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MULTI-MUSE RP BLOG from a few FANDOMS like: M*A*S*H, The Pitt, House MD, Knives Out, Fight Club, and a handful of OCs with loose canon ties.
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"Uh, doctor Wilson... I was told you needed a consult. Adamson was busy so... how can I help?"
James glanced up from his patient file over his heavy brown glasses to glance Robby over.
“Ah… Thank you. This cardiogram is a little outside my wheelhouse… With the medications they’re taking I just don’t see how this is showing up?” He turned the file report, covering a few details with the colorful notecards and paperclips he kept in his pocket.
Dont lie, you know you missed me (for wilson)
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“Did you leave? I guess that really explains the moderate quiet and calm I have been experiencing lately... Shame.”
me trying to poke my muses awake… sorry all, it’s the video game & chores era
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“Pardon me, just wanting to…break the ice a little.” — from Hawkeye (not a meme!)
୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅ ──── "Breaking the ice -- like we've never met before? That's cute."
Hawkeye’s smile turned mousy. “Ohh, you remember that, do you? I feel like I embarrassed myself rather thoroughly.” But all those masks and the eebie-jeebies shrunken heads…
He’d seen some messed-up looking dolls while overseas, but nothing quite to that calibre.
Hawk twirled his drink straw and avoided Roman’s gaze, instead admiring their shoes.
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dennis just reminded me abt his crush on cassie so
any mckays,,, in the area,,,,, you kno what to do
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The bathroom door slams hard enough to rattle the frame, and Jack doesn’t slow down as he grips the edge of the sink, breathing too fast, too sharp. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, reflecting back a version of him that looks like he’s still in control. He isn’t. “Get it together,” he mutters, but it doesn’t land. His hand tightens, knuckles blanching—and then he swings. The first punch cracks the mirror, a sharp spiderweb fracture splintering out. The second one shatters it. Glass collapses into the sink and across the counter, jagged pieces biting into his knuckles, embedding deep as skin splits open.
He stumbles back a step, chest heaving, hand still half-curled like he might go again before the moment catches up. Blood drips fast, bright against the white porcelain, running down his wrist and pooling in the basin. For a second, he just stares at it—at the broken mirror, at his reflection splintered into pieces that don’t line up. His fingers flex, and the pain hits all at once, sharp enough to drag a breath through his teeth.
“Yeah,” Jack mutters hoarsely, bracing his other hand against the counter to steady himself. “That’ll fix it.”
Single-occupancy bathrooms were a dime a dozen in the ER: privacy for specimen collection, space for walker or chair users and large families. Always in close distance so that somebody that just got out of a cath bag situation didn’t have to go far.
This is poignant because Dennis could have been near any random RR at the time, but by chance, he was by this one.
Where he heard the short, sharp shatter.
A hand mirror? A trinket? The bathroom mirror itself?
Trying the handle in case he needed to call a Code or Security, Dennis found the bathroom door handle unlocked, and—
Blood, mainly. Lots of blood.
He heard mumbles— the scantest tail-end of Abbot’s murmurings— but he hadn’t caught enough to make sense of them.
“Wait,” he told Jack firmly. He didn’t say anything else.
He glanced to Dana, but she was turned away.
He’d have to start filing this report later.
Dennis’ long curls trickled sweat down the back of his neck as he moved to a first-aid kid stocked on the wall.
“Need help?” Santos quizzed shortly as she passed with a patient on a gurney. Dennis shook his head shortly.
“No. Thanks,” he said (in that order), gathering gauze and glue and pads and lots of wipes into his hands.
He moved back to the bathroom in a hurry, half expecting a trail of blood to betray Dr Abbot’s disobedience.
What the fuck had happened? Hallucination?
Anger, probably.
Dennis kicked the door back open after checking behind it was clear and moved back inside.
Abbot’s breathing was so loud in the bathroom.
“Scale of 1 to 10?” Dennis asked at face, trying to focus Jack’s attention on him.
Hands bled a lot, like the head and face. Lots of vessels. It wasn’t always as bad as…
Dennis’ gaze studiously scanned Jack’s wrists and forearms, his whole scrub-laden body, for additional intentional lacerations.
"Oh, good! Because it's a harmless— Like, it doesn't need to be a... a date, or, whatever, just...a coffee. Of course."
He cleared his throat, his eyes skirting about like the rat people still sometimes brought up when talking to him.
"Dr. Robby said...something similar earlier today and, uh... I hadn't noticed? Y'know? I just like the work, it's very...physical and...rewarding."
He looked up and over to her, having been trying to pretend to pay attention to the board.
"A-anytime? Er, next...week? Tomorrow? Or, I dunno, when do you have— plans?"
"This job is physical and rewarding, I think you just.. are pushing yourself too much and if you run thin in this job, you could get hurt and I don't want to see that happen to you." Truthfully, she though farm girl was using him for free labor and other reasons and Cassie was just being her compassionate and caring self. "Tomorrow sounds great, after shift, we can go have coffee." She smiled at him.
He listened...and heard. He didn't necessarily agree.
"Thank you, Dr. McKay." He murmured to her. "Really, the farm work...kind of prepares me for...clocking back in?" He cleared his throat. "Being outside in the sun, y'know. Moving heavy farm equipment around, it's...it's different from this. It's like..." Do not say sex. "It's nice."
His smile turned wider. "Awesome. Okay, cool! Uh, let me know if that changes but," he hopped on his heels softly. "Tomorrow." He gave her a thumbs up, cringed about it, then trotted off back to work.
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established 2/2020 | updated 10/2025
RP Blogs these rules apply to are:
Bruisedconscience (main/follows back from, multi muse)
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Dennis looked down toward the packet. Still untouched.
There are so many so readily available, it wouldn’t make sense to pocket one. Unless it was a mistake.
Or not a mistake.
Might…come in handy, I guess?
But I can explain.
“Tell me.”
As lightly, firmly, professionally, firmly as he can.
Deep breath. Try to find an excuse. Rehearsed excuse. Why have you rehearsed an excuse, Robby? He shoved that thought somewhere deep as he stared at Whitaker, at his worried eyes. At his ultimate professionalism.
"I... grabbed it off the cart for a case, then I didn't need it," he cleared his throat, "If you, uh, wanna pop it back for me, that would be really helpful, actually. Getting dragged all over the fuckin' place today."
Ah. Sounded reasonable enough. Robby looked chastened, or maybe tired. But that happened.
“It looks like its still sealed, so…no problem.” He bent down to collect it after a quick glance around to make sure he wouldn’t be in anybody’s way, then pocketed the thing himself.
“I hear you. Something I can help out with? Waiting on labs and then the meds students’ report for my patients right now.”
The facade was too plausible— Dennis wasn’t even a little suspicious.
Not for now, anyway.
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"Hey, someone called for a surgical consult?"
“Hi,” Dennis panted as he moved over to greet Dr Carter.
“Yeah, we already did the escharotomy on their leg but we needed to make sure all your team’s requirements were-were met before we request their transfer.”
i think going iconless for a bit will help me get my groove back! i think i have that listed on my pages but i was trying to Adapt and Overcome.
No more adapting we taking an effort nap <3
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me wanting to take all my new mutuals and put dylan @ncwherefast in front of them.
look at him.and love this strange little man. :)
i got hawkeye and dennis and uhhhhhhhh a few more, like for memes in your inbox!
c: I have sent everybody who asked for them some things! lmk if you want more from the fellas
