#michael Robinavitch

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Coffee Snob (Pt 2)

Summary: Follow up to Coffee Snob reader checks in on Robby a few days after the stitches incident to discover Robby’s fallen ill and is more than happy, despite what he says, to let her take care of him for a change

Pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Robby’s sick just talk of a coughing fit and some sneezes tho

Author’s Note: When I wrote Coffee Snob I had zero plans to write a part two. Then I got the very first comment on that work asking me to please make one and I wrote this that same day. Moral of the story here is fanfic authors are fickle people who will buckle under the smallest amount of peer pressure so never be afraid to reach out and ask. Thank you so much who showed the first part so much love that makes me so unbelievably happy! I hope you like this one too!

Part 1 Here

With the way he had spiraled over your stitches in the ER you had expected Robby to be insufferable about your injury for the days to come.

As promised you had shown up at his place after work and he had happily redressed your arm for you, taking much too long in your opinion to check over the stitches once again before wrapping them up and grilling you about your dizziness, not taking any of your assurances that you were fine for an answer and only finally backing down when you had cheekily proposed sharing a beer on the roof. That finally earning yourself a glare and swift instruction to go rest.

So naturally you had expected to see him the next day, for more than just a coffee handoff that was, but after that morning it was nothing but radio silence from the man.

At first you figured he was just busy, didn’t think much of it when you fell asleep that night without hearing from him.

But then it happened again the next day. No stop by for coffee, no text to make sure you were doing okay, no offer to check over your stitches again.

That was how you found yourself at his door bright and early the following day, forcing your hand to knock on it before you could talk yourself out of it.

At first there was nothing, you waiting long enough to prompt another set of knocks before you heard it, a raspy cough coming from inside the apartment. “Robby you in there?”

Still nothing but a pitiful attempt to stifle the next round of coughs, that alone was enough to push you to try desperate measures “Look I don’t mean to bother you but there’s this pus coming out of my stitches and it kinda smells”

The door was being ripped open before you could even finish the sentence.

You barely had time to take in the old blanket thrown over his shoulders or the deep purple bags under his eyes before he was grabbing at your arm, fingers already reaching to undo the wrappings as he spoke “you said it smelled?”

You ripped your arm back from his grasp, a disbelieving huff escaping you as you glared up at him “oh so you are home”

“Yes look” he barely gave the comment any thought, reaching again for your arm with a sigh “you could have an infection just let me-“

“Robby I’m fine” you cut him off, pulling your arm out of his reach and angling your head to properly catch his eyeline “I just wanted to see if you would actually answer the door”

He glared back at you, crossing his arms over his chest “so you lied to me”

“Oh that’s real rich coming from the man who was hiding in his apartment from me” You shot back with a raise of your brows, Robby at least having the decency to look sheepish from beneath your gaze “you’ve been avoiding me, what’s going on?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you” he countered with a shake of his head, stating the words as if they were obvious “and I’m-“ he suddenly cut himself off, chest heaving dramatically twice before a loud sneeze tore through him effectively putting an end to the sentence.

You raised a brow at that “you want to try that again? Or are we just going to pretend it never happened”

“It’s nothing” he fought back stubbornly “just a-“ and again he was cut off as he quickly pivoted away from you and tucked his mouth into the crook of his elbow, a series of coughs escaping him harshly.

Almost seeming hesitant Robby slowly dropped his arm and pivoted back around to face you slowly, once the coughing had subsided, a dramatic eye roll and sigh escaping him as he caught sight of your wolfish grin “no”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say”

“but I know what that smile means and I want nothing to do with it”

You stared him down with a smirk, Robby meeting your gaze unabashedly though you both knew who would win this waiting game, you just had to wait for-

Another sneeze tore through him, a defeated groan running through Robby once he had recovered.

“Michael Robinavitch are you sick?”

“I don’t get sick” the glare he sent back at you was more a challenge than anything, as if daring you to call him on it.

One you were more than happy to meet “oh so this is just what? Rapid onset allergies?”

“I will pay you to no longer have to be a part of this conversation”

“Oh come onnn” you whined at him petulantly, leaning against his doorframe, making it abundantly clear you weren’t going anywhere “it’s my turn to play doctor”

“You know what they say about doctors making the worst patients”

“They also say I’d make the worst doctor so that just makes us the perfect pair”

Again he just glared at you, arms tightening around his chest as he did so “are we done with this yet? Can I go nap?”

