, doctors Robby and Abbot were prime examples, but they were trained and had experience to make quick, informed judgment. Lowly trained professionals such as Med Students or Interns performing procedures without due cause, consultation or supervision would always sink harshly into your bones, grating against your ribs. You had seen it go awry. Your first year as a resident in the Pitt, you had lost a member of your resident trio to grief after their cowboy maneuver directly resulted in a patient’s death.

“Great, another cowboy.” You muttered before noting the incoming trauma the senior Resident had been originally rushing to attend. “Go, I’ll follow up with the patient.”

You pulled up the patient record, familiarizing yourself with the woman’s medical information before intruding on the case. Santos had not collected nor documented nearly enough information about symptoms before moving forward with the injections. While trigger point would provide the patient with relief, it would do nothing to identity any underlying cause.

Christine Cater. Female. 36 years old. Complaint of chronic headaches and neck pain.

11 on pain scale down to 0 after 2 ccs of IM Marcaine administered by Santos.

“Hi,” you introduced yourself to the patient, offering her a kind smile. “I just want to check a few things and gather a few more details about your headaches, if that’s alright?”

The woman nodded, her temples no longer throbbing since the injections. Her eyes felt steadier under the hospital lights, and her neck was no longer tender but remained stiff.

“Are these types of headaches usual for you?”

“Where are they generally located? How often do they occur?”

“Have you seen a physician previously for your headaches?”

You listened intently as she answered your series of questions, assessing her symptoms to determine underlying cause and if she required any continued care before she could be safely discharged. You gathered that her headaches were chronic, generally beginning intensely in the morning and sometimes returning at night; often the pain would start in the neck area and radiate to affect her eyes or reach full tension status. Previous bloodwork had been clear, but when her previous physician had written her case off she gave up on trying to find help, until this morning when she woke up sure that she was suffering a brain aneurysm.

“While the trigger point injections are great to relieve knotted muscles, I would like to pursue some bloodwork to rule out any underlying conditions and a CT scan to get a closer look at the physical elements.”

Emily Forster. Bladder infection, antibiotics prescribed. Discharged.

Atlas Kinney. Torn ACL. Awaiting Orthopedics.

Tommy Sinclair. Ingested foreign object- naturally expelled. Observation for internal tearing.

Christine Carter. Headache. Awaiting labs, CT.

You flexed your leg under the desk, attempting to shield your discomfort from any watchful eyes as you sat in front of the computer updating patient charts. You were sure it would make Jack proud to hear you were willingly accepting the comfort of a chair. Your body yearned for the softness of your mattress and solace of your cotton sheets. If you blinked long enough you could feel the coolness of your sheets against your skin, the contrasting warmth of Jack’s thick forearm curled around your midsection, his breath tickling your neck as soft snores escaped lips.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

The sudden voice above your shoulder caused you to jump from the chair, spinning to face a very amused Dana with a glare.

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The Pitt as Noah Kahan Songs

Robby- Growing Sideways

But I ignore things, and I move sideways, until I forget what I felt like in the first place. At the end of the day I know there are worse ways to stay alive. Cause everyone’s growing and everyone’s healthy. I’m terrified that I might never have met me. Oh, if my engine works perfectly on empty, I guess I’ll drive

Langdon - Orange Juice

Honey, come over, The party's gone slower. And no one will tempt you, We know you got sober. There's orange juice in the kitchen, bought for the children, It's yours if you want it. We're just glad you could visit

King- You’re Gonna Go Far

So, pack up your car, put a hand on your heart, Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are. We ain't angry at you, love, you're the greatest thing we've lost

Santos- Call your Mom

Medicate, meditate, swear your soul to Jesus, Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason. Don't wanna drive another mile wonderin' if you're breathin'. So, won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me?

Javadi - All My Love

Write me a list of how it is, of how it was, of how it has to be. You burrowed in under my skin, what I'd give to have you out for me. I still recall how the leather in your car feels, And at the end of it all, I just hope that your scars healed

Mohan - Your Needs, My Needs

To spiral out, to try and float, To see a friend, to see a ghost. Bitter-brained, always drunk, Rail-thin, Zoloft. Subtle change, shorter days, Dead-eyed, dead weight. Your life, your dreams. Your mind, your needs.

