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Dove & Captain: 5 - Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader Series

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Pairings: Dr. Jack Abbot x fem!reader

Synopsis: She's his Dove. The ER nurse who is the definition of chaos, trauma and humour in scrubs. He's her Captain, gruff, emotionally guarded war veteran with a prosthetic leg and completely in love with her. Six years together, a mortgage, four dogs and the ability to conquer anything. This is a story of their life in one day. He is 49, she's 30. This is one day of their life based on the 15 episodes of 'The Pitt'. There will be little imagines of their relationship over the years.

Warnings: Swearing, Age Gap, Trauma, Medical Language/Procedure, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, etc.

A/N: This is a complete series of ~60k. I will post a few snapshots of their relationship over the six+ years they've been together.

Hope you enjoy :)

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1500

Y/N was standing around in a circle with the team as Robby gave one of his classic speeches. Her arms were crossed, staring at him as he talked calmly, but with such leadership. Paediatric cases were harder, but even harder when they end in death.

Y/N was slowly breathing, watching as she rocked on her feet back and forth. Slowly nodding as she broke her glance from him to look at everyone else. All eyes were on Robby.

“We do these debriefs to try to give a sense of closure, meaning, to difficult cases so that they won’t linger. But trust me, the kids you’ll lose will linger. So, what do you do?” Robby spoke before chuckling awkwardly. “I did my residency at Big Charity in New Orleans. And one day, I got a kid, a five-year-old boy, accidentally shot by his brother playing with Dad’s gun, worried he was gonna get in trouble right up until he coded and died,” he said, taking a deep breath as his voice cracked, wavering. Running a hand through his hair, he stared at them, exhaling sharply. “That night, I asked myself, like, what do I do with this kid? Where do I put this feeling? And I found myself walking all night. I was walking and walking and walking. Then I found myself back at the gates of Big Charity Cemetery and I’m looking at all those mausoleums and those crypts and I’m think to myself, ok, that’s what I need. I just need a safe place where I can put these feelings–“ Robby continued his story, but the door opened, and a security guard popped in.

“Yo, we got patients throwing punches in chairs,” the security guard said.

Y/N rose a brow, scoffing before looking back at Robby. “Uh, ok, everybody. Let’s get back to it. Just remember, the Employee Assistance Program is available as are Kiara and myself, if anybody needs to talk,” Robby said as they exited.

Y/N grabbed her stethoscope from the counter and placed it around her neck before following them out of the trauma room. Y/N watched Dana lose her shit with the patients punching each other. She chuckled from the corner as two women went at each other, punching and losing teeth.

It was the best entertainment of the day besides the ambulance hijack.

With a chuckle, she brought out her phone. No new messages from Jack, but she texted him the situation. “Anti-Vaxer/anti-mask mom punched another mom when kid wouldn’t wear a mask in waiting room. A tooth got stuck in the knuckle LMAO.”

Y/N jumped into the MDMA overdose, helping Santos and Dr. Mohan with placing ice in a bucket.

Robby opened the trauma to look at them. “Hey, can we pick it up in here, please? Overdose is here,” he called out. Y/N glanced up, nodding and giving him a thumbs up.

The doors opened now, paramedics wheeling in the OD from Pittfest. Y/N glanced up, grabbing gloves to step in.

“Intubated en route,” paramedic said.

“We got to cool this lady down. Get some ice packs, head, neck, groin,” Robby called out as they came in. “Send off for a rainbow,” Robby exclaimed.

“On it,” Santos called out.

“Heart rate 132, BP 210 over 120,” the paramedic called out.

“Fuck, that’s high,” Y/N muttered working around them.

“Four of Ativan in the field,” someone called out.

Y/N began packing the body with ice packs before administering medications.

“Pupils are dilated. Definitely MDMA overdose,” Robby said, shining a pen light into the patient’s eyes. “Dr. Mohan, how do you want to treat the BP?” he called out.

“Beta blockers?” Mohan replied.

“No,” Robby replied lowly, “unopposed alpha could kill her. Four more of Ativan, please.”

Santos got up from grabbing ice to look at Robby. “Seriously?”

“She might need another 40. Hypertension and tachycardia from MDMA is centrally mediated. Ativan is the drug of choice,” Robby explained, looking at Santos.

Y/N was working around them. “Fuck. Core temp is 107.3,” she called out.