You grinned back at that, holding up a single finger “Hold on real quick I have to decide just how insufferable I want to be about this”

With a loud groan he was turning back to his apartment, making a show of grabbing the door to shut you out, but there was an unmistakable upwards tick of his mouth that told you he wasn’t quite as annoyed as he pretended to be. You took that as an invitation to push your way further into his place “Come on sickie I’ll make you some soup”

The heels of his palms came up to dig harshly into his eyes as he shambled further into the apartment “I don’t-“ he was interrupted by another coughing fit, having little choice but to drag himself over to his couch and collapse on the pillows “fine. You’re lucky I like your cooking”

“I’d say you’re lucky you like my cooking” you shot back with a wink, strolling over to his kitchen and opening the fridge letting a snort slip out of you at the sight “scratch that you’re lucky I stock my fridge like an adult. I’ll be right back”

You got little more than a hum out of the man in question as he sunk deeper into his couch, blanket wrapped tight around himself as his whole body relaxed on the spot making you smile.

Running upstairs to grab everything you needed you slipped back into his place without knocking, glad to see that he had fallen asleep.

Figuring you could take your time with it you started with your own homemade stock you kept in the back of your fridge, heating that up and taking your time to cut the vegetables.

By the time you dropped the noodles in about an hour had passed and you figured it was time to wake Robby up and give him some meds.

Spooning out a portion into a bowl to start cooling you made your way over to the couch, hunching down to just above him and quietly calling out his name.

The man asleep on the couch, however, didn’t budge, not moving at all still when you put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a small shake. With an amused chuckle you brought a hand up to his cheek, carting your fingers briefly through his beard before cupping it properly and giving his head a small shake, raising your voice just enough to catch his attention “Robby”

He jolted awake beneath your touch, eyes snapping open quickly as he took in a deep breath before snapping shut once again as he winced at the brightness of the room making you giggle. “Sorry about that”

He only hummed in response, the sound coming from deep within his chest as he pried one eye open to look up at you, a hand coming up to rake his fingers through his beard before capturing your own before you could fully pull it back, threading his fingers through your own before bringing the palm of your hand to his lips and pressing a quick kiss to the heel of it, discarding the hand in the next step fluidly as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You desperately willed yourself to be normal about that as you leaned back slightly to give him room to sit up, Robby seeming to not even had noticed what he had done as he stretched and took in the room around him “what’s going on?”

“Made you food” you were praying to anyone who would listen that he wouldn’t notice just how hoarse your voice suddenly sounded “also wanted to check on you how’re you feeling” you avoided his gaze as you brought a hand up to his forehead, feeling the skin with the back of it as you assessed him.

The silence between the two of you stretched just a bit too long for it to be normal before you were pulling your hand back and looking down at Robby, finding the man’s gaze already on you intently, a soft, lopsided smile on his lips.

“Robby?”

The sound of his name seemed to snap him out of his trance, a slow dramatic blink taking over him as he shook his head slightly, his body physically going through a reset as he processed your question “Good. Yeah. Good. I’m good.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that “well that’s good” you teased him earning you a soft scoff “feels like your temperature’s gone down a little bit”

“Real scientific method of measurement you got going there”

“Are you trying to be difficult or does it just come naturally to you?”

He started to laugh at the jab, the sound catching in his throat and sending him into another coughing fit that had you frowning.

“When was the last time you took meds?”

He shook his head in response mumbling out a “didn’t” as he relaxed back against the couch and closed his eyes again.

“Doctors” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes, giving his leg beside you a pat as you stood up “we’re absolutely going to change that but first you should eat”

You grabbed the bowl you had let cool for a bit off the counter and a spoon and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

“You made soup?”

“I made soup” you repeated with no small amount of amusement as you sat next to him on the couch, grabbing the remote off the arm of the chair in the process.

“With the stuff in my fridge?”

“With the stuff in my fridge” you corrected him with a snort, turning on the tv and scrolling through the options “I’m good but I’m not that good”

Shaking his head he picked up the bowl and brought the spoon to his lips, taking a first bite and barely getting it down his throat before he was practically melting on the spot.

“That good?” You asked with a grin, Robby barely sparing you a glance before took another bite.

