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Dove & Captain: 7 - 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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2000

It was now eight o’clock. An hour passed the time Y/N was supposed to be off. Another hour into this mass casualty.

Y/N was on another patient. Jack was behind her with a different patient. Dr. Mohan was with her as they worked alongside one another.

“This is weird,” Dr. Mohan called out.

“What?” Jack asked, looking over.

“Shot in the chest but nothing out of the thoracostomy tube,” Dr. Mohan said to Jack as he came over.

Leaning over, Jack looked at the tube going into the patient. “You got through the pleura, ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I definitely felt the lung with my finger,” Dr. Mohan replied.

Y/N was working around them, then glanced up. “Hey, I lost the radial pulse. I got a femoral though,” she stated, looking at the two doctors. “I think he’s bleeding out.”

Jack nodded. “Indeed, he is. Probably tore through the spleen,” he said.

“How?” Mohan asked.

“Ok,” Jack hummed, “nipples to navel is no man’s land. If he got shot while exhaling, the bullet possibly passed below the diaphragm.” He glanced over to Mohan. “Start a second IO, transfuse two units O-positive. Where’s Robby? Let’s find him and call Walsh. This guy needs the next OR immediately.” Then Jack was gone, moving to the next patient.

Y/N went straight back to her work.

-

Y/N continued to follow Mohan around. She was a great doctor, an excellent doctor and the more Y/N worked with her, the more impressed she was.

They were in a trauma room stabilising a patient when Jack opened the door and came in, pulling his gloves on as he entered.

“Tapping in,” he expressed.

“Thanks, brother,” Shen responded, patting Jack on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Jack grunted, coming over to the side.

“EFAST normal. No abdominal haemorrhage, no tamponade,” Mohan stated, trying to catch Jack up to speed. Jack glanced at the monitors.

Jack looked at the wound before Y/N spoke up. “Pulse ox borderline, 89% on 15 litres,” she stated as they made eye contact. “BP’s only 95 over 58,” she finished, looking over at the monitor before going back to her work on the patient.

“Vinny Rivera…is he here?” the patient asked, looking over to them.

“I’m not sure, man,” Jack replied.

“I’m so sleepy,” the patient muttered.

“Were you tired right after you got shot?” Mohan asked. The monitors continued to repeatedly beep.

“Uh, no,” he muttered back. “I helped move 20, 30 people.”

Y/N continued to do her nursing duties as Jack analysed the monitor, brain trying to calculate.

“What’s causing his oxygen levels to tank?” Mohan asked.

“Up the oxygen!” Jack ordered, looking at Y/N.

She went over to the machine, trying to adjust it. “Abbot, 15’s as high as it goes,” she replied.

Jack walked over to her. “Gauge only goes to 15. Keep cranking, Kid,” he fired back. “You can get to 50.” Y/N nodded, going back to the machine.

Just then, the door opened and a woman appeared. “Brian?” she asked. Lupe was there too. Y/N and Jack both turned around. Jack stood there like he was in the military, hands behind his back as he stared at Y/N, then at the patient.

“Vinny got shot. I sent him with the first car I saw,” the patient stated, voice breathy. “Is he ok?”

The woman looked at Jack, then to Brian, leaning over. “You fight, Brian, ok? You fight like the stubborn bastard you are.”

“I tried, Whit,” Brian replied. “I tried,” he cried.

They continued to work with Brian, but the monitor continued to rapidly beep. No one had an idea of what was happening. Y/N glanced at the monitor and than to Jack and Mohan.

“He’s on 100% oxygen,” she stated. “His pulse ox is still only 88.”

Jack nodded, listening to the patient’s chest when Walsh came into the trauma room. “How’s it going upstairs?” Jack called over his shoulder.

“Regular spa day at the OR,” Walsh replied. Y/N was grabbing IV bags, changing them. “42 ex-laps and thoracotomies.”

“Impressive,” Mohan replied.

“What do you got?” Walsh asked, grabbing gloves.

“GSW through and through the thigh, not arterial, now hypotensive and hypoxic,” Jack replied, walking around the patient and trading spots with Mohan.

“Sounds like blood loss,” Walsh replied.

“No. Haemoglobin times 2 is stable,” Mohan stated, glancing over to Walsh. “Vena cava is plump. It would be flat with haemorrhage.��

Jack stared at the screen where the ultrasound was presented. “It’s actually a little too plump. Let me see the phased array probe,” Jack stated, grabbing the probe.

“Any history of heart disease?” Walsh called out.

“Not sure, but he’s a strong guy,” Y/N replied. “Got shot, strapped a t-shirt and belt around his thigh and ran around helping people for a few hours.”

Jack then gasped quietly. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed. “Check out the four chamber apical view.”

Y/N turned her head to look at the monitors.

“Dilated right atrium and right ventricle. Right-sided strain with vowing of the septum,” Mohan stated, reading the scan.

“Sounds like a PE,” Walsh added. “He threw a clot from having the tourniquet on?”

Jack shook his head. “Way too soon for a DVT. Ok, let’s get him in left lateral decubitus,” Jack stated, moving the probe before handing it back to Y/N. “One, two…” Y/N grasped the patient’s side and helped roll him over. “Trendelenburg ASAP.”

“What for?” Mohan asked.

“Intracardiac air embolism. All that running around introduced air into the femoral vein right up to the heart. Now it’s blocking blood flow to the lungs,” Jack told them.

“You need a CT to confirm,” Walsh replied.

“They’re still backed up with other patients,” Y/N said to Walsh.

Walsh looked at her. “Well, then maybe the cath lab can take them. They have fluoro. I’ll go check!” she called out, walking away.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Jack retorted, then he met Y/N’s eyes. “Kid, get me a central line kit and a 5 French pigtail catheter, please.”

“Yes, Captain,” she hummed, walking to grab supplies. Jack looked at her, sending her a hard glare. She was not allowed to use that nickname at work.

“Y/N,” he warned, raising a brow. Voice was low and sharp.

She smirked over her shoulder, already grabbing supplies. “You said please,” she replied sweetly. “I’m being polite.”

Jack stared at her again. “Y/N. Don’t.”

Mohan looked between them before looking at Jack. “He doesn’t have a collapsed lung,” she told him.

Jack grunted. “Yeah?”

“So, what are you going to do?” Mohan asked.

Jack glanced over, standing up straight as he stared at her. “I’m not going to do anything. You are.”

Y/N looked between the two of them, holding the supplies. She chuckled, shaking her head as she watched Mohan’s shock take over her face.

Y/N was watching, doing her job as Jack and Mohn were performing whatever they were performing.

“Got the IJ,” Mohan stated, placing a needle inside the patient while Jack held the probe.

“Ok, back to business as usual, thank God,” he stated, looking at the ultrasound. “Guidewire and introducer,” he began, grabbing the supplies on the tray behind him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dr. Walsh spoke up as she entered the room.

“Dr. Mohan is about to pull air from the right atrium and right ventricle,” Jack stated, annoyance in his tone but also his damn stubbornness.

“With what?” Walsh barked.

“Five French Pigtail catheter,” Mohan replied.

“Inside the heart?” Walsh asked, voice sharp.

“It’s so cool,” Y/N replied, looking over her shoulder. “I want to do this.”

Jack glanced at Y/N. “You’re a nurse, Kid. Dummies is all you get,” he mumbled.

Y/N frowned. “Way to kill a girl’s ambition.” Jack just let out a low chuckle.

“Multiple side-holes gives you a better shot at suck out all the air,” Jack explained, watching the procedure be done.

Mohan glanced up. “Dr. Abbot showed me a case report from South Korea–“ Mohan tried.

“What the actual fuck?” Walsh barked, pushing Y/N out of the way.

“Woah, girl,” she muttered.

“Hey,” Jack stated. “Be gentle.”

Walsh glared. “I just talked to cardiology. They want a CT scan. If it’s showing air, then you need to dive him in the hyperbaric chamber,” she said, looking at the procedure.

“He’ll be dead by then,” Jack barked.

“Not if you kill him first with this banana-pants procedure,” Walsh fired back.