Robby nodded at her. “Ok, can we get another hose in here before she fries her brain, please?” Robby called out, clapping his hands together as a way to say ‘hurry up’. “Let’s go. Come on.”

They continued to work, trying to stabilise her, treating the overdose, cooling her down…it was a journey and absolute teamwork.

“Ok, on my count. One, two, three,” Robby called out as they moved her into the ice bath. “Gentle, gentle, gentle.”

Y/N glanced up to the monitors. “Temp’s down to 107.1,” Y/N called out.

“How long does she need to stay in the ice, Dr. Santos?” Robby asked as they leaned over the ice bath.

“My PB in the ice is 13 minutes,” Langdon replied.

“Dr. Santos,” Robby said lowly, scolding Langdon.

“Until her temp is normal,” Santos replied.

“Wrong. You pull her out at 102. Otherwise, we could overshoot and cause hypothermia,” Langdon replied.

“Heart rate 120. Pressure 198 over 116,” Y/N said, walking over to the ice bath. “More Ativan?” she asked.

“Another four, please!”

“Why is she on the ice, Dr. Santos?” Langdon asked.

“To bring her temp down,” she replied.

“Wow, state the obvious, yet still don’t answer the question,” Langdon retorted.

“The quicker we bring it down, the less of a chance for permanent damage to the brain, liver, or kidneys,” Dr. Mohan replied, looking at Santos.

“Exactly,” Langdon replied, pointing at them, then looked over to Robby. “Was she sweating?”

“Profusely,” Y/N replied, jumping into the action.

Langdon looked back at Santos. “What if she wasn’t, Santos. What if she was dry as a bone?” he asked.

“Then we’d have to think anticholinergic overdose, not sympathetic,” Santos replied.

Silence happened between the two who had tension – Santos and Langdon. Y/N chuckled lowly, shaking her head as she worked around them.

“Very good,” Robby replied.

Though Langdon and Santos continued the glare at each other.

They continued to work around, calling orders, stating facts. The machine continued to beep rapidly.

“Rectal temp’s down to 105,” Y/N called out.

“Ok, moving in the right direction,” Robby replied. “We might get lucky here.”

Dana came in explaining that there was a trauma that had come in. Robby excused himself. Y/N was left there with Langdon, Mohan and Santos working around them trying to stabilise the patient.

The patient seized, they stabilised her. Then Langdon gave this wild speech about knowing your place in the hospital to Dr. Santos. Y/N watched Langdon go off at her. Her eyes widened, but then Robby interrupted, getting Langdon to leave.

-

Y/N was standing by the nurses’ station writing notes when Crosby, a patient’s dog escaped out of Donnie’s hands and ran towards a rat. She watched as Whitaker handled the situation and killed the rat.

“What the fuck?” she muttered, raising a brow and shaking her head. “Good going, Kid,” she said.

Applause happened from that action. Y/N smirked before getting up and walking to the patient with the dog.

“Hi,” she whispered, appearing at the foot of the bed. Mel looked up to see her.

“Hi, Y/N,” she said, smiling.

“Hi, Mel,” Y/N replied. “I couldn’t help but wander over because there’s a dog here,” she said, smirking.

The patient looked at her. “He’s an emotional support dog for my anxiety,” he replied, holding Crosby close. “Doc said I can keep him with me.”

Y/N shook her head. “God, no, I’m not here to tell you that he can’t stay. I’m here because I’m a dog lover and I needed to say hi.” Y/N crouched down at the side of the bed, reaching out her hand slowly. “What’s his name?”

“Crosby,” the patient replied.

“Great name,” she said, letting the dog sniff her before she began petting him. “Crosby, you’re such a good boy.” The smile on Y/N’s face was priceless. “Can I take a picture? My partner has to see this, he’s a dog guy too.”

The patient nodded. “Of course. You guys have dogs?”

Y/N nodded, glancing up at the patient before going back to the dog as she grabbed her phone. “Yeah, we have four.”

Mel looked up. “Four dogs?” she gasped, shocked.

“I know, a whole unit as my partner says. He’s ex-military,” Y/N replied, snapping the picture of the dog and sending it to Jack.

“Wow, you’re brave,” the patient said.

Y/N chuckled. “Yeah. Winston, Delta, Ranger and Alaka. Three of them rescues, one stubborn dachshund. My partner jokes that we are one stray away from being a farm.”