“Did you make these noodles?” He asked in disbelief around the food.

You shrugged in response “figured I’d let you sleep for a bit while I did it”

He paused at that, as if that weren’t the answer he was expecting as his eyes cut from the bowl up to you “You really handmade the noodles in this soup”

“You were out for like an hour”

“You put handmade noodles in a soup you made for a person who is sick”

“I put handmade noodles in a soup I made for you” You corrected automatically giving his side a small nudge, immediately trying to downplay just how much the moment meant to you “if it means anything the stock I used is from scratch too but I definitely didn’t do that today”

He stared back at you dumbfoundedly, looking back down at the bowl before him as if it had personally offended him “I feel like I should save this for when I’m healthy”

“What” you laughed at the absurdity of it “don’t be ridiculous I made that soup for you now”

“But this is good soup. Restaurant quality soup. And I can barely breathe through my nose” he protested weakly.

“I’m a restaurant quality chef” you pointed out “you literally only let me come in here because I offered to make you soup”

“I thought you would throw some dried noodles into a can of broth not this”

“Robby I live right down the hall” you pointed out with a laugh “I make a stock from the veggie scraps in my freezer like once a month I can make you soup at any time”

Still looking skeptical he finally relented, slowly picking back up the bowl and bringing another spoonful to his mouth, practically moaning around it as he took another bite “fuck that’s good”

Snorting you turned your gaze back to the TV with a wide grin and a shake of your head, mumbling under your breath just loud enough for him to hear “can of broth. The fuck you think this is amateur hour?”

-

Robby can’t remember the last time he had woken up this comfortable.

It was as if someone had gone through his body and carefully tended to each knot in his muscles one by one. All the tension in him had melted away until he felt closer to an amorphous blob than human person. And he had to admit a large part of it was absolutely to do with the fingers dragging slow patterns back and forth through his hair, nails just barely scratching at his scalp.

Rather than like his last nap he rose to consciousness slowly this time, soft blinks allowing his eyes to naturally acclimate to the light in the room, none of this properly preparing his brain to fully process exactly what position he was about to find himself in.

His head had to be in your lap. That was the only logical conclusion he could come to with the way your upper body loomed over him, one elbow perched on the back of the couch with a book in hand, the other hand tucked back threading itself through his hair as if it were natural.

And for a second he could do nothing but watch. Watch as your eyes flew back and forth over the words on the page, your attention fully captured by whatever was happening within the novel, the patterns on his scalp only pausing briefly to allow you to turn the page and continue reading. Watch the way the soft light of what had to be sunset filtered beautifully through your hair from the window across the room.

For a brief moment he considered just closing his eyes once more. Feigning sleep for just a little longer. Letting himself bask in a rare moment of tranquility.

Instead his eyes caught familiar white gauze as your arm lifted to turn the page and the words were tumbling out of him before he could think better of it “How’s your arm?”

And maybe he should’ve made some sort of comment earlier to warn you of his consciousness, but it wasn’t something that had occurred to him until you were shrieking in surprise, his head snapping up at an awkward angle as your whole body jumped with it, the book dangling from your fingers falling as you released it suddenly, the spine of the hardcover book hitting Robby squarely in the nose.

He shot up on the spot, hand coming quickly to hold his nose as the book tumbled unceremoniously to the floor. And it honestly didn’t hurt too badly, the surprise of it all getting to him more than anything, but to see the wide-eyed look of guilt you shot him as both your hands came up to cover your gaping mouth. That almost made it all worth it “we gotta work on your bedside manner”

The quip seemed to snap you out of it, hands dropping from your mouth as you immediately leaned closer to him, desperate to get a good look at the damage as you swore “fuck Robby I am so sorry”

And you were just so close all of a sudden, perfume permeating the air around him, the distance allowing him to fixate on every fleck of color in your eyes, that it had his brain short circuiting, suddenly unable to form coherent sentences, something you clearly didn’t take as a good sign.

You were up before he could stop you, running across the apartment and returning with a bag of frozen peas he honestly didn’t even know he owned. “Of course the only vegetables you own are of the freezer variety”

Still he took the bag from you and pressed them to his face slowly, more to humor you than out of any need of it “You come into my home, insult my food, break my nose-“

“Shit did I really break it?” And again you were so close, a hand on his forearm to brace yourself as you leaned in and Robby was struck by the heat of the touch, by the subtle weight of your hand, by the smoothness of your skin, his next words coming out just a touch too late.