Jack was getting agitated. Y/N could tell. His brows were furrowed, his jaw was tight. “We don’t have time to wait for your fancy-pants machine,” he replied, tone sharp but low. “If we don’t get the air out of his heart, he’ll die.”

“This is not the standard of care,” Walsh replied lowly.

Jack shot up to look at Walsh, eyes glaring at her as if she had stolen the last cookie from the cookie jar. “Oh, fuck standard of care. If we want to save him, we go in now.” His eyes were glaring holes into Walsh.

Mohan was uncomfortable. “Maybe I should–“

Jack glanced at Mohan. “Thread in the pigtail?” he hummed, mocking Walsh. “Excellent idea, Dr. Mohan.” Jack grabbed the supplies before handing them to Mohan, sending her a reassuring nod.

Gentle beeping was heard as Mohan took the pigtail and continued to work under Jack’s supervision and words.

“Go down to 24 centimetres, and then we’ll confirm with X-ray,” he told her, watching as she did what he told her to do. “Good.”

“Think I’ll stick around in case you need another set of hands to resuscitate your patient when he crashes,” she remarked, then looked at Y/N. “Nurse, gloves.”

Y/N stayed there for a moment, raising a brow. “A please would be nice,” she muttered, walking away to grab gloves before handing it to her. She took them. “And a thank you would suffice. Mother never taught you manners, Walsh?” she hummed with a smirk.

Jack glanced up, smiling lightly but the average folk wouldn’t know. But Y/N, she knew.

Walsh looked over to her. Staring hard but didn’t respond as she snapped her gloves on.

“Pigtail’s in the right atrium, good position,” Jack said after they took an X-ray. “Aspirate, see what you get.”

Y/N was there, helping Mohan as she glanced up to see Jack staring at them. He was gowned up in blue, surgical gloves on and safety glasses. His hands were close to his chest, but far away to make sure its sterile.

“Pulling back blood from the heart…” Mohan muttered holding the syringe and pulling its trigger. “Along with some air,” she said then looked back at Jack.

Jack smirked, looked at Walsh. “How about that?” he snarked before walking back over.

“BP’s still only 85 systolic,” Y/N called out.

“No improvement,” Walsh stated the obvious.

Y/N let out a sharp breath, trying to keep her cool. Jack ignored her comment.

“Advance slowly into the right ventricle,” he told Mohan.

“How do I know when I’m–“

“PVCs–“ Y/N tried, looking at the monitor.

“That’s how you know. Aspirate again,” Jack stated.

“Run of three,” Y/N hummed as the alarm blared from the machine.

“More blood and air coming out,” Mohan replied, pulling more on the syringe.

“Run of five,” Y/N said.

“Non-sustained V tach. Charge to 200 for when he deteriorates,” Walsh commanded.

Y/N stared at her for a moment, and she raised a brow. Y/N then promptly nodded, moving away from the table and doing her orders and going to the crash cart.

“Mainly blood now,” Mohan explained.

Jack nodded. “Pull the pigtail back to the RA.”

“Step aside,” Walsh barked.

“Pull the pigtail, Dr. Mohan,” he commanded, looking at the monitor again.

“Step aside!” Walsh yelled, holding panels, however Jack took a step to block her.

“You got this,” he stated, looking at Mohan. Then Mohan pulled the pigtail.

Y/N smiled where she was. “Normal sinus rhythm, 92,” she called out as the beeping stopped. “Pulse ox is improving. BP’s 112 over 84.” She stared at the monitor.

Walsh stepped down. The patient stabilised and Jack was full-blown smirking. He turned his head slightly to look at Walsh. “Not too shabby, huh, Dr. Walsh?” he hummed. “I think we can admit him to General Surgery now.”

“Hell no,” Walsh replied.

Jack’s brows furrowed. “He’s a gunshot victim.”

“Admit him to the cardiac ICU. We’ll consult from there,” she barked back.

Jack hummed, shrugging. “Well, you can admit him yourself, with Cardiology consulting. I thought you liked flying the plane.”

Walsh took a step up to him, lowering her voice. “Not when it’s gonna crash.” Then she glared at Mohan and Y/N before leaving.

Jack turned back to Mohan. “Solid work.”

“That was your save, not mine,” Mohan replied, shaking her head.

Jack smirked. “Take the win, Dr. Mohan,” he hummed.

“Thanks,” she said, voice light and happy.

“Besides, it was a little too risky for me to do myself,” he hummed, looking down. Y/N watched them, working around them, shaking her. What an ass he was…a little shit.

“What?” Mohan breathed.

“Kid, suture?” he called over his shoulder.

Y/N chuckled, grabbing the supplies before handing Jack them. “So, you’re allowed to make jokes mid-procedure now? Is that what we’re doing now, Abbot?” she asked, smirking.

Jack didn’t look up as he took the suture kit. “When I’m saving lives? Yes, when you’re mouthing off at me? Never.”

Y/N smirked. “So, I can’t make comedy in your trauma room?” she hummed.

Jack looked at her. “Kid,” he warned, then shook his head. “Keep it to the stage but thank you for your application in entertaining me while I’m working. It’s in the trash.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. They were back to normal. Their banter was there, and Jack was actually letting loose at work. It was as if he wasn’t pissed off at her an hour ago, though she knows the lecture is coming.

Mohan blinked at them, pausing her movements. “Um, I’m sorry, but like you two close?” she asked.

“Y/N was part of the night shift for a long time,” Jack said, handing Mohan the suture kit. “Suture.”

“You two used to work nights together?” she hummed, brows furrowing.

Jack nodded. “Yeah, she was my charge nurse until she was moved back to days like two weeks ago,” he stated, watching Mohan.

Mohan shook her head. “Ok,” she muttered, looking down then back up, “Kid and Captain?” she asked, raising a brow.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

“He calls you kid like he’s your dad–“

“I am not her fucking dad,” Jack bit. “Not even fucking close.”

Mohan slowly nodded.

“Do not mix Abbot’s and I’s relationship with the word ‘dad’,” Y/N warned as she went to check his IV and change the bags.

“Right, so Captain and Kid,” she muttered as she began to suture.

“Ask the question, Mohan,” Jack stated, watching. “It’s burning.”

“You two are close?” Mohan whispered. “Like close? Because you act like a divorce couple who have joint custody of a dog.”

Jack chuckled lowly, shaking his head. “We have four dogs,” he whispered. “We share them. No joint custody where we trade off to different houses. We have one house.”

Y/N bit back her grin and chimed in casually. “And a mortgage.”

Mohan froze; mouth slightly open. “Wait…what?”

Jack stood straight up, peeling his gloves and gown off as he through them in the trash as he looked over. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Four dogs, a mortgage,” he muttered.

Y/N then smirked. “He may be the boss here, but I’m the boss in the bedroom,” she hummed, winking.

“Y/N!” Jack bit, snapping his head and hissing. “Shut it.”

Y/N just smiled like a kid with candy.

Mohan looked between them. “Oh my God, you’re the partner! I thought you were some metaphor. You know, like the ‘mysterious old guy with a truck and a grumpy demeanour’ genre.”

Jack snapped his head at Y/N. “One, talking about me when I’m not there?” he scolded, raising a brow. “Second,” he looked at Mohan, “I’m not a genre.”

“He is a genre, fulfils all my smutty romance kindle book fantasy,” she hummed, winking.

Jack shot his head back to her. “Y/N,” he warned. “We are at work. This is a resident at work. We are in a trauma room with a patient.”

Y/N stared at him. “God, you’re boring.” Then she rolled her eyes.

Mohan looked between them; brows furrowed. “You guys are so professional, it’s honestly disturbing.”

Y/N chuckled. “That’s trauma bonding for you, doll,” she hummed, winking.

Jack ignored Y/N’s comment and looked at Mohan. “No, seriously, good job. You killed it,” he stated with a smile before walking out of the room.

Mohan, who was still suturing, looked at Y/N. “So, that’s him?”

“Yeah, that’s my Old Man, McVeteran, McGrump. Who scolds me for reading kinky books, leaving messes, banned me from his fancy truck but loves me till the world ends,” she whispered, smirking. “I’m a lucky girl.”

Mohan nodded. “You’re the definition of one.”