Collins - Strawberry Wine

No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft. And sentimental like a stranger in the park. For a few moments, I see you, If I was empty space, and you were a formless Shape, we'd fit. But love leaves little runway, and every time we run Straight over it

Whittaker - Paul Revere

I’ll say I’m not from around here. But I'm in my car and I see the yard, The patch of grass where we buried the dog, And the world makes sense behind a chain-link fence. If I could leave, I would've already left.

Abbot- No Complaints

Thought I was raised better, tried to fake better. Tried to blame weather and escape better, Hope the skin heals where the pain enters, But I finally got sewed up, I set a time, then I showed up, And, now, the weight of the world, it ain't so bad

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Miles to Go

Jack Abbot x f!Attending!Reader

Dr. Robby and the day shift take over, though not before he can question Jacks new interest in you. You are forced to take a break as you are determined to prove you’re okay.

Warnings: Talk of death, broken bones & severe injuries, PTSD, self-doubt. Teasing remarks, Jack being soft.

Word Count: ~1.9k

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Edited: 05/28/25

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Hour Four: Day Shift

7:00am

You were thankful the nurse’s main desk was tall, allowing you to lean on it inconspicuously to ease weight off the aching pain radiating through your lower leg. You feigned interest in the tablet, reviewing patient notes to update the board for a smooth handover to Dana and the day shift. You updated the status of Abbot’s deceased trauma victim and added your name to a few patients awaiting consultation.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Frank Langdon had always been an instigator, teasing anyone and everyone about any information he retained.

You glanced up from the tablet to give him your best glare, though it quickly gave way into a slight smile as other Residents and nurses joined you at the hub.

“Ignore him.” McKay gently patted your shoulder in the form of a side hug, “You look good.”

You leaned into Dana’s welcoming hug, accepting the warm embrace, offering smiles to the group that had now gathered to check in and welcome you back to work. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”

“I’m doing good.” You smiled reassuringly, though the charge nurse knew you well enough to recognize your discomfort with the attention. “Bridget had to step out a few minutes early and Abbot went for some air, so I prepared everything for you to take over.”

Jack and Robby stepped into the quiet elevator, the heavy doors shutting out the burning gold sunrise as it peered over the horizon. Both doctors carrying the weight of death on their shoulders this morning; Abbot shouldering the regret of not being able to save a fellow soldier and Robby haunted by the anniversary benchmarking the loss of his mentor and friend. It was quiet for a moment before Robby spoke.

“How is she doing?” There was no need to clarify whom he was asking about, your recovery and return hanging in the balance of the ED all morning. Abbot sent him a glance, recalling the information divulged by Bridget in the early hours of the morning, your confirmation when you did not deny that you had spent the night with Robby.

“Seems to be doing okay. Had her in triage but didn’t stay there for long.” He explained, eyes glued to the ripped flyer tape to the wall promoting STI prevention. His mouth opened once more before he could stop himself: “I heard you spent the night?”

Robby had worked alongside Jack for a long time; he was one of the few people he had spent time with outside of the hospital walls. He would consider the veteran a friend, someone to share a beer and catch the game with every once in awhile, and he easily clocked the mans pointed curiosity.

“Did something happen between the two of you?” Robby asked, but Jack was saved by the elevator doors opening. “Look, I don’t know what went on with you two, I only know what I can see.”

Robby paused, moving to block Jack’s escape route from a conversation he would rather avoid. “You hear she’s hurt, and you come in here like a bat out of hell, spend months helping her out then suddenly one day come in and ask me to start checking on her.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he mimicked Jack’s signature ducking maneuver to force eye contact. “Whatever happened, it’s really none of my business but I know last night she was feeling lonely. She invited me over for pizza and we fell asleep watching reruns of ER, that’s as far as it went, brother.”

His assurances hung in the balance, Jack silent as he digested the words. Nothing nefarious had happened, he trusted Robby’s word on that. The fact that you had felt lonely made his chest ache.

“ER? She had me watching Grey’s Anatomy.”