“No I’m fine” You shot him a skeptical look, Robby making a show of peeling away the bag of peas to reveal his perfectly intact nose “Really there was no harm done”

Though the words still didn’t seem to fully placate you it did have you backing down, releasing his arm from your grip and sitting back properly on the couch with a groan that had him chuckling softly, more than happy to realize the incessant need to cough didn’t arise from it. “What time is it?”

“Oh it’s-“ You cut yourself off as you searched around briefly for your phone, the question almost seeming to catch you off guard “4:30…meaning I have fifteen minutes before I need to leave for the restaurant” the words sounded almost bitter in your tone making him smile softly “will you be okay if I head out?”

“Yeah I’ll be good” he assured you quietly, enjoying the way you fussed over him “May even have all my extremities still intact if you leave now”

You rolled your eyes dramatically at the jab, running a tired hand over your eyes “Don’t make me start apologizing again cause I’ll do it”

He held up his hands in mock surrender at the threat, unable to keep the smile face as he did so “Really I feel a lot better. Go to work”

You narrowed your eyes at him, gaze skimming over him studying him, assessing him, before nodding reluctantly “okay let me just pack up the soup on the stove”

“I got it” he cut you off easily, more than happy to learn he’d have leftovers of your soup in his fridge “go”

Another skeptical look, another silent standoff, before you were conceding with a sigh and pushing yourself to your feet. “You took a Tylenol four hours ago so you’re due any time for another one. I’ll know if you don’t take one”

“Yes ma’am” he conceded with a grin, watching as you shuffled to his door and slipped on your shoes.

“Also drink more water you haven’t had any today”

“I will”

“I brought some saltines too they’re on the counter you should probably put something solid in your stomach”

“Y/N” he halted your rambling with a chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest as he talked “I am a doctor, I know how this whole thing works”

“Oh cause that was going so well for you when I got here” you rolled your eyes but nonetheless relented, putting your hand on the handle of his door, getting ready to leave, before turning back to him one more time “just…take care of yourself yeah?”

“I will” he promised softly, following you out the door, letting you get a few steps down the hallway before he was calling out to you “Y/N. Thank you”

You spun around to face him at your name, giving him a fond smile as you continued to walk backwards “Anytime Michael”

And god did he love the way his name sounded when you said it. The soft intimacy of it, the playful lit you put on it, the way it felt so natural, so light.

Grinning to himself as he let the door shut behind him, he faced his now empty apartment, the space suddenly feeling a lot smaller, a lot quieter, a lot lonelier.

Spotting your book forgotten on the floor he wandered over to pick it up off the ground, noting it wasn’t one of his, you must have brought it back from yours while he was asleep. Making a mental note to return it later he placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch next to a bookmark he also didn’t recognize and a hair tie that certainly didn’t belong to this apartment. Also placed precariously on the table was a mug that was his own, a thin layer of tea still at the bottom of it along with a tea strainer he didn’t recognize no doubt containing tea leaves whose tin wasn’t native to his cabinets.

Over the course of the day the table had become a mismatched pile of yours and his things within his apartment.

Robby found he rather liked the look of it.

[maybehappylittlerobot]

Dr. Michael «Robby» Robinavitch -  | The Pitt 1x02 - static images

[nineteenninety-six]

hello!! a request for a dr robby with reader my apologies if this is gibberish i have a hard time getting thoughts to words

reader is a social worker in the ED sunshine personified, always trying to cheer up everyone in the department making sure everyone is doing well, especially robby.

she gets called to help out with an agitated patient in the ed by robby. she goes to work with the patient and gets assaulted by the patient like bad, and robby finds her.

Pairing: Michael Robinavitch x Reader

AN: I wrote half of this before rereading the request and realised I strayed a bit but oh well.

Warnings: domestic violence, st@bbing, abuse, assualt. this one does have some heavy themes as a general warning.

You hummed as you rocked on your feet in the elevator as it took you down to the emergency department. You were a social worker at the hospital and you usually alternated with Kiara on who spent the shift in the ED and today was her day but she was currently occupied so you were called down to help on a case that just came through the ambulance bay doors, a suspected domestic violence case.