“I think he’s lucky, cause who’d want to be with that?” she joked, pointing to the doors. “Kidding, he’s the love of my life.”

Mohan nodded. “I thought you were secretly with Robby,” she stated.

Y/N cackled, full blown cackled. “Don’t tell Jack that.”

-

Jack walked by the nurses’ station while Y/N was still with a patient in the trauma room. He brushed his arm against Dana. “Hey, you got a second?” he asked.

Dana turned to him. “Yeah,” she hummed, glasses on her nose. She turned to face him, taking off the glasses as she stared at Jack.

“What is up with Robby?” Jack whispered.

Dana shrugged. “He’s been better. I’m really worried about him. Maybe Y/N can get it out of him?” she said. “Use her psych degree and mental health background. Manipulate him into expressing his feelings.”

Jack snorted. “Yeah, she’s good at that,” he muttered.

“I’ve never seen him like this,” Dana stated, looking Jack in the eye. “Have you?”

“No,” he said simply. “How about you, slugger?” he hummed, smirking.

Dana scoffed. “Been better.”

Jack nodded. “Preach,” he hummed. Dana nodded, patting him on the arm. Then Jack got serious. “Y/N told me,” he whispered.

Dana raised her brow. “About?”

He tilted his head and raised a brow. “Pregnancy. Miscarriage,” he said. “She told me cause I kept budging. I asked her why she couldn’t give blood, and eventually she broke.” Dana blinked. Slowly. Then she took a deep breath. She crossed her arms as her face went serious. “Yeah,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “She said she’d tell you. Robby and I both–“

“Robby knew?” he asked, brows furrowing.

Dana sighed. “Robby figured it out. He was there to give her the ultrasound today to confirm it was a miscarriage,” she said, voice low. “Don’t blame her. Don’t. She’s a survivor. You know that. I don’t know her story as much as you, but she’s not good with relying on someone when she needs emotional support.”

Jack nodded. He knew. He knew her well. “I know. I’ve been teaching her these years that I’m here and not going anywhere…”

“Marry her then, you grump,” she stated, nudging her.

Jack nodded. “I know. I will,” he said. “We aren’t focused on that right now. Fuck,” he muttered, “didn’t even had a single clue she could be pregnant. I track her cycle, and I know her body–“

“She wasn’t far. She was seven weeks,” Dana responded. “She found out yesterday when she puked everything up.” Jack nodded. “She was going to tell you, ok? Don’t think she was hiding this from you. And don’t ask me why I didn’t tell you…Abbot, this is her story…even if you were the father, it’s her body, her story.”

Jack nodded again before dragging a hand over his face. “Yeah, it is. She doesn’t deserve this. She’s had a rough go at her life–“

“Yes, but life has been good for her since you met her. She was what, twenty-one when she did her practicum for like six weeks. Then you swept her off her feet few years later, and life has been great for her,” Dana hummed. “Maybe before that was hard, but now she’s good. She’s not the same girl compared to when I met her. Now, she’s a–“

“Gremlin,” he stated with a chuckle. “She’s a gremlin and her brother is a goblin who crashes at our house, drinks my beer and eats my snacks while talking quantum physics to her and I have no idea what they are saying.”

Dana chuckled. “Those two are a team. She raised him since she was fourteen.”

Jack nodded. “I know.”

“She’s a mom, Jack. To Beckett. But believe me,” she looked around, voice low, “she always wanted a baby of her own.”

Jack nodded.

“And she has tried,” she whispered.

Jack’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“It’s not her first miscarriage,” she whispered. “Talk to her.”

Jack froze. He didn’t move, didn’t blink. His brows furrowed; jaw tightened. “Dana, are you saying she’d miscarried before?”

Dana’s face softened. She reached out, touching his arm gently. “Twenty-two was the last time. Then nineteen.”

His breath caught in his chest. “Two?” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Three,” he then said, before breaking eye contact. “She’s been pregnant three times,” he muttered.

Dana nodded. “Talk to her. She loves you with everything in her, and she is not planning on ever leaving you. You’re the thing she needed in her fucked-up life. For her and for her brother.”

Jack nodded.

“She didn’t want you to go through another loss,” Dana added. “She didn’t want that on your conscious. Especially with losing your wife,” Dana muttered.

“I lost Grace nine years ago,” Jack said. “I’ve been with Y/N for six. Known her for eight.”

Dana nodded. She reached out, squeezing his arm. “Take her home. Make her a mean meal. Run her a bath. Buy her a fancy bottle of wine. Let all the dogs on the bed. Hold her. She’s going to need you. All of you. The quiet parts. The ones you keep locked away. It’s been a day. It’s been a lifetime for her,” she whispered. “And, don’t be mad at Robby for figuring it out and supporting her before you could. Don’t take it personally, ok?”

Jack just nodded, sending her a smile. “I don’t like it when she hides things,” he muttered.

“Jack…you and I come from different worlds. We had a childhood, a teenagerhood, a life. A mother, a father, siblings, a roof on our head and education. She was in survival. She worried how to raise a four-year-old at fourteen when druggy Mom ran away to New Mexico with a boyfriend who she met at casino. She learnt how to count cards so she could win in poker matches to put food on the table and pay rent. She dodged CPS and social workers until she got the law involved with becoming Beckett’s guardian which was finally granted when she was nineteen. She did shit to survive. She’s not your average folk. She’s a trooper. But no one knows the real story.”

Jack just nodded. “I know. Not all of it. But enough,” he stated. “I just,” he sighed, “I worry about her all the damn time.”

Dana shrugged. “She’s your girl. Your partner. Of course you do, but be patient. Talk to her. Let her tell you more when she’s ready, but don’t pressure her.”

Jack nodded. “Thanks, Dana,” he stated. “Thank you, really.”

“Be patient,” she said lowly. “But let’s see if Y/N could crack Robby.”

-

2100

Y/N came over after finishing with a patient to see McKay being arrested. Quick on her feet, she hurried to where Jack stood. Hands on his hips, a death glare given.

“Woah, what’s happening?” she asked, halting.

“I disabled my ankle monitor because it was going off,” McKay said then looking over to the officers, “and fucking with our ability to help patients during the mass casualty.”

McKay was in cuffs. Y/N was behind Jack, brushing his arm as he glanced at her. “Tell that to your judge,” the officer stated to McKay.

Y/N watched, arms crossed now as she looked between Robby, McKay and the officers.

“This is my resident. I need her,” Robby stated, voice serious and stern. Then he glanced over to Dana. “Call Gloria. You can at least wait a second to speak to our chief medical officer?”

The officer shook his head. “No, but they can call the Department if they have any questions.”

Robby’s jaw was shut tight, taking a deep breath, trying to contain himself. “We just came through the worst mass casualty incident in this city’s history, and you two are fucking around with this? Are you serious?” Robby stated, raising a brow. “You don’t have anything better to do?”

Just then, a group of officers walked by. The one’s who partner was rushed to surgery and Jack preformed a crike on him. Robby grabbed their attention.

“Officer Harrelson, can you please,” Robby grabbed his attention as the officer came over.

“Is there a problem here?” Officer Harrelson asked, glancing around at the group of medical professionals and additional officers while McKay was handcuffed.

“She disabled her ankle monitor,” the officer holding McKay in handcuffs responded.

“It was malfunctioning,” McKay replied.

“She’s in a custody battle with a restraining order and is considered a flight risk,” the other officer responded.

“A flight risk?” Y/N gasped. “McKay? No,” she muttered, looking at Jack, who remained focused on the scene.

“Bullshit,” McKay muttered. “That is bullshit.”

Robby nodded, crossing his arms as he looked at Harrelson. “It was interfering with our ability to treat patients. I’m not sure we could have saved Officer Stefano if she hadn’t disabled the damn thing,” Robby replied, pointing to the monitor, voice low.

“Is that true?” the officer asked.

“They saved Stefano’s life,” the other officer replied. “They saved a lot of lives.”

The older officer looked at McKay. “Take care of this first thing tomorrow morning?” he asked her.

“I swear,” McKay replied, voice full of promises.

“Take the cuffs off.”

McKay turned while her handcuffs were removed, giving her gratitude to everyone.