Jack frowned as they entered the Emergency Department, immediately observing you leaning against the tall desk. He recognized the stance; it was the same one that you had called him out for when his prosthetic was particularly uncomfortable. Your leg was bothering you, to be expected as you had yet to spend much time on it since it had begun to heal. Your injury had been brutal; transverse split of the tibia and compound fracture of the fibula, surgery and pins to realign then a heavy cast for six weeks. You had gotten your cast removed earlier than anyone had originally anticipated, replaced with a removable walking boot to keep it stabilized as you eased back into weight bearing until just two weeks ago. The orthopedic surgeon and physiotherapist had agreed you were clear to return to work, with restrictions, but you were more focused on proving to everyone (including yourself) that you were fine and capable rather than actually taking care of yourself.

“Good morning, Dr. Robby.”

“You,” He frowned overdramatically, “Need to buy new coffeemaker, that thing is possessed.”

You scoffed, offended for your precious Patricia. You had tried to get a new coffeemaker; you had shopped around over the years and tested plenty, but none made the perfect tasting cup like her.

“Good ol’ Patricia just needs a little love and affection while she’s brewing.” Jack knew the struggle of the coffeemaker all too well, being faced with the flooded counter of hot liquid many times before you divulged your secrets. The handle of the carafe had to be facing your kitchen window, and you could not fill the water reservoir with a drop over 4 cups otherwise the filter would backup.

“You would be the type to name your coffee maker.” Langdon quipped, filing the fact both Male Attendings had seemingly spent time in your apartment away for later purposes.

You half listened to Robby as he introduced the new Med Students to the Residence, offering a kind smile to the four young faces as he gave them a quick introduction about you, but you were distracted by the avoidance of eye contact from Dr. Mohan. She followed as Robby led the handoffs, explaining the procedure and purpose to the fresh faces.

Suddenly, you realized that you had been left alone with Jack as you could feel his eyes glued to the side of your face with a mildly disapproving glare. He moved from the computer to lean on the counter beside you, his elbow and warm bicep brushing against your sleeve.

“You need a break. Meet me in the lounge in two minutes?” He left no room for protest as he turned on his heel. You knew that running or hiding would be futile, you could no longer avoid the stern look of concern he had been giving you all morning.

Chairs scraped the floor, not yours. The location and extend of your multiple broken bones meant you were confined to a wheelchair for the beginning of your healing journey. Jack made sure you were settled before he claimed the creaky folding chair to your left, subtly shifting it closer to you to ease your uncertainty of the unfamiliar, cold room.

Jack had insisted about a month into your misery that he take you out; you needed a desperate break from the bleak walls of your apartment, the dip that was now worn into your end of the couch and the harsh light of doctor’s offices. The last place you expected to be was seated in a circle of Veterans at the Rec Center. During last weeks support meeting, he had unintentionally mentioned you; brief snippets of what had occurred and your obvious struggle to allow yourself to accept and heal. A few of the members encouraged him to bring you along, as the week progressed, he decided that maybe it would be beneficial for you.

At first you had felt out of place, like an intrusion into their shared traumas and camaraderie. You simply listened as some opened up more than others, each with their own story and struggles. Details of how they were injured were generally kept minimal, sparing you the gory realities of war but they were honest about their past and current struggles, both physical and emotional.

When it was Jacks turn, you listened intently. Until recently you had only ever known calculative, level-headed Jack. This was new, surprising, the way he shared his struggles so openly; the blood of fallen comrades he still felt soaking his hands, the loss of his own limb then his wife passing just as he had gotten a grip on his new reality. How he became a doctor to fill the void and does his damn best everyday to help those in need, to feel worthy of making it home.

Then it was your turn, but your struggles felt miniscule compared to those around you. You hesitated as their eyes settled on you.

“You can share, or not, if you’re not ready.” Jack ducked his head to force your avoidant eye contact, “But we’ve experienced firsthand that you can’t heal until you face it.”

“My problems seem so tiny compared to the struggles you all face.” You spoke directly to Jack, keeping your voice low.

“You’ve been through a trauma, sure it may not be the same kind,” He reached for your hand, carefully as to not disturb the sling holding your clavicle in position, “But that does not make it insignificant.”

His thumb brushed the back of your hand; the warmth of his palm pressed against yours brought you ease. His hands were significantly softer than you had thought they would be, expecting them to feel rough and calloused from the constant handwashing your job required.

“You should really be sitting.” His gruff voice from behind startled back into reality. The barren room with the veteran’s circle was replaced with the empty emergency department staff lounge. You had been leaning on the counter, lost in reverie.