The elevator doors opened up and you wasted no time in stepping into the hustle and bustle of the emergency room, seeking out the day shift attending, Dr Robby.

You saddled up to the nurse’s station and smile at Dana in greeting, "Hey Dana, now's things going?"

“I’ll tell you what, those banana and chocolate muffins you make would definitely make the day better.” Dana hums as she wriggles her eyebrows as she hints at you.

You laugh at her words. You were an avid baker in your free time and so the staff of the hospital were both the recipients and test subjects of your baked goods. "That bad of a day huh? I’ll pick up some bananas tonight so give me a couple of days there be a full tray in the staffroom.”

"Don't get me started hon and make it two trays." Dana sighs, "You here for that DV case? I'll page Robby that you're down here."

"Thanks Dana" You nod and look around the pit as you waited for Robby. You didn't exactly know what you were looking for as everyday was different yet also the same at the pit. Same shit, different day.

You hear Robby call out your name as he approached the nurse’s station and you turn to face him with a smile, "Hey Robby."

A bright smile spreads across Robby's face as he comes to a stop by your side and you can't help the bright smile you return back.

"So, what’s the case you wanted my help with?"

Robby pulls you to the side, to an alcove where you can speak privately where there will be no overhearing ears.

"EMTs brought her in about thirty minutes ago. Woman in her twenties, boyfriend called it in, says he came home and found her unconscious on the floor. She has multiple bruises, both new and old, multiple fractures, new and old again. Trauma to the face and head including a skull fracture and broken cheekbone. Also, a couple of rib fractures."

You stare speechless at Robby as he rattles off the poor woman’s injuries, "... Holy shit."

Robby nods in agreement at your words, rubbing his hands across his face in exhaustion.

"Those sound like car crash injuries" You murmur, "And you said the boyfriend called it in? Was it like a house invasion... but you called me down so..."

"Police called, there was no evidence of an attempt to break in, no robbery took place."

"Shit..." You swear again, "So he assaults her, probably worse than he's ever done before, realises it and calls the ambulance and makes a story to avoid suspicion."

"Most probably" Robby nods, "You want me to come in with you?"

"Despite how much I'd appreciate that, I know you have your hands full with both patients and reports."

"I don't want you going in there alone though" Robbie worries.

"I'II bring Mateo or Donnie, I won't be alone and get a security guard to stand guard nearby but not at the door, I don't want to scare either of them."

Robby nods, "Sounds good."

You flash him a smile as you reach forward and squeeze his hand. "I'll keep you updated, okay?"

"Okay." Robby returns your smile, albeit with a shy smaller one. "I'll see you later."

Robby returns back to the nurse’s station, next to Dana as they watch as you head towards the patient’s room,

“Are you ever going to ask her out?” Dana asks.

Robby’s eyes flicker to Dana who was already looking at him, “She’s too good for me.”

Dana rolls her eyes at the man, “She’s very good, yes. Sweet and lovely and kind…which is why I think you two are good for each other. Trust me, ask her out.”

Robby hums as he clicks on a tablet and steps away, “I’ll think about it.”

You knock on the door, stepping in after a second with Donnie right behind you. The woman lays in bed, full of drugs that are currently keeping her calm and pain-free but she's currently conscious and the man sat next to her looked irritated and angry as he sat with crossed arms and frown on his face, the boyfriend if you had to guess.

"Finally," The man huffs, throwing his hands up in frustration as he stood up, "We've been waiting for ages. I don't know why we're still here. we need to go home."

"Miss Timmins' injuries are severe and require more testing and treatment. I'm afraid she's not going anywhere anytime soon." Donnie tells the boyfriend as he checks her vitals.

"You're just a damn nurse, you don't-know anything!" The boyfriend snaps before he turns to you, "Are you a doctor? Can you discharge us."

"I'm not a doctor. I'm a social worker." You correct.

"We don't need a damn social worker!" The boyfriend snaps becoming more incensed, "We just need a doctor."

"Well, I was called because I heard you were involved in a terrifying incident and my role is to help you in situations like this." You turn your focus on the woman and step closer to the bed and introduce yourself, "You're Claire, right?"

The woman nods and you give her a comforting smile, "It's nice to meet you, Claire. I can get you in contact with support groups and therapists who have experience with working with people who have gone what you have experienced."