Robby shook the officer’s hand. “Thank you,” Robby replied.

“Thank you, for everything you did here tonight,” he responded, patting Robby’s shoulder before all the officers walked away.

-

Y/N got called to the code tan – a case of someone getting hurt in the hospital. Usually, fainting or a fall. She was wheeling the gurney when she looked up to see Robby.

“Robby! Pelvis crush injury,” she called out.

Robby was talking to Langdon about what Y/N knew, but didn’t want to think about it. Instead, she continued to move the patient to a bay area.

“Thought we were closed to trauma,” Robby replied, walking over.

“Well, code tan,” Y/N muttered. “He got pinned behind a truck backing up with replacement supplies,” she explained. “Oops. But, pulse is weak and tready, tachy at…”

They got into the trauma room, instantly gloves on and Y/N began to cut the clothes away from the patient.

“Grab me some monitor leads, please,” someone called out.

“100% non-rebreather,” Robby stated. “Let’s draw up 120 of ketamine, 100 of rock, and page trauma surgery, please.” He was pulling his gloves on.

Jack was across from Y/N, helping with removing the clothes off the patient. “The hell did this guy come from?” he asked.

“Our loading dock,” Y/N replied.

“Oh my God,” Jack muttered as they continued to work.

“Ok, I got the EFAST. Grab a binder. Obvious pelvic fracture,” Jack called out.

“I’m in a lot of pain!” the patient called out.

Y/N grabbed the supplies, handing them to Jack and Robby.

“You taking any medications?” Robby asked.

“Crestor,” the patient replied as they wrapped the binder around him.

“Any drug allergies?” Robby asked.

“No. Am I gonna be ok?” the patient asked.

Robby was using the ultrasound on the pelvis, trying to figure out what was wrong and how to fix it.

“Absolutely,” Robby replied, looking at the monitor.

“We got you, Hector,” Jack stated, looking at the screen too.

“BP 68 over 42, pulse 130,” Y/N called out as she glanced at the monitors. “I got a 14 gauge in the left AC.” Y/N was placing the IV in.

“Whole blood massive transfusion protocol,” Jack stated.

“Jack, we’ve got whole blood coming in from Erie and Youngstown. However, I’m not sure if it’s here yet,” Y/N stated, glancing up to look at Jack and shaking her head.

“Let’s go one-to-one-to-one, red cells, platelets and plasma. We’ve got that,” Robby called out. “Let’s place an IJ after the intubation, please.”

“Affirmative, Cowboy,” Y/N stated, turning away and grabbing the supplies.

Jack glanced up at Y/N as she went to get the supplies, shaking his head with light chuckle. “We are in a trauma, Y/N,” he muttered. “Not the time to be calling the chief nicknames.”

Y/N chuckled. “Oh, shut it. He loves it,” she hummed.

Robby glanced at her for a moment, shaking his head.

“Ok, EFAST negative,” Jack stated. “It’s all retroperitoneal. No blood at the meatus. Kid, Foley,” Jack called out.

Y/N was back, handing supplies. “Can’t call him cowboy but can call me kid?” she hummed.

“Not the time, Y/N,” Jack stated, voice low.

“Hector, you crushed all the bones in your pelvis, and you’ve got some internal bleeding. We need to sedate you to treat you,” Robby said as the machines beeped rapidly.

“Hurts a lot!” Hector replied.

“When you wake up, you’re not gonna be able to talk. You’re going to have a breathing tube in your throat,” Robby stated as Y/N continued to work alongside them.

“Can I speak to my wife first?” Hector asked.

“Afraid we have to move now, Hector,” Jack stated, looking at the patient.

“First unit of packed cells in the infuser,” Y/N stated from her corner.

Just then, the doors opened, and Dr. Parker Ellis and Dr. John Shen came in, smirking. “What have we here?” Ellis asked.

“It looks like two old white guys poached our patient,” Shen replied.

Instantly, Y/N glanced up, hearing those words. Biting down on her bottom lip, she tried to hide her chuckle, but it came out loud. Jack hated when people called him old, except when it was Y/N. Y/N constantly called him her old man and Jack tolerates it. While Robby, well, Robby got offended as well. To them, they weren’t old, but both approaching or over fifty anyway.

Jack and Robby instantly looked at one another as Y/N stared at them.

“Oh, I know you’re not talking about us,” Robby replied, voice low as he went back to intubation.

Jack looked at the two doctors. “Well, I know he’s definitely not talking about me,” Jack stated, shaking his head.

“Back off, you two, leave the senior citizens alone. They’re sensitive today,” Y/N barked, smirking.

Jack just looked at Y/N, sending her a hard glare. “Jesus, Kid,” he muttered. Then he told them the case, “Crushed pelvis, haemorrhagic shock.”

“MTP, pelvis binder. I’m doing an intubation, about to place an IJ,” Robby replied as Y/N grabbed saline and other medicines for the IV. “Ace, behave.”

“You need us?” Shen asked, raising a brow.

“We got this for now. Hold down the fort,” Jack fired back. “Get caught up on the day shift’s remaining PittFest patients, and we’ll get this guy stabilised.”

They continued to work on Hector, trying their best to stabilise him. Jack got gowned up, mask on, safety glasses and X-ray vest.

“Central line is in,” Jack called out.

“Let’s hook up the rapid infuser over to the IJ, and then we can shoot the film,” Robby muttered as Y/N and he fixed the lines.

“Clear for X-ray.”

The x-ray tech moved the x-ray machine over the patient as Y/N took a step back. The beeping was still rapid from the machines. Y/N walked over to Robby, who was stretching in the corner.

“How are you holding up, Cowboy?” she asked, nudging her hip in his.

He looked over to her, and it was all in his eyes. “Fine,” he eventually said.

Y/N just hummed. “Don’t believe it for a second,” she responded.

They shot the X-ray while Jack continued to work on the patient.

Robby looked at her. “I could say the same for you,” he replied. Y/N just nodded.

“Jack knows,” she whispered to him as Jack continued to be busy. “Found out during the mass casualty. I couldn’t give blood, and he dug into me,” she said lowly.

Robby glanced over to her and just nodded. “Good.”

“Clear!” the tech called back out.

Y/N and Robby walked over to the X-ray screen. Pulling out his glasses, Robby leaned over to look at the screen.

“Oh, that ain’t good,” he muttered. Y/N nodded too.

“Shit,” she muttered before walking over to the phone on the wall.

Jack glanced up to them, pulling his mask off as he came over. “What have you got?” he took one look at the screen and groaned. “Widened symphysis pubis anteriorly. “

“Distorted sacroiliac posteriorly,” Robby replied.

Jack shook his head. “Guy’s bleeding like a stuck pig,” Jack muttered.

“I got Dr. Walsh on speakerphone from the OR,” Y/N called out from the phone, holding it close to her ear before pressing a button and putting the phone back.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” Dr. Walsh asked over the phone.

“We’ve got an unstable pelvis ring fracture, systolic of 68, EFAST negative,” Robby called out as they went back to the patient.

“Thought we were closed for trauma,” Walsh replied.

“Hospital worker versus reversing supply truck. MTP and pelvic binder in place,” Jack said.

“TXA?”

“Gave it,” Jack replied.

“Stable for CT angiogram?” Walsh asked.

“Uh, not at the moment, no,” Robby replied.

“Keep transfusing,” Walsh replied as they continued to stabilise the patient.

“The blood bank is still waiting on a delivery, unless you have some upstairs,” Robby replied, walking over to the phone.

“He doesn’t need surgery,” Walsh stated. “He needs interventional radiology to embolise the bleeders.”

Robby was leaning against one of the machines, glancing back at Jack.

“They don’t like unstable patients,” Jack stated, confused by her comment.

“They will tonight,” Walsh replied. “I’ll be down as soon as I finish this grade 5 liver lac.” Then Robby hung up on her.

They were continuing, but the patient was not stabilising. Minutes went by. However, Mel walked into the room, looking at them.

“54 after 3 rounds packed cells, FFP, and platelets,” Jack called out.

“Not too shabby,” Ellis responded.