Jack pulled one of the chairs away from the table, signalling for you to sit. You rolled your eyes but obliged, silently acknowledging that doctors really did make the worst patients. He dragged another chair closer, a soft groan leaving his lips as he bent to lift your left leg onto the chair.

“Keep that elevated.” He instructed, reaching into his pocket to fish out a cold pack he had commandeered from the supply room. “Put that on your collar for a little while, that CPR must’ve hurt.”

You hummed, not bothering to deny it as he could see right through you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, claiming the seat across the table from you. He rested his elbows on the tabletop, as he studied you.

“Obviously sore, apparently.”

“If it gets any worse, let Robby know. He’s got enough staff on board that you could go home and rest. No one would judge you for that.”

You both knew that there was no way in hell you would be doing that. You would rather suffer in silence.

“You doing okay though?” He asked again, choosing his next sentence carefully to prevent you from bolting. “Thought maybe I see you earlier, taking a moment.”

You nodded, chin ducking to your chest to break eye contact. It was truly debatable, were you okay? Sure, you had a slight drawback this morning and your body was crying to go home, yearning to crawl into bed. Yet, the feeling settling in your chest as Jack fussed over you felt heavier than the rest of it all.

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Miles to Go

Jack Abbot x f!Attending!Reader

You step in while Jack is focused on a coding veteran. Suddenly, he begins to regret how much he let you in.

Warnings: Patient death, mentions of veterans and war, blood, Gloria, dinosaurs, pregnancy (not reader) & sad Jack.

Word Count: ~1.4k

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Hour Three: Dino-mite

6:00am

You sighed as cold water ran over the clammy skin of your hands, dragging deep breaths into your lungs as you worked to regain composure. You knew you could grab your things from your locker and bolt, Jack would have questions, but he surely would not judge. You hated that he was the only person whose opinion of you mattered deep down. Your world felt like it had been spun on its head, more so by the infiltration of Jack into your independent, solitary lifestyle. You set a reminder to schedule another appointment with your therapist before flattening the wrinkles in your dark scrubs.

As much as you wished you could hide all morning, you were needed- another reason why you would stay instead of following your instincts to flee. The noise of the Emergency Department had been muffled by the door, greeting you as a wall of sound as you stepped out of the bathroom. An elderly man gave you an incredulous look as he passed you in the doorway, drawing your eyes to the door. The sign confirmed you had in fact been in the men’s restroom, too distracted trying to prevent your own panic to notice the urinals in the corner.

“Do you have a minute?” Bridget startled you as she appeared from the staff lounge, the aroma of the fresh coffee in her mug nearly made you drool. Maybe it was time to get yourself a second cup.

“Work related?” You asked, hoping to avoid any attempts of digging into your increasingly complicated personal life.

“There is a kid with the stomach-ache, been admitted for nearly two hours now and his CT came back with a foreign obstruction. His parents are getting antsy; mom is pregnant and would rather not be in the hospital right now.”

“I’ve got you covered.” You nodded to acknowledge the information, pausing at the nearest computer to view the results. You had quickly become the go-to Doctor from pediatric patients on the nightshift, having an insane amount of patience when it came to caring for temperamental children and worried parents.

You stole a glance to the board for the patient location, your eyes catching on a certain name on the patient board. Abbot, Trauma One, Pedestrian vs. vehicle. Veteran.

As you passed the trauma bay, you stole a glance at Jack, understanding how veteran patients deeply affected him. He stood over the patient, brow creased, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead and surgical gown tainted with blood as his gloved hands moved quickly.

“Hey Timmy.” You greeted with a kind smile, stepping into the curtain where the family of three waited. The five-year-old boy nodded from the bed where he laid in his dinosaur pyjamas, arms crossed over his stomach. Sharp pains had awoken him from his sleep and his parents were quick to bring him in when he would not stop crying.

“I think we’ve found the cause of your tummy ache,” You told the boy before turning to the parents, “But I would like to get a better look.”

You pulled the portable ultrasound machine closer to the bed as his mother reached over to roll up his shirt, ultrasounds familiar to her as she brushed her hand soothingly across her very pregnant belly.

“This gel is going to be cold, but it will only need to be on for a few moments.”

The boy shivered gently but stayed quiet.