"What do you mean?" The boyfriend barks out.

You turn to look at him before you share a look with Donnie. "Claire was involved in a house invasion and that is a terrifying thing to experience, don't you think?"

The man gives a reluctant nod and you share another look with Donnie before you speak again.

"Maybe it's best if I speak to Claire alone. Perhaps she'll feet more comfortable if it’s just the two of us."

The man looks to argue with you, getting red in the face as he stands up but Donnie moves to stand in front of you and the man immediately backs down but he doesn't leave without a glare and a curse muttered underneath his breath. Thankfully Donnie follows him out of the room leaving you alone with Claire.

"Claire, I'm going to be honest with you right now. I've heard what your boyfriend told the 911 operatives and then I heard what the police said when they arrived at your house and honestly, the stories don't match up and I think you're the only person who can tell me the full story."

Claire looked at you with wide watery eyes, and lips that began to tremble,"... I..."

"You don't have to tell me anything; all you have to do is tell me that you need help and I can help you get into contact with those who can actually help!”

"... what will they do?"

"Well, if you want, they'll help you with filing a police report and if your house is not a safe space, then they can get you into a shelter and there they'll help you move states if you so wish, and they can also help with you getting a job."

"What about a restraining order?"

"They can help you with that." You nod "But may I suggest something?”

Claire nods and you continue speaking, “Tell the police what happened. They already know what happened earlier, they talked to your neighbours, they watched the security footage and been to your place, they already know his story doesn’t make sense. They’re already suspicious and your statement would be the nail in the coffin-"

"What the hell are you talking to her about?!"

The words cause you to jump in fright, spinning on your heels to face the angry man in the door. You hadn't realised he had returned and now you were trapped in a room with him and it was obvious he had been there a while and had overheard what you had been saying.

"Answer me." The man’s voice is quiet but deadly and you feel your heart begin to race as he closes the door behind him.

"Please move away from the door" You tell him, keeping your voice calm as to not to escalate the situation.

"What lies have you been feeding her?" The man steps closer to you and you shuffle backwards until your butt hits the bed Claire is in.

You’re too far away to press the staff assist button so your only hope was to talk the angry man down.

“I haven’t told her any lies” You tell him, “We were just talking about what happened earlier.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” The man continues walking forward, his hand digging into his pocket and pulling out a folding knife.

Your heart drops to your stomach and you struggle to swallow amongst the urge to throw up.

“P-please put that down sir” Your voice is low as you plead, “Please…”

Claire gasps and sobs behind you before erupting in a scream when her boyfriend launches himself at you. You try to run for the assist button but before you can you’re pulled back by your collar and thrown to the floor, your head bouncing off of the floor.

You hear Claire scream and you blink through the ache that was creeping through you right now and stumble to your feet, “Claire, press the assist button! Now!”

Claire is frozen in her spot as she watches her boyfriend advance on you and you barely have time to blink before he’s grabbing you. One hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving and the other firmly clasped around the folding knife which he swiftly stabs you with.

You gasp at the searing pain it leaves and it glides through you and you can only stare at the man wide eyed in shock. Claire has curled up into a ball and turned away from you and amidst the pain and shock you realise that you will die soon if you don’t do something and so you scream at the top of your lungs knowing that people out there will definitely hear and come running.

“Shut the fuck up!” The man yells and stabs you again before he attempts to flee out of the room, letting you drop to the ground unable to support yourself anymore.

He doesn’t get far as he runs straight into Ahmed’s arms as he runs through the door and Ahmed is quick to push him to the side and restrain him as someone runs to call the police while Robby, Collins, Langdon, Dana and Princess run into the room.

Robby curses as he spots you when he runs into the room, muttering your name as he did so, “Oh shit-fuck,”

You whimper as he kneels next you and places his hand on top of yours where they lay on your wounds at a poor attempt of stifling the bleeding. You lay in a puddle of your own blood as it pooled around you, your hands drenched in the blood and when Robby’s hand rested on top of yours you left a bloody hand print on his wrist that you held on to in panic.

You stare wide eyed up at Robby, trying to focus through the fear but your body was engulfed in excruciating pain. Every inch of your body ached as you lay there on the emergency department floor, bleeding profusely from a stab wound. The sheer intensity of the situation made your head spin, yet you remained aware of your surroundings.