Y/N glanced up when she spotted Mel, raising a brow. “Our measles kid’s parents are trying to move him to West Penn,” Mel said.

Robby, Jack and Y/N stared at her. However, Jack and Y/N went back to work as Robby yelled out, “Let them!” Shaking his head, he sighed. “They’ve been warned multiple times. I even took the father into the PittFest morgue to drive the point home.” Instantly, Jack and Y/N snapped their heads to Robby. “You what?” they said at the same time.

“Yeah, I doubt any hospital will take him without a spinal tap,” Ellis responded. Robby was still on the phone.

“I’ll be there in a minute. Don’t let them move that kid,” Shen stated.

Robby hung up the phone and looked at the crowd of medical professionals. “They can see this guy in 45 minutes in Interventional Radiology.”

“That’s a long time for this guy,” Shen replied.

“They’re just starting a REBOA,” Robby muttered.

“A REBOA? Who did a REBOA during a mass casualty?” Y/N asked, looking at Robby.

Jack smirked at Y/N. “One of his interns did,” he snickered.

“Santos?” Y/N asked, looking at Robby who was groaning in the corner. “Jesus, she’s gonna kill someone.”

“Shut up,” Ellis responded.

“I was busy,” Robby muttered, raising a brow.

“That was ballsy,” Shen responded. “Yeah, we can babysit this guy until IR is ready. You guys are three hours post-shift.”

“Whoo!” Robby exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“This was supposed to be my day off,” Jack muttered, taking his gloves off, “bought steak and lobster. Was gonna grill and have wine.”

“I would love wine. Wine in bed. Wine with blankets. Wine with dogs and a good hot fucking shower,” Y/N muttered, stretching her neck.

“We got this,” Ellis stated.

Y/N was pulling her gloves off too now.

“Hasta la vista, vatos,” Jack called out as he threw his gloves in the bin. Jack’s hand came over, barely brushing Y/N’s back as they left the room.

“Talking Spanish at work, Old Man?” she hummed in his ear. “Talk to me dirty,” she whispered and smirked.

Jack glanced at her. “Y/N,” he whispered. “We are at work. Work.”

Y/N groaned. “Boring,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as she went to a computer. However, Jack grasped her arm for a second, pulling her back.

“When we get home,” he began, voice low, “we are going to talk. We are going to sit. We are going to have a conversation where we are going to be honest and listen to one another,” he said. “It’s been a day for you. You kept me in the dark.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment. He wanted to talk about the miscarriage that happened today. How she didn’t tell him. How she kept it from him.

“Serious talk. No jokes. No, trying to mask your feelings. Serious talk,” he said, raising a brow.

Y/N just nodded. “Yeah, you’re right,” she whispered. “We will talk.”

Jack nodded. “Good.” Then he went to leave, but she stopped him.

“When I’m ready,” she responded when he glanced away to leave her. “When I’m ready, Jack.”

Jack paused mid-step. His jaw tensed, that square silhouette of his back going rigid under his dark scrubs. For a second, he didn’t turn, just stood there with his hand curled at his side, as if deciding whether to push or leave it alone.

Then finally, he nodded once, slowly. Barely perceptible.

“Ok,” he said. His voice wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t cold. Just rough. Quiet. “When you’re ready.”

“We are ok, though, right?” she asked, voice breaking.

Jack looked at her, seeing the fear in her eyes for a moment, then he sent her a smile. “We will always be alright, Dove,” he whispered. “Just don’t suffer alone.”

Y/N nodded as he left to go to a computer to write his patients notes. A loud exhale came from her as she pulled her hair out of the elastic, running her fingers through the long locks as she looked around her. What a fucking day.

Robby came back from the ambulance bay. Y/N was sitting at the nurses’ station, pink water bottle in hand as she sipped through the straw and wrote out her notes. Finishing off everything that needed to be done.

Jack was by her at the standing computer. “Doing ok, man?” he asked as Robby walked by.

Y/N glanced up, looking at Robby and his tired state.

“Why do you keep asking me that?” Robby responded, walking into the nurses’ station before looking at the board.

Y/N turned her chair to look at them.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jack muttered. “You did take the parent of a patient into our makeshift morgue,” Jack hissed, staring at Robby. “Forget that its technically a fucking crime scene. That’s just not cool, man.”

Dana was next to Y/N, reading something as she slowly turned to look at Robby. Y/N was glancing between Jack and Robby now. Tension there.

Just then, Gloria walked up. “Just the two heroes I wanted to see. We’re holding a press conference in the education auditorium,” she said, looking between Jack and Robby.

Robby shook his head. “Not a chance.”

“I know you hate this stuff, but it’s important for this department and the hospital,” Gloria began.

Robby was breaking down. Y/N could see it. Jack could see it. He was rolling his shoulders back, looking at the ceiling as he took a sharp breath. “Trust me, Gloria. You don’t want me speaking to the press right now,” Robby said, sternly.

“Or ever,” Jack spoke up. Robby was running a hand down his face.

“Look, as much as you ER cowboys are a pain in my ass, what you and your department did here tonight was nothing short of miraculous. People need to know that,” Gloria stated, looking them over. “Take the win.”

She had no idea. Not a single clue of what truly happened there that day.

Ellis opened the door to Trauma 1, yelling out, “Need a second round of MTP.”

Jack glanced up. “What the fuck?” he muttered before walking over. Y/N stayed where she was as she already had her hand over to the night nurses.

Y/N was still at the nurses’ station. Cops came to talk to Dana about Doug Driscoll. Y/N continued with her finishing up.

“Kid,” she heard behind her. Y/N glanced over her shoulder as Jack had his hands on the top of her chair.

“Yes, my dear,” she hummed before going back to her computer. Jack’s hand came over, grabbing the water bottle that was next to her. Her giant pink one as he took a sip from it.

“You missed out on something good,” he whispered as he looked over at her computer.

“Do tell.”

“I did preperitoneal packing,” he whispered in her ear.

Y/N instantly turned her chair to look at him. Her mouth fell open as she crossed her arms. He stood there holding her water bottle, smirking at her. “That’s an OR procedure,” she whispered.

Jack nodded, raised his brows before shrugging. “Sure is, but I did one. Here. Done hundreds at the combat hospitals, but just did one here,” he told her. Then he smirked again. “And you missed out because you’re too busy tip-tapping on your computer.”

Y/N groaned. “Ugh, I did my hand off,” she muttered. “I should’ve been there. I would’ve loved to witness it.”

Jack leaned against the wall now, smug as hell, sipping her pink water bottle like it was a celebratory cocktail.

“You’d have loved it,” he murmured. “Patient was crashing. Abdomen tight. Blood pressure in the toilet. Had to act fast.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “God, you’re the devil. Just showing off now.”

“Oh, yeah,” he admitted easily. “It was glorious.”

“You’re unbearable,” she muttered. “Give me that,” she muttered, taking the water bottle back and sipping it with exaggerated drama.

“What’s in there? It takes like berries,” he muttered.

“Robby put electrolytes in it and other fancy jazz a few hours ago,” she responded, sipping her drink.

He slowly nodded. “Good,” he hummed. They stayed quiet for a second as she turned back to her computer. “Almost done?”

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “Not too much left. Normally, I’m faster. But my four cups of coffee have exited my system, I’m running on like 3% of serotonin and residual adrenaline.”

Jack nodded. “Once you’re done, let’s go home. I’ll pick up something on the way home for us to eat, as I can’t be assed to cook.”

Y/N hummed, not answering right away. “Sushi,” she said eventually. “Or burritos. Or Chinese. But I feel like sushi,” she muttered. “Just order something you know I’ll eat. You pick, I’m easy.”

He nodded before brushing his knuckles along her arm for a second. “We will eat and talk,” he whispered.

“Yes, Captain,” she said. “Now scram and let me finish this.”

He nodded before walking away to the other computer to finish his own patient notes and logging the procedures he did. Y/N stared at him for a moment before turning back to her screen.

Next to her, Dana, glanced over. “You ok?” she asked.

Y/N glanced over. “I will be.”

She nodded. “Go home, sweetheart,” she muttered, nudging her. “Sleep. Talk. Eat. Cry if you need to. Shower. Then go lie on your old man’s chest and make him watch some reality TV.”