They chuckle. “That’s nice that your partner is a dog guy.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I’m very lucky, but he’s put his foot down on getting another,” she hummed, smirking. “I might smuggle one in. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”

They all chuckled.

-

1600

Y/N was walking to her next patient when she spotted Dana walking in from her smoke break with blood all over her face. Robby ran over to her, and Y/N quickly followed behind.

“Jesus, Dana. What the fuck happened?” Y/N barked.

Robby grasped her face, looking her over.

“It’s ok, ok,” she muttered. “I’m fine.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, you’re not. Don’t be a superhero right now, Dana,” she replied as Robby pulled her aside.

Everyone noticed, looking over to Dana as she took a seat. Y/N came back with an ice pack, handing it to her. Robby was kneeling down in front of her.

“Who punched you?” Y/N asked, looking over Dana as Robby began examining her.

“Just an unhappy patient,” Dana replied.

“A patient hit you?” Javadi gasped.

“Yeah,” Dana replied.

“Happens all the time. I got my cheek broken,” Princess replied.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I got thrown against the wall once. Twice, actually. Spat on a few times. A patient pulled my ponytail once too,” Y/N muttered. “More common than you think.”

“I lost a tooth,” someone added.

“We’ve all been assaulted,” Perlah added.

Robby glanced around before looking back at Dana. “Did you hit your head?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, probably but no LOC, just…just a bloody nose.”

Y/N came with some supplies, pressing a gauze to her nose. “Ok, pressure,” she said.

Dana took the gauze from her as Y/N stood behind Robby with her arms crossed.

“Any trouble seeing? Any double vision?” Robby asked.

“No,” Dana replied, shaking her head.

“I’ll grab you new scrubs,” Y/N said, walking away to get scrubs for Dana.

Robby found Y/N once Dana was sorted, pulling her aside. “Time to be charge nurse now. Dana is out for a bit,” he told her, squeezing her arm. “Can you do this?”

Y/N smirked. “Used to be the night charge nurse before I was moved to day,” she replied. “Of course I can do this.” She was full-on smiling and Robby just chuckled, shaking his head. “Best thing today.”

“You’re a little too excited,” he muttered.

Her face fell. “Oh, right. How’s Dana?”

-

“Ace,” Robby called out as he walked up to the board.

Y/N was at the computer, looking over the board, editing it and changing it. The job of a charge nurse. She glanced up when she heard her nickname, raising a brow.

“Yes, Cowboy?” she hummed, smirking. “What can I do for you?”

Robby stood across from her, coffee in hand. “Which of our patients can we send on their merry way?” he asked. Y/N walked over to stand next to him.

Y/N looked up at the board that was showcased on a TV. “Right, well, Barry, yoga split lip, moved from North 1 to the hall; Walter, road rash with the rat killing dog, South 20; and Vince, basketball elbow fracture, outside Central 2,” she said, looking up to him.

Robby nodded. “Ok, you can run another set of vitals on Crosby’s papa and discharge. You can tell Ortho to get their head out of their ass and take Joel Embiid with them. And you can release Yoga Barry, but tell him to refrain from doing any handstands for at least 48 hours,” he told her, sending her a smile.

“Copy that,” Y/N replied.

Then he handed her something. “Jack said you haven’t been responding to his messages. He said to feed you, here,” he told her, handing her a granola bar. “And hydrate.” Then handed her a water bottle.

Y/N glared at Robby. “I’m fine,” she replied, taking the granola bar. “Why is he being like this?” she whispered more to herself. “Overbearing, my sweet Jackass,” she muttered.

Robby shrugged. “He knows something is up and he’s trying to be a good partner,” he replied. “Contact the grumpy man so I don’t have to be the messaging owl,” he told her, voice low.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m at work. He knows that,” she muttered, shaking her head. Then she turned to the group of nurses looking at her. “Scram. You heard the chief, go, go.” Y/N went back to her computer, but Robby stood next to her, leaning over with his elbows on the table. “Hello, Cowboy,” she said, eyes locked on the computer. “What do you need from me?”

He just looked over, smiling. “Oh, nothing,” he muttered, shrugging, but there was an obvious smirk then it fell. “You holding up ok?” he asked, voice low.

Y/N turned her head to look at him, glaring. “Grand. Let’s not do this constantly checking in thing, please.”

“Noted.” Then Robby looked over. “Hey, Ahmad.” Then walked over to the security guard. “Is Theresa still out in chairs talking to those cops?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you do me a favour,” Robby said as Y/N walked over, arms crossed, “and just kind of keep an eye on it? Don’t let her leave without talking to me.”