You heard Princess frantically paging for surgery, and the hurried movements of Dana as they passed whatever Robby had requested.

All you could see however, was Robby hovering above you, his hands moving with expert precision as he stabilised you with Langdon’s help, trying to slow down your bleeding enough for surgery to take over and stitch you up.

Your hands twitched desperately as you reached out for someone’s hand, yearning for physical comfort in this moment of fear. Panic was starting to set in, but when warmth enveloped your hand, you were jolted back to reality. Your eyes fluttered up and met Heather’s warm gaze, and suddenly, all the emotions that had been trapped behind the shock that had taken over after the stabbing were released. You began to sob uncontrollably, tears streaming down your cheeks as you clutched Heather’s hand tightly.

“You’re okay, you’re okay…” Heather soothed you, her fingers gently brushing the tears off your cheeks, “Robby and Frank are nearly done and you can go to up to surgery.”

Heather squeezes your hand and you hold on tight. She was currently your anchor and you didn’t want her to leave because if she did then your focus would shift to the miracle work that Robby and Langdon were performing on you.

Soon a stretcher is pushed into the room and Robby is hovering over you once again, he reaches as if he’s going to cup your cheeks before he remembers that wearing blood-soaked gloves.

“Hey, you’re going off to surgery now. They’re gonna stitch you up real good.” Robby assures you, wincing at your cry when you’re lifted onto the stretcher, “I know the surgeons are assholes but they’re the best in the city, if not the state. You’ll be good hands.”

All you can do it nod before you’re pulled away to the elevators, your hand slipping from Heathers as she falls out of view along with Robby.

You wake to the usual sterile stench that coated the hospital, your eyes slowly blinking open as you stare up at the white ceiling and for a moment you think you’re back on the floor of the emergency department bleeding out but then the steady beeping of the monitor beside you brings you back to reality.

You instinctually shift but your body immediately protests and you still your movement with a pained whimper.

“Hey, hey” A voice calls out to you, the person resting their hand on yours, “Don’t move too much otherwise you open your wounds.”

“Robby?” You croak out as you turn to face, “W-what happened?”

Robby tugs his seat closer and takes both your hands into his, “Do you remember what happened downstairs?”

You think for a moment, trying to find the memories through the fog in your brain before you nod, “Yea…How'd he get the knife in?"

"He came with the ambulance, so no security metal detector and no scanner." Robby explains with a huff.

“Frank and I got you stable and we got you into surgery where they patched you up,” Robby tells you as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, “You’ll stay here for a day or two then you go home. Strictly bedrest no funny business.”

Your lips quirk as you look at Robby, “Is that a demand Dr Robby?”

“Yeah, doctors orders” He nods before his expression settles into something more serious, “…I should have gone in there with you.”

You tangle your hand with Robby’s so your fingers were interlinked, “Shoulda, woulda, coulda. It’s the past now, stop focussing on it.”

“You could have died!” Robby stresses.

“But I didn’t!” You remind him, “You saved me.”

You see him open his mouth, no doubt to argue with you some more and you quickly interrupt him, “Robby, please. You did nothing wrong and you saved me, that’s all there is to this conversation and if you dare bring it up again then I’m kicking you out.”

There’s a pause, a moment of silent before Robby nods and laughs, “…Okay.”

“I do need a favour though”

Robby perks up at that, “Sure anything.”

“You wouldn’t mind picking me up some bananas, would you? I promised Dana some of my chocolate and banana muffins.”

Robby stares at you speechless before he nods with a laugh, “Depends, will there be any for me?”

“Well, I was planning on making you those white chocolate and raspberry muffins you like so much.”

“Just for me?” Robby looks excited.

You smile and nod, “Just for you, as a thank you. Not just for saving me but also for getting all the ingredients.”

“Considering the muffins are repayment, you’re very much welcome.” Robby gives your hands a squeeze before he stands, “Now get some rest, everyone wants to come see you when their shift is done.”

“Sir yes sir!” You nod as you ease back onto the bed, trying your hardest not to pull at your stitches, “I’ll see you later?”

Robby gives you one last nod before he leaves your room.

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

Is that the look he's giving you when tell him to eat you out so he has "at least one warm meal today"?