Y/N smiled, chuckling. “Let’s see if he allows me to eat in bed. What a grump,” she muttered. “Military man and all his fucking rules. I pay half the mortgage, too.”

Eventually, it was time to leave. Robby wanted to give a speech to everyone before they left. Y/N walked over from the nurses’ station, standing across from Jack and Robby, who were preparing for a little speech.

“Alright, everybody!” Dana called out. “Listen up!”

All eyes went on them.

“Today should never have happened,” Robby began. Y/N looked at him, then to Jack, who had his arms crossed. “It’s impossible to imagine that would possess somebody to commit such a horrific act. It’s the worst of humanity, but it brought out the best in the rest of us. We saw our better angels come to aid of our patients. Each of you rose to the occasion. And I can’t…can’t tell you how proud I am of all of you,” Robby expressed, looking all of them over, voice filled with emotion. “This place will break your heart. But it is also full of miracles, and that is a testament to all of you coming together and doing what we do best. Thank you for everything you did here today. We saw 112 mass casualty patients come through here in the last four hours, and 106 of them are gonna live.” Robby stopped, tears coming to his eyes as he glanced down. His voice broke. “None of us are gonna forget today…Even if we really, really want to.” Robby had tears in his eyes. Actual tears. Y/N bit down on her bottom lip, glancing at the floor as she took a breath. “So go home. Let yourselves cry. You’ll feel better. It’s just grief leaving the body.” Robby did one final nod before Jack patted him on the back as Robby walked away.

-

Robby was on the roof when Jack came up. Y/N was finishing off something and Jack saw Robby sneak off somewhere. He followed. Silent footsteps as Robby heard him eventually halt.

Robby let out a sigh.

“You’re in my spot,” Jack stated, nodding to where Robby was standing on the roof, hands on his lips. Robby was past the safety rails; however, he didn’t respond. “Just so you know, Grubhub will not deliver to the roof, but there is a DoorDash guy…uh…Marco, who will trek up here for an extra ten bucks, twenty if you want beer.”

Robby didn’t say anything for a moment, focusing on the city skyline and the bright lights while the darkness slept. Jack walked a little further up, grasping the rails, then glanced at his best mate. “Nice speech down there. Wish I had given it.”

Robby shook his head, still looking ahead. “No, you don’t.”

Jack scoffed, shaking his head. “No. Fuck, no. But I’m glad somebody did.” Then he leaned over, looking over the railing to the fall. “Yeah,” he hummed. “I think I finally understand why I keep coming back now,” he said, taking a moment as Robby glanced at him quickly. “It’s in our DNA. It’s what we do. We can’t help it. We’re the…we’re the bees that protect the hive.”

Robby sniffled, nodding as tears came down his face. However, he shook his head. “Maybe you, not me.”

“What are you talking about?” Jack asked.

“You know damn well what I’m talk–“ he halted, glancing away. “I’m talking about.” Robby continued to shake his head. “I broke.”

“You didn’t break,” Jack muttered, voice stern. “You didn’t break,” he repeated.

“I shut down. At the moment, everybody needed me the most, I wasn’t there. I couldn’t do it. I choked.”

Jack’s brows furrowed. “For what, for forty seconds?” Robby stayed quiet. “Three minutes? Ten minutes?” Robby turned to look at Jack. “So, fucking what? We all have that. That is what happens when you’re in a war and nothing makes sense.” Robby was running his hands through his hair. “We survived as a species because we learned how to cooperate and communicate, so when we’re in the middle of killing each other, it divides the very logic of our existence. Your brain starts to short-circuit. All you can do is focus on the medicine. The medicine’s the only thing that saves the patient and your sanity.”

Robby nodded along. “I’m gonna need a drink if you keep talking,” he muttered.

Jack glanced over. “You get what I’m saying, right?” Jack asked, voice low and brow raised. He leaned in, tone going serious. “You rocked that shit down there tonight.” Then a beat as he tried to get Robby to make eye contact. “Yeah? You rocked that shit down there tonight. We all did. Now that is a compliment. Accept the damn compliment for once.”

Robby looked back at Jack. “What if we just didn’t talk for a minute?” Robby muttered.

“I’m just trying to help,” Jack replied.

“I know.”

“I appreciate you–“

“Still talking,” Robby muttered, glancing away.

Jack nodded, looking away as he stayed quiet. “Sorry.”

Silence happened for a few minutes as the two of them took steady breathes and thought for a moment. Robby groaned lightly as Jack just stared at the horizon. After about thirty seconds, Jack looked up from looking at his feet. “I know you said not to talk, but I do need to thank you,” he began.

Robby looked over. “For what?”

“Being there for Y/N today,” Jack responded.

Robby didn’t say anything right away. His jaw flexed once, then again. He looked away again, back to the skyline, like it was safer than the weight in Jack’s voice.

Jack exhaled slowly through his nose. “I was mad,” he admitted, voice quiet now. “Fuck, I was mad. Not because I thought you did anything wrong or she did anything wrong, but because I wasn’t there. She needed someone, and I wasn’t the one there. And it killed me because the minute she was mine, I made a promise to myself that she’d never have to suffer alone again. But you were there and Dana.”

Robby swallowed hard. His lips parted like he might say something, but then he just shook his head and blinked rapidly.

“Never thought we would have an experience like this,” Jack admitted. “She has endo, severely, and I knew the chances of her getting pregnant were slim, and her carrying to full term was even slimmer. But,” he sighed, “it happened, and you were there. You were the one who figured it out before me, who gave her the ultrasound. You were the one who didn’t press, didn’t push. You just sat there with her. And when I couldn’t… When I didn’t even know what was going on, you had her back. So, thank you.” Jack found Robby’s eyes again.

Robby was quiet again, his chest rising a little harder now. And then, he broke, tears coming down.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said hoarsely. “I did it because I care about her. I’ve always cared about her.”

Jack nodded. “I know,” he muttered.

“I tried not to,” Robby whispered, looking away. “After you two got serious. I told myself I was over it. That I was just her friend. That I was her partner’s best mate. That I was her boss. But watching her today,” he stopped, rubbing at his eyes. “Watching her go through that. Alone. Quiet. Acting like she was fine. It,” he stopped and took a breath, “killed me.” He took a sharp breath. “Then she threatened me to never mention it again. That she was never going to tell you–“

“What?” Jack muttered.

Robby bit his bottom lip. “She was going through it. It was conflicting in her brain. She didn’t want you to go through loss again.” Jack nodded. “I love her too, you know,” Robby whispered. “Just not the way you do. Not anymore. But she’s family. She’s always been family.”

Jack didn’t speak at first.

He looked at Robby, really looked at him. The way his shoulders shook despite his effort to hide it, the way he wiped at his eyes without thinking, the way his voice stayed hoarse like something had torn through his chest. And Jack felt it in his own ribs, too. That ache. The familiar pain of watching Y/N suffer and knowing there was nothing he could do to take it away.

Jack nodded. “Yeah,” he muttered finally. “She’s family. That and her goblin brother,” he added with a chuckle. Then he shrugged. “Fucking genius that kid is. Scares me. The two of them. But I love that kid too. Even if he crashes in my bed when I work nights or steals my beer when I’m not looking or wrestles me when I’m in the middle of doing something.”

Robby nodded, chuckling. “That’s her kid,” he muttered. “And we will never know the real story.”

Jack shook his head. “No, we never will. I know enough, but not all of it. Don’t know where she lived between fourteen and eighteen when she raised him or how she fed him or…” he stopped and sighed. “I just know there was a woman named Charlotte.”

Robby nodded as he grasped the railing. “I didn’t want to be the one there,” he confessed. “I would’ve rather it been you. She should’ve had you. But when I saw her, fuck,” he muttered, “she was lecturing me and then doubled over in pain. I found her grabbing an ultrasound machine, and I pushed myself into the room and made her let me do it. I didn’t want her to suffer alone. And she just shrank…she was so small. And she said she was fine, but you could tell–“

“Yeah, she hides,” Jack muttered.

“She wants to be a mom” Robby muttered.