“Ok.”

“Any word on Driscoll?” Robby asked, talking about the man who punched Dana.

“I issued an alert throughout PTMC security and called the cops with his home address from his chart. They want a statement from Dana,” Ahmed told Robby.

“She’s in CT. Let’s clear her medically, and then she can decide when she wants to talk to them,” Robby said, glancing over his shoulder to see Y/N alongside other nurses such as Holly, Perlah, Princess and Donnie.

“What about other hospitals?” Y/N asked. “Have you let them know?”

“Notified,” Ahmed replied. “Everyone’s on the lookout for this guy, Driscoll.” His eyes were focused on Y/N.

She nodded as Robby muttered his gratitude before turning to her.

“Glad to know the authorities are looking for this psycho, but what are you gonna do to protect the rest of us?” Princess asked.

“Violence against health care workers is a national problem,” Holly told Robby.

“And it’s only getting worse,” Donnie added.

Y/N hummed. “No surprise. There’s a nursing shortage everywhere,” she muttered.

Robby looked over at them before pointing at each of them. “I hear you, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you and I hear you. It is unacceptable.”

Just then, Gloria showed up, and Y/N glanced down, hiding her smirk. Here comes drama…

As Gloria started to talk to nurses about their problems and Robby began slowly creeping away. Y/N chuckled, leaving the group to follow him.

“Can I have a sip of your coffee?” she asked, smirking.

Robby looked at her. “You’ve had four today. I’m cutting you off, Ace,” he said before walking away. “Gonna give yourself a heart attack from all this caffeine.”

-

Y/N was at the nurses’ station, spinning in the chair as she sipped her drink and ate a granola bar Robby got for her. She was at the point of her shift where she was counting down the hours. Three more to go.

She checked her phone. Jack sent her a picture of the steak he bought, then he sent her another picture of lobster tails he bought. She responded, “True foreplay there. Fuck me right now, Old Man. Pls Jackhammer me rn.” Then smirked before typing, “Beckett’s coming over for dinner, remember.” And he responded instantly with, “Your brother can eat instant ramen. He’s a college kid. Steals all my shit already.” She just smirked.

“You think Wholey’s will still be open by the time we get off?” Langdon called out as he removed his gown and threw it in a bin. He looked over to the nurses’ station.

Princess, Perlah, Collins and Y/N were there and all said, “No” at the same time.

Y/N, however, smirked and said. “Jack just went. He got steak and lobster for dinner. Best fucking Friday ever,” she hummed. “They close at five so you’re the loser,” she said.

Langdon looked at them. “Damn.” Langdon came over. “Is there room for four more?” he asked Y/N, smirking.

“No,” she said bluntly. “Get your own fucking man to cook you a gourmet experience. I don’t share.” Then she glanced back down to her computer. “He refuses to cook for Beckett the fancy shit. Grumps something like ‘he’s a college student, he doesn’t deserve this’.”

Langdon chuckled as he came over. “Fair. Well, I was hoping to surprise Abby and the kids, grill up some salmon for dinner.”

Y/N chuckled. “Mhmm, such an adrenaline junkie,” she muttered, looking back to her screen.

�� “What’d you call me?” Langdon asked, crossing his arms.

Y/N looked over. “Abby and I are friends. We talk. Facebook friends, too. You and your ice plunges and marathon man. Surprise, here’s a dog. Surprise, here’s some salmon.” Y/N had her shit eating grin as she stared at Langdon.

“You and Abby are friends on Facebook?” he asked, confused.

“I’m friends with everyone on Facebook, Langdon,” she said, looking up.

“It’s true,” Collins muttered.

“Called networking,” Y/N hummed, shrugging. “Plus, I love looking at the pictures of your kids.” Langdon rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter of the nurses’ station. “Y/N, if I show up with a bottle of fancy red, would Jack throw me a lobster tail and a cut of steak?” he asked, smirking.

She gave him a flat look. “He’d throw you out. He would lock the gate on our property. Jack’s territorial. Me, yes, but the grill, extra.”

Langdon grinned. “I’m coming for your fancy-ass grill setup, your expensive Bronco, Maldives holidays–“

“We’ve never been to the Maldives.”

“Where’d you go last March?” “Greece,” Y/N said.