[333ml]

heart brains guts x

[asaemory]

7:00 A.M. // 9:00 P.M.

[xwilltruman]

exhibit A:

me, having stupid thoughts & feelings about fictional characters: ugh. Fine.

[skltart]

but if i'm atlas and you're atlas then who's running the er??

[force-dyad]

[thedarkesthistories]

the four horsemen mentors of the pitt.

dana (worried): lets get EVERYTHING ready! abbott (tis another tuesday): run out of space? write on their forehead. robby (panic teaching): each of you will do great. listen to each other, learn from your attendings. shen (sips drink): yeah whatever.

[babygiraffez531]

these are so perfect lmao

“The Pitt” characters + tumblr posts that are definitely about them part 1 (original posts: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x) (part 2, 3, 4, 5)

[mymycorrhizae]

The Pitt | S01E15

[therobbycuepitt]

Got a question. Who out of all the men of The Pitt would you see this scenario fitting with most?

Let's say you and your kids are watching a movie, let's say they need more snack or laundry needs to be switched. (Insert Pitt Character) follows you to kitchen or laundry room with 10 minutes of free time with the kids distracted to get some "snacks" or "fold laundry". Then after go back to the movie acting like nothing happened but a smirk on their faces(or maybe an innocent look?)

Maybe it's just me but this thought makes my brain short circuit.

MICHAEL MOTHER FUCKING ROBINAVITCH

Oh anon, he is a handsy one. That man is purely a menace and will take any opportunity to get you alone and have you any way that he can. He'll even make up secret hand signals or code words for you to use whenever one of you needs a little more than a PG rated affection.

I PROMISE I TRIED TO KEEP THIS SHORT LOL

warnings: contains domestic fluff, you and Robby have two kids, nothing explicit ((sorry!))

Michael likes to think he's very creative. He has absolute confidence he had a system down with you when he needed a little extra TLC when the kids finally get preoccupied with toys or the TV for an hour or two. It started with a subtle gesture--him tapping his glasses to signal story time for the kids, who were four and six.

You fake a yawn and stretch from your seat at the couch, eyeing the two kids snuggled together between you and Michael. "Okay, who's ready for story time?" Two small faces turn to you wide eyed before excitedly squealing and rushing to their room.

"Brush your teeth first!" Michael hollers and more quick little footsteps redirect to the bathroom. You're all giggles falling into his chest at how adorable your little life has come to be with two of the smartest kids.

With the lights off and the door softly shut, your husband quietly sneaks behind you, his lips finding the back of your neck. You clasp your hand over your mouth when you giggle a little to loud and he steers you to the bedroom with his hands on your hips.

-

“Danny, remember when mom and dad used secret codes when they wanted to sneak off and make out?”

The wine goes down the wrong pipe and leaves you in a coughing mess beside your husband on your couch. Michael laughs incredulously at Jackson, his seventeen year old, as he tries to pat your back to help you recover. Danny, who's nineteen, snickers at his brother coming from left field with his question.

“Jacks! What are you-”

“‘Honey, I gotta fold the laundry’, ‘Mom needs to help me get the snacks ready’, 'Popcorn takes a long time to prepare', tapping your glasses twice to finish story time early, I could honestly go on,” he laughs counting every famously used line around this household, passing you a napkin to wipe your wet bewildered eyes.

“I- Well, your dad thinks he was very discreet with his code words and hand signals,” you laugh so hard thinking back to all the times the two of you used your secretive system.

“Always a man on a mission,” he shrugs and it makes you all laugh again. Having a last dinner all together before your oldest drives his younger brother off to college, lightens the sadness in your heart when the next day comes and leaves you and Michael with an empty nest.

Morning comes, bags are loaded into the trunk, a thermos of coffee quickly tossed in a cupholder and hugs goodbye were made at your driveway. Fresh set of tears threatened to spill from your eyes again seeing two parts of you set off to a new part of their life. Michael with his arm around your waist, rubs it soothingly also trying to keep himself composed.

He clears his throat, "I guess we don't have to fold any more laundry in the middle of the night now." You yelp when his hand on your hip travelled to your ass, giving it a quick squeeze.

"Michael!"

[superflaminggayelmo]

Let's try to save patients with mama

theyre both so scruffy and pathetic

[drfruitcake]

gifs from @maequil