Jack nodded. “It fucking destroys me that I can’t give her that,” he muttered. “I would. I would do anything for her to be a mother…despite my age,” Jack chuckled.

Robby nodded. “I didn’t want her to look at the screen,” Robby continued. “But she did. I saw the sac, she did too. Saw the lack of rhythm. I just…” he stopped himself, voice breaking. “And she didn’t even cry. She just…thanked me. Thanked me. And I didn’t know what to do with that.”

Jack’s voice came out like sandpaper. “She does that. She thanks you when she doesn’t know how to feel.” Robby nodded. Jack bit down his bottom lip. “She said we’d talk. When she’s ready.”

Robby shook his head. “She won’t be,” he muttered. “Not fully. But she’ll try. For you.”

Jack nodded. “Get that drink now?” he asked.

Robby nodded. “Yeah.”

-

Y/N was at the nurses’ station on her phone. Hot pink cardigan on and her giant handbag that fits her whole life beside her. She leaned back as Jack and Robby appeared.

“Where’d you two old men run away to?” she called out, raising a brow as she pocketed her phone. “I feel left out. Complete FOMO.”

Jack’s brows furrowed. “FOMO?” he asked.

“Fear of missing out. Get with the language,” she hummed, smirking. “Seriously, where’d you fuck off to?”

“Roof,” Jack stated.

“Damn, where was my invitation?” she asked as she got up to walk to them, grabbing her bag off the floor.

“Kids aren’t allowed there,” Jack stated as they began to walk to the lockers.

Robby rolled his eyes, rubbing his face. “You wouldn’t have liked it anyway. It was mostly us bonding over trauma and failing mental health.”

Y/N chuckled, pushing her bag over her shoulder, but Jack took it off, holding the massive bag in his hands. “So…a brooding pity party with a skyline view? Sounds romantic? Were the clothes on or off?” she asked, smirking.

“Kid,” Jack hissed. “Enough.”

“What? I love a little guy-on-guy action,” she chuckled, nudging their arms. “Favourite porn category.”

“I am going to put a muzzle on you,” Jack muttered as they grabbed their things.

She groaned. “Ugh, fine. I prefer lesbian action anyway,” she muttered as they walked to the exit after Jack grabbed his backpack and Robby too.

Jack sent her a death glare while Robby just threw his head back in laughter. “I don’t know how you live with her, man,” he muttered, shaking his head before patting Jack on the back.

“I don’t either,” Jack deadpanned. “I survive her.”

Y/N beamed like he’d just given her a compliment. “Oh, you love me, Captain. I’m a full-time adventurer. Keeps you young.”

“You’re a full-time migraine, is what you are,” Jack muttered as they left the ER into the waiting room, still holding her bag in his hand. “Whoa,” Jack mumbled as they entered the waiting room. “It didn’t take long to fill up in here.”

“Never does,” Robby responded as they walked through it in a single line, Y/N in front.

“How long until we run out of boarding beds?” Jack asked over his shoulder.

“Probably sunrise,” Robby responded.

They were walking when Jack halted with Robby. Y/N looked from behind them as Myrna came in with a police officer. Dressed in sparkles and chaos, she grinned at the doctors while the police officer had her bag slung over his shoulder.

“She had a seizure,” the officer said to them.

“Of course she did,” Robby replied.

Myrna looked Jack up and down, smirking. “Looking good, Dr. Abbot,” she hummed, winking.

Jack nodded to her. “You too, Myrna,” he replied respectfully.

“Oh, thanks,” she hummed back. Then she saw Y/N. “Cupcake,” she muttered.

“Hiya,” Y/N replied, grasping onto Jack’s bag with her hand. His camo one with his last name embroidered on it. “Dabbling in nighttime mischief?” she replied.

“Always,” Myrna muttered, winking. Then she saw Robby as he walked away. She called over her shoulder. “Hey, Fruitcake. Fruitcake and Cupcake, my favourite bakery.”

Y/N called over her shoulder. “Want sprinkles with that attitude, Myrna?” Then she heard a cackle.

“You keep that sass up, Cupcake, and I’m gonna put you in my will. Leave you my collection of bedazzled ashtrays and felony charges.”

Y/N snorted as she continued to walk with Jack and Robby.

“Don’t harass my nurse, Myrna,” Robby called over his shoulder.

Then Jack looked at Robby. “Fruitcake?” he hummed then looked at Y/N. “Cupcake?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

“She reminds me of my mother,” Y/N muttered. “Without the pills. But attitude, absolutely. And the desire to show everyone her vagina.”

They all started chuckling. They exited the hospital; Jack placed his hand on Y/N’s back as they walked across the street to the park. It was dark, Jack dropped his hand as they got closer to the park bench. Y/N brought her cardigan closer. It was a Friday night in September, the breeze was there. Jack, who wore no jacket, wasn’t bothered.

“Cold?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “I’m right,” he muttered. She just nodded but rubbed her hand up and down his bare arm.

They got to the park bench. Princess and Donnie were there. Smiles went around.

“Hey, hide the hard drugs, kids,” Donnie said as he threw a beer to Robby. Then he threw one to Jack, who missed.

“Oh, nice catch,” Robby muttered.

“Loser,” Y/N muttered before perfectly catching hers.

Jack sat on the edge of the bench, placing his bag on the ground with Y/N’s before grabbing the back of Y/N’s caridgan to pull her next to him. She sat down as Robby sat next to her.

“Man,” Robby groaned as he took a deep breath.

Jack was playing with his prosthetic. He rolled up his cargo pants, revealing his transformer leg. Y/N glanced over to watch him.

Princess sighed before Donnie shook his head. “Today was a motherfucker,” he muttered.

“You in pain?” Y/N asked, looking at him. “How’s your hip?” she asked as he began to undo the leg.

“I’m fine,” Jack muttered. Y/N just nodded.

“You sure?”

“Grand, Kid,” he said as he got it off and handed it to her. Y/N took it, placing it in her lap as if it were nothing. It was normal for them.

Donnie looked at Jack. “Have you ever been in anything like that before?” he asked.

Jack began to massage his leg, and Y/N grasped his hand. “I’ll massage it tonight,” she muttered, bringing his left hand to her lips and kissing it. It was quiet enough for them to only hear. He was still wearing his wedding ring, but she was not bothered by it.

“Let’s hope none of us ever had to again,” Robby replied.

Princess shook her head. “No shit.”

Jack glanced up from massaging his leg. “We probably will,” he stated, voice gruffy and blunt. “If not us, others.” Then he grabbed his beer, cracking it.

Y/N cracked hers, bringing it to her lips. A subtle groan came from her lips. “Ugh, divine.”

“Yeah, but we survived that craziness, right?” Donnie hummed, nodding.

Jack just nodded, eyes directly on the nurse. Eye contact always.

“To the Pitt crew,” Donnie stated, taking his can up to the sky to toast.

“To all the people we saved,” Princess added, holding her beer up.

“Here, here,” Robby muttered.

“And the ones we couldn’t,” Jack added.

“To chaos, blood, gore and drama. We slayed that puppy like it’s a motherfucker,” Y/N muttered.

Then they took a sip, smiling at one another.

A few figures appeared as they drank their beer.

“Is this where all the cool kids hang out?” Samira (Mohan) expressed, smirking as she came up with Javadi and Mateo.

“Oh, you know it,” Donnie replied, opening the cooler to throw them a beer.

“Nice of you to join us,” Princess said.

“If there ever was a day,” Samira muttered as Donnie and each threw them a beer.

Javadi got a beer, and she shook her head. “Actually, sorry, I don’t drink,” she muttered. “I don’t know why I took that.” Then she handed it to Mateo.

“She’s not old enough,” Princess muttered.

“I’d say if she is old enough to put in a chest tube and intubate, she’d old enough to drink a beer,” Robby muttered.

“Kudos,” Y/N replied. “How old are you, Kid?” she asked.

“Twenty,” Javadi muttered.

“Holy shit,” Y/N replied. “Youngling. My brother is turning twenty soon, he drinks beer. Well,” she looked over to Jack who was looking at the ground, “Jack’s beer.” Then she chuckled.

“We won’t tell your mom,” Mateo stated, handing her a beer.