“My point exactly. Jack’s truck which costs more than my salary and then his gun collection that’s worth more than my mortgage,” he told her, raising a brow.

“Wow, you make me sound like a brat. Wanna spank me, Langdon, put me in my place?” she replied, smirking.

Langdon choked on his own spit, coughing into his elbow as the nurses around them burst into laughter.

Princess wheezed. “Best come back,” she replied.

“This is a HR complaint waiting to happen,” Collins replied as she typed her own patient notes.

“I’m kidding. God, everyone’s so sensitive. Where’s Robby? He would’ve laughed,” Y/N said. “No, Jack’s the brat. Expensive, high maintenance. I’m from a trailer park, I’m great at chain-smoking, shot gunning beer and paying in food stamps.”

They all stared at her.

“You are all deranged,” Perlah muttered.

Langdon rose a brow. “How are two a thing? Jack and you,” he said, confused.

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she chuckled. “Genuinely don’t know. I keep him on his toes and fuel his need to feel young.”

Langdon leaned in closer. “No, he just likes your ass.”

Y/N didn’t blink. “Correct and my massive rack.”

Collins placed her hands up. “I’m leaving before this becomes an harassment case.”

Y/N chuckled. “Regretting buying the dog?” she asked Langdon, smirking. He stared at her. “I’ll take him. Don’t tell Jack. He hates goldendoodles. He says they are man-made, poorly bred dogs. I agree.”

“You literally have mutts, Y/N,” Langdon muttered.

Just then, two hands were on the top of Y/N’s chair. She glanced up, seeing that bearded face and tall frame. “Hi, Cowboy,” she hummed.

“What are you talking about?” Robby asked, looking down.

“Ah, you know, how it’s time for my weekly spanking,” she replied, smirking. “I’ve been a naughty girl.”

Robby hummed. “Better bend over then,” he replied.

“Yes, chief,” she hummed. “Anyway,” she said turning around and handing him a tablet. “Dana’s CT results are back. Not horrible, not perfect.”

Robby took the tablet and looked over the scans. Langdon came over to look at the screen. “No intracranial haemorrhage, no skull fracture, non-displaced nasal fracture, but the rest of the facial bones look intact.”

“Any haemorrhaging into the sinuses?” Y/N asked.

“Nada,” Robby replied, shaking his head.

“Rad,” Y/N muttered.

“We could really use her back on the floor,” Langdon explained.

“What? I’m not living up to Dana’s work ethic as charge nurse?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

“No,” Langdon just said.

Y/N stared at him and held her two hands up, flipping him off with her middle finger as she got up to check on Dana to get orders.

-

Y/N was back looking over the board when she spotted Dana walking up to her.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she mused, nudging her shoulder into Y/N.

“Hi, Mama,” Y/N replied, smirking. “How are you doing?”

“Ah, alive. I’m taking you off duty,” she said.

Y/N smiled. “Well, I enjoyed my time,” she mumbled before walking towards where Robby went.

Y/N watched the whole scene unfold. She was around the corner, leaning against the wall, when she heard the spitfire of Robby and Langdon. How Langdon had been taking medications to “wean” himself off. Benzos. She listened, and her heart stung. Never had she heard Robby so disappointed in someone. Y/N took slow breaths, hearing everything.

Slowly, once she heard silence, she popped her head around the corner and made eye contact with Robby.

He stared at her for a moment. No one said anything. Then she mumbled, “Robby–“

“Y/N,” he snapped, voice low and harsh. “Don’t.” He held up a hand. She bit her bottom lip.

“He’s not an addict,” she whispered.

Robby groaned, running a hand through his hair down his face and through his beard. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he muttered, looking at the floor. “He is stealing fucking benzos–“

“My mother was an opioid and benzo user. It was Valium at first, then it went to Vicodin. Then heroin. She did benzos while pregnant with me. Did opioids when pregnant with Beckett. I’m shocked that Beckett didn’t get neonatal abstinence syndrome. If he did, he would’ve been taken from my life,” she muttered. “I know an addict when I see one. I can sniff it out…he’s not an addict,” she muttered. “He’s a guy going through something hard. Withdrawal from benzos is hard. Impossible without medical help.”

“He could’ve gotten medical help, Y/N,” he bit.

“He was struggling. Things like this make you do things you don’t even know”

“That’s a definition of an addict,” he replied.

Y/N shook her head. “He’s not an addict. He’s functional, he’s coherent, he’s here.”