“I’m going to move this along your tummy, and it will help us get a picture of what’s going on inside your belly.” You explained, gently lowering the wand onto the boy’s skin. You watched the black and white image fluctuate, halting your hand as the obstruction came into view.

“Is that a-“

“Ankylosaurus!” The boy excitedly shouted, cutting off his fathers confused observation of the image. It was quiet for a moment as all three adults surveyed the screen, a small shape present in the form of a quadrupedal dinosaur.

“Timmy, did you swallow one of your toys?” You asked gently, hanging the wand back onto the ultrasound machine. You gently wiped the gel off his stomach as he nodded enthusiastically.

“I wanted to grow a dino in my tummy like mommy’s growing my little sister. I made sure it was one that likes vegetables, so it won’t eat anyone.”

“Unfortunately, that’s not quite how that works.” You were unable to hide your amused smile at his high level of enthusiasm. “The good news is, since it’s a small toy and doesn’t seem to contain any sharp edges, you’ll likely be able to pass it on your own but I will give you a little bit of medicine to speed up the process.”

You stepped out to give the family privacy as the parents questioned their child further, following your suggestion of staying a few more hours to ensure the boy had no complications expelling the plastic figure. You glanced at trauma one as you sanitized your hands, finding Jack still working on the patient.

Abbot had once admitted his internal struggle when it came to veteran patients, his intimate relationship with the carnage of war and all that it claimed from those who faced it. Your feet carried you across the floor, grabbing gloves and a gown on your way. You studied Jack as he carried on compressions, breathing through the cardio as nurses rushed around him.

“Switch.”

He shook his head.

“How long have you been going?” You learned over his shoulder, your breath warm against his neck as you spoke, “You are tired, switching would be more effective.”

He glanced at you, your closeness pulling him from the trance he had fallen into. “Fine. On the count of 3.”

“1... 2... 3.”

“30 count then another round of Epi.” Abbot instructed, arms feeling heavy now that they were resting. The palm of your right hand pressing into the top of your left, shoulders framed directly over your hands to reach the correct depth. You ignored the almost instant burning in your collarbone. Counting to 30, perfectly in sync with Jacks internal rhythm.

Compressions halted and a nurse administered the epi. All eyes glued to the heart monitor as Jack pressed his fingers against the carotid for manual monitoring. “Still asystole, continue compressions.”

The cycle continued, your count staying even with your depth as you glanced up at Jack. The nurses had been in the room far longer than you; you seen their shared glances as it became apparent the patient was beyond revival. They were unable to see it, but you had gained the insight and ability to see through Jack’s hard exterior; you could see the sliver of dread swimming in his dark eyes.

“Stop compressions. Call it.” His rough voice sliced through the tense air. You glanced at him to be sure, earning a nod before you ceased your movements.

“Time of death… 6:38.”

You stripped your gloves and gown off, following Jack like a shadow as he fled the room like a flash of lightening.

“Jack-“ You reached for him, your words and touch cutoff by Gloria’s sudden approach.

“Dr. Abbot.”

You swore under your breath. Surely, there was no one in the world with worse timing than Gloria.

“Welcome back, Doctor,” She gave you a nod before pausing in thought. “I was unaware you were on schedule this morning.”

“Waiting room was back logged tonight, figured you wouldn’t want to hurt your precious scores.” Abbot subtly stepped in front of you, hiding you from Gloria’s scrutinous gaze. “What are we at currently? 5%?”

“8%.” She was unamused by his rouse. “When Dr. Robinavitch arrives let him know I’d like to speak with him. Oh, and we have new medical students starting with us this morning.”

Abbot nodded, his skin beginning to itch beneath his scrubs. You seemed to sense his discomfort. He hated that; hated how easily you could read him now. That was no one’s fault but his own.

“Jack,” You sighed as Gloria disappeared, “Are you okay?”

He nodded, arms crossing as he glared at you. “I’m fine.”

“Why don’t you get some air? I can handle things here; I’ll help prep for rounds and check in with patients.” You seen his hesitance, “Robby will be here soon anyway.”

His glare softened into a mere stare, his tense frame falling away as he uncrossed his arms. He gave you a nod, patting your shoulder in appreciation as he passed you, collecting a pen and paper from the desk before disappearing toward the stairwell that led to the roof.

x x x

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