Javadi looked between them. How Jack placed his hand on Y/N’s thigh, squeezing it.

“Wait, you two are together?” Javadi gasped looking between Jack and Y/N.

Y/N smirked, taking a sip of her beer. She lowered it and raised a brow. “What gave that away?” she hummed.

Jack didn’t even look up, just took another sip of his beer, hand still resting on Y/N’s thigh possessively.

“I thought…” Javadi trailed off, looking at Robby with a confused expression. “I thought you and Dr. Robby were a thing.”

Robby choked on his beer.

Y/N let out a loud chuckle. “Oh my God,” she mumbled. “I did hear that rumour today,” she hummed. “Best entertainment.”

Robby chuckled, shaking his head. “No, Ace and I,” he looked at Y/N. “Good mates.”

Javadi’s brows furrowed. “You called him, ‘Cowboy’,” she stated. “Repeatly.”

Y/N shrugged. “Been at this ER for eight years. Everyone gets a nickname,” she hummed and looking at Jack. “Old man and Captain,” she hummed as Jack met her eyes. “What else do I call you?” Then she patted his thigh.

Jack muttered. “Six years,” he said, glancing up. “Been tolerating her bullshit for six years.”

Y/N hummed with her beer and hand, prosthetic on her lap. “Robby and I are close. Best mates with a dysfunctional but healthy relationship. However, I’m more into emotionally constipated war veterans with truck obsessions, collects emergency medicine kits and superiority complexes.”

Jack snorted. “You forgot the prosthetic.”

“Oh yeah,” she hummed. “That’s the best part. Real kink starter,” she stated, smirking.

Everyone snorted on their drink while Jack did a simple, “Y/N,” hiss.

Javadi blinked. “There’s a…a vibe between you two,” she muttered, looking between Y/N and Robby.

Jack stayed quiet, looking at the floor.

“Just wait till they work together,” Princess stated, pointing to Jack and Y/N. “They read each other’s minds,” she whispered, smirking. Princess then handed Jack some wipes.

“Thank you,” he replied, taking them.

“You guys do this after every shift?” Samira asked.

Jack took the prosthetic from Y/N’s lap and began to clean the shoe on it.

“Not always,” Y/N replied.

“Usually, it’s a little more lively,” Donnie stated.

“The emergency department throws wicked parties.”

Y/N watched Jack clean the blood off his shoes. Then he gestured to her with the wipes. She shook her head. “Not now.” He then nodded. “I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“It’s going to stain,” he whispered. She nodded and squeezed his hand.

“Just adds to the fear of me,” she replied.

Just then, Robby began to cackle. Loud laughter. Y/N glanced over to him.

“What’s so funny?” Samira asked.

Robby ran a hand through his hair and beard before looking at Javadi. “I just realised this is your first shift,” he said, looking at the med student.

Y/N’s eyes widened while Jack continued to focus on his shoes.

“Yeah,” Javadi muttered.

Then everyone began to laugh together. Jack smirked. “That was baptism by fire, baby,” he hummed, holding his beer up and a toasting moment.

“I can pretty much guarantee you the next one will be easier,” Robby added.

Javadi stared at Robby before nodding. “I really fucking hope so,” she stated, sternly.

“You’ll love it soon,” Y/N replied. “If you want to do ED. You’ll fall in love with it. Its gore, chaos, disorganisation and blood. You’ll be addicted to it without even realising it. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else,” she said, nodding. Then chuckled. “Maybe plastics. You can make so much money in plastics.”

“You’re not leaving the ER,” Robby and Jack stated at the same time.

“Doll,” Y/N stated, looking at Javadi, “take it from me. You’re twenty. Finishing your medical degree. Mama is a hot-shot surgeon. There’s an expectation for greatness from your environment.” Javadi stared at her. “Pick something you love. That makes you excited every day. That fills your bucket. Don’t live for other people. You’re the maker of your own destiny.”

Javadi blinked at her like she’d never heard someone say that out loud before. Slowly, she nodded, then glanced down at her beer in her hands, her eyes glassy with overwhelm. “Thanks,” she muttered, voice small but grateful. “I need to hear that.”

Y/N nodded. “You remind me of my brother. He’s incredibly intelligent and I tell him that its ok to fuck up, its ok to not know but its ok to take time to figure it out. You have the privilege to do that. You have the time. So, if ER is not for you, then find something you love, and if medicine isn’t for you, then there are other ways to help people.”

Javadi nodded. “Thanks,” she muttered. “I don’t know if I want be a doctor after today,” she admitted.

“Because today isn’t normal,” Y/N replied. “You’re here for a few weeks for your rotation, you’ll see normal. But you were great today. Excellent. You’re a great doctor, Victoria.”

She just sent a smile to Y/N. “Thanks.”

Jack looked over to Y/N. “You know this is a park hangout with beer not a TED talk, right?” he hummed, smirking.

“Oh, shut up. You love my inspirational moments,” Y/N replied. “Got to use the psych degree somehow.”

“You have a psych degree?” Javadi asked.

Y/N smiled. “I have a double major in nursing and psychology with honours. An IQ of 178 and an eidetic memory. Don’t let the charisma, humour and the massive rack confuse you, Doll.”

Javadi’s mouth opened, then closed again like her brain had stalled. “You’re kidding. Why aren’t you a doctor?” she asked, shrugging.

Jack and Robby both looked at Y/N, who stayed quiet. She stared at Javadi for a moment. “That’s where we are different, Victoria. I didn’t have the privilege to be one. But you do,” she stated, smiling. “So, make it your bitch. Because if I was in your position. I would’ve been a fucking goddamn award-winning surgeon.”

Javadi swallowed hard, her face falling a little with the weight of Y/N’s words. “Sorry,” she muttered, genuinely, cheeks tinged with pink. “I didn’t–“

Y/N cut her off with a soft smile and shake of her head. “Doll, it’s grand. This isn’t a pity party. This is me being a mom for a moment who is like ‘hey, make the world your bitch and bend it over so you can peg it’. I’ve given the same speech to my brother. You should meet. He’s a quantum physics major with a…well, debating between psychology or math as a minor. Honours as well. His IQ is 174, though. However, I’ve saved hundreds of lives and I’m happy so that’s what matters. I love what I do, and I love my life. I boss everyone around. So, don’t worry, ok?”

Javadi just nodded.

“You boss all of us around,” Robby muttered, lifting his beer. “Like an emotional support dominatrix.”

Y/N gasped. “Jesus, Cowboy, want me to pull out the leather outfit as well and the whip?” she hummed. Robby just chuckled, shaking his head. Y/N glanced back at Javadi then Samira. “Don’t talk to your attendings the way I do,” she said seriously. “It will probably get you fired.”

Jack sighed. “Behave, Y/N. Enough of the TED talks,” he stated, sipping his beer. “It’s too late.”

“Fine, I’ll save it for the pillow talk,” Y/N hummed, sipping her beer now. Jack rolled his eyes. “I bring it all. The speeches. The depth. The rack. What do you bring, McGrumpy?” she hummed, looking at her man.

Jack just stated, very seriously. “The retirement plan.”

Robby snorted beer out of his nose.

Donnie then hummed. “Hey, at least you didn’t get pissed on,” he added to Javadi.

“Oh my God, the kid got peed on, didn’t he?” Y/N chuckled.

“Who?” Jack whispered to her.

“Whitaker. Poor Whitaker,” Y/N muttered. “Med student.”

“Where is he?” Princess asked.

“Yeah, probably quit,” Donnie stated.

Robby shook his head, groaning. “No… Oh, that kid’s tough. He’ll be back. Just like the rest of us.”

Everyone nodded, however, an ambulance came by. The loud sirens were echoing.

“Home?” Jack whispered to Y/N. She nodded.

“Ok, that’s it for me,” Robby muttered, standing up as he grabbed his backpack.

“Want a ride, Cowboy?” Y/N asked. “Jack is going to get us food. He has the truck; I have the Bronco. So, I can drop you home.”

Robby looked at Y/N and nodded. “Yeah, sure, Ace. That’ll be great.” He stood up and looked at everyone. “Goodnight. Get some rest. Tomorrow is another day.”

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