Robby stared at her for a moment. Unsure of what to say. She knew anger was radiating off him like a furnace. She took a step, and he held his hand up. Shaking his head. “You don’t know about this,” he muttered. “You never saw this.”

Y/N nodded. “I’m not going to speak–“

“If you speak about this to anyone, even to Jack, I will tell Jack about the miscarriage,” he hissed under his breath.

Y/N froze.

The air felt sucked out of her lings as she stared at Robby. Her heart thudded in her ears. Her breath hitched as her brows furrowed. “What the fuck did you just say?” she whispered.

He didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. Just kept his hands on his hips, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor like he hated himself for even saying it.

“I’m not going to repeat myself. You heard me,” he eventually said, voice tight. “I don’t want to do it, don’t push me, Y/N.”

Y/N was in complete shock. Staring at the man whom she would call a great friend and the way he just muttered something so personal. A threat.

“You have no fucking right,” she whispered, heavy breaths. “That is not your secret to tell, Michael.”

“And neither is Langdon’s,” Robby snapped. He looked up them, finally meeting her gaze. “We are all protecting people we care about. Don’t make me choose who to protect.”

Y/N stared at him, stunned. The betrayal was thick, landing heavy on her chest as she stared at a man who she thought would never hurt her.

She then just nodded, looking at the floor and smirked, shaking her head. “Fuck you, Michael Robinavitch.” They stared at one another for a moment before Y/N turned, without a word and walked away, heart pounding, fists clenched and absolute disappointment.

-

1700

Y/N was pulled into a birth with Dr. Collins. The patient came in labour and crowning. Working around one another, Y/N was setting up a birth kit.

“What have we got?” Robby called out as he entered the trauma room, pulling gloves on.

Y/N glanced up, looking at the man before shaking her head and turning her back to him. She was angry, yes, but disappointed.

“39 weeks, crowning after a SROM,” Collins called out.

“Hi, Mom. I’m the attending. I’m Dr. Robinavitch,” Robby said, walking over and checking the status of the birth.

“I’m Natalie, but I’m not the mom,” the patient said.

Just then, another man came in. “What’s happening?”

“You got here just in time. Uh, we’re the dads. Natalie’s my best friend and surrogate. We both teach fourth grade and even share classrooms,” Natalie’s friend said, Justin.

Y/N turned around, smiling. “Aw, wonderful,” she hummed.

Robby glanced over to look at her, but she dodged his eyes.

“Same room, same womb,” Natalie said as she took deep breaths.

“We’ve been urging her to stop saying that,” Justin said, chuckling.

All smiles went around.

“I’ve got the prenatal bag and let me pull up the birthing playlist on my phone,” the other dad said, Sam.

Dr. Collins chuckled awkwardly. “It’s time,” she announced.

“Fuck Beyoncé. Fuck her,” Natalie screamed out.

Y/N watched behind Collins as the baby slowly came out. Deep breathing, screams and joy. She was full on smiling as she crossed her arms over her chest, standing there and watching as this happened. Robby glanced over to her, seeing her stare at this. He took a deep breath before looking back at the birth.

However, baby got stuck on the pelvis bone.

“Mel, I’ll have you help with the McRoberts manoeuvre,” Collins said as she looked up to see Mel.

“Of course,” Mel replied, coming over.

“Hey, Natalie…we’re going to lift your knees up to your chest now,” Collins said.

Y/N was on Natalie’s side, grasping her knees and helping pull them up.

“Doing great,” Y/N whispered to her. “So good.”

“Just, is this the worst you’ve ever seen me?” Natalie asked.

“This is the most I’ve ever seen of you,” Justin replied.

“You’re beautiful,” Sam, the other dad, replied.

“All right, a little suprapubic pressure here,” Robby said, pressing his hands on her. “You’re going to feel me pressing on your bladder.”

Y/N glanced at her watch. “Two minutes since head delivery,” she called out.

“Fetal heart rate looks good, normal variability,” the L&D nurse called out.

“You’re doing great, Nat,” Justin said.

“Feel free to step in and take over,” she fired back to him.

Y/N chuckled, glancing up, but she was met with Robby’s eyes, instantly she broke the gaze.

“Ah, another one’s coming!” Natalie called out.

“Give me a big push!” Collins called out.

“Ok, Natalie, here we go. You got this,” Robby called out.

The push came, but then the monitors started to rapidly beep. Y/N looked at Collins and Robby, glancing over the knee to see the baby coming out. She knew what was wrong.

“Late decel,” the L&D nurse called out.

Robby met Y/N’s eyes again after he muttered her name. “Ok, can you call Dr. Ingram and tell him to come down here, please, from the NICU?” Robby asked Y/N. She nodded, turning to go make the call.

“What’s happening?” Natalie asked.

“The baby’s heart rate has slowed,” Robby said, taking off his zip up hoodie, “which could be a sign of distress.” He was moving hastily.

“So, what do we do?” one of the dad’s called out.

“We deliver this baby,” Collins replied.

“We got this. We got this,” Robby muttered, gowning up. Then he looked at Y/N. “Y/N, can you call the OR and tell them to prep for a possible crash C-Section?” Y/N nodded.

They continued to work. Robby had his hands inside the vaginal cavity, helping Natalie with getting this baby out. Y/N was back, helping next to him.

Eventually, with one final push, the baby was out. A smile instantly came to Y/N’s face.

“We got a baby boy!” Robby called out.

-

Y/N went back to the nurses’ station, sitting down at one of the chairs as she ate pizza that Robby ordered. She could feel stares on her. With a raised brow, she slowly turned to look over her shoulder.

Perlah and Princess were staring at her. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she tilted her head. “You two know something…what’s the gossip?” Y/N asked, smirking as she looked at them. Perlah and Princess looked at each other before looking back at Y/N. “Seriously, tell me. I need to know,” Y/N muttered, chuckling as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Need some good drama to make my life better.”

“You and Robby are close,” Princess said. “Like close-close.”

Y/N raised a brow. “We are friends,” she said carefully.

“And Dr. Abbot is good friends with Robby,” Perlah added.

Y/N slowly nodded. “Well, yeah. More like brothers,” she said casually, shrugging. “What are you two spinning?” she asked, brow raised.

“Do you know what happened with Langdon?” Princess eventually asked.

Y/N knew. She knew it, of course. However, she just shook her head. “What happened with Langdon?”

“Robby dismissed him for the day. He went home,” Princess said. “You didn’t know?”

“I was with a patient helping to deliver a baby for the last forty minutes or so,” Y/N stated. “I don’t know a thing that has happened out here in the rodeo ring.”

Perlah leaned forward on the counter, lowering her voice like she couldn’t help herself. “They were fighting. Not like subtle doctor bickering, like actual shouting. Robby laid into him.”

Y/N nodded, trying to play it cool and instead stuffed her face with pizza. “Robby shouting? In public?”

Princess nodded. “They were by the lockers.”

Y/N chewed slowly, buying time. She swallowed, then played dumb. “It’s probably cause Santos got under Langdon’s skin,” she muttered, shrugging.

“Y/N,” Perlah said, eyes narrowing. “Robby came back to the nurses’ station shaking. He looked like he was going to throw a punch.”

Y/N scoffed. “Robby does not punch. He is not a physical guy. Tall, broad and handsome, but a teddy bear at heart. Watch out for Jack,” she said casually, shrugging. “He’d throw a punch. Or me, I would too. I did come from the streets,” she muttered, turning back to the computer.

Silence happened for a second before Princess said, “You know.”

Y/N shook her head. “I know nothing.”

“You’re sleeping with the authority, of course you know something,” Princess added.

Y/N turned around to look at them. “I’m not sleeping with Robby. Never have, never will,” she said, smirking. “But the man I am sleeping with isn’t even here. So, no authority here.”

They glared at her. “You know,” Perlah muttered.

“Robby is having a tough day,” she added, “just leave him alone. Langdon probably got on his nerves.”

“Robby wasn’t yelling like a boss. He was yelling like a friend. Like someone got betrayed,” Princess muttered.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. Her stomach twisted slightly, but she kept her tone light. “You two are trying to make this into something it isn’t. I’m sitting here eating my pizza, don’t ruin my peace.”

The two nurses looked at each other, then spoke something in Tagalog. Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head and continued to eat her pizza.

“I love you both, but I’m not in the mood to deep dive into the emotional failings of grown men today,” Y/N muttered. “I’ll leave that to therapy and Instagram reels.” Then she got up, grabbing her plate and smiling at them. “Cheers.” She held up her pizza in a way like she was going to make a toast.

“You’re a terrible liar!” Perlah called after her.

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