Pairings: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x female!firefighter!abbot!reader
Warnings: description of injuries and blood, sezuires, angst, medical inaccuracies.
Word count: 2.2k
Summary: abbot!reader is in a relationship with Robby and she gets injured at work. Ngl this is kinda a pitt cross over with Chicago Fire, if there’s huge errors I apologise, it’s the first time I’m writing a fanfic. Enjoy!
The sun shines through the blinds, soft kisses land on naked skin. A giggle echoes through the silent room.
“Hey Mikey..”
He soft hums into your exposed shoulder, trailing his lips up the side of your neck. You run your hands through his short hair as you turn to face him, pressing your lips to his, as he climbs over your body.
“I need to go to work..”
He just hums as he nibs at your collarbone.
“Mikey.”
He lifts his head with his puppy eyes staring down at you. You tilt your head.
“Don’t give me that look!”
You say as you cover his eyes to stop his pleading look. Before removing them to run your fingers through his soft brown hair.
“The Chief has pulled me already for being late. And it’s always your fault!”
That makes him laugh as he hides his face in your neck, placing one more kiss to it as he releases you.
“Actually one time it was yours, sweetheart! You slept through your alarm!”
He says as he leaves the bedroom to make you some toast before you leave. You hop in the shower and put on your Pittsburg Fire top on and you sling your bag over your shoulder.
Stepping into the kitchens plate sits on the island with a cup of coffee, your husband opposite you giving you a warm smile. You thank him as you eat the toast.
“You working a double tonight?”
He nods as he takes your empty plate and gives it a wash in the sink.
“With my favourite Abbot!”
He says with a smirk before getting a smack with the kitchen towel.
“Ayy I knew it! My dear sister I guess I won!”
Your brother, Jack, emerges from his bedroom, with his messy pepper curls. You roll your eyes at both of them before kissing Robby goodbye and then a kiss to the cheek to Jack, as well as messing up his hair even more.
“Bye, my dears! Don’t have too much fun without me!”
You say as a chore of be safe follows you out of the door.
-
You arrive at the station, 20 minutes before you start. You’re greeting with multiple hello lieutenant, when you reach the locker room. You shove your bag in locker as you smile at the picture of you, Robby and Jack at your wedding, followed by a picture of Jack and you, when he had graduated med school. You closed your locker and went to the common room to see the rest of your department.
You plop yourself on the coach, as Gabby, one of the paramedics, lays her head on your thigh.
“Hey girl. How’s your vacation been?
“Hey yourself. So good!”
She goes off on a ramble about it as you laugh at some of the stories she’s telling you about her fiancée. It’s cut short when the first report comes in and your squad is set out for a rescue.
-
A cat stuck in a tree, how ironic is that. You sent Miles, your new candidate up the ladder. It’s been the only call that’s come in today, not like you were complaining since it ment more time raiding the fridge with Mouch, half man, half couch.
You guys were playing UNO, when Miles leans back in his chair and says,
“It’s quiet today.”
You all freeze, looking at him as if he just committed the biggest war crime. He kinda did tho, never say the Q-word on call.
Thats when a call comes through the speakers, you gather your truck as Captain Casey gathers his. You both rush off to get geared up and the two trucks set off out the station.
You look at Miles in the rear view mirror.
“You never say the Q-word, got it kid?”
You see him nod, as you get a nudge from your driver Joe Cruz.
“Relax, Sunshine! Being angry doesn’t suit you!”
Sunshine was a nickname you got as soon as you got here. You were a little too happy for the boys liking, they tried to push you to your limits but you never broke, always a smile plastered on your pretty face as they would say.
You roll your eyes.
“Eyes on the road, Cruz. Don’t want another incident, do we?”
“Ouch you wound me, Lieutenant!”
“That was low, Sunshine.”
Stella says chuckling, before you’re all distracted by the fire blazing in the multi-story building.
“Okay guys! Looks like a tough one!”
Once you arrive at scene, you instruct one of them to head up and ventilate the roof. Stella, Miles and you entered the building oxygen masks secured on your faces as you lead them up the stairs when your battalion Chief instructed to go. Destroying each door, shouting fire department call out into every smoky apartment, instructing people to take the stairs and get out.
You reach a door kicking it open getting Miles to search the bathroom then meet you back in the living room. Stella checked the kids bedroom, finding a kid and picking him up, whilst calling out to you both. You told her to head out that you’ve both got it here, that was just before the floor in the living room caved underneath you and Miles. Before everything went dark, you heard a scream of your name and remember grabbing Miles to pull him towards you.
Stella rushes back to the loud crashing noise, after telling the kid to go down and leave the building. She enters the apartment again, seeing a gapping whole underneath her feet.
“Firefighters down!”
She shouts your names down the radio no response. She runs down the flights of the stairs to where she estimates you guys falling to. She calls Kelly for back up with his squad team, when she’s met with the sight of Miles crushing your body with flames and debris surrounding you both.
“Miles! What hurts?”
Stella screams at him looking at his bloody face, as she pulls him off you. Just like yours, his oxygen mask shattered. He coughs and gasps for air.
“Everything!”
She turns back to you, giving you a shake.
“—can you hear me? You gotta wake up?!”
Stella turns to see rapid footsteps, Kelly followed by his team. He tells the others to get Miles, whilst he crouches beside your unconscious body.
“How’s she doing?”
He leans over you to check your breathing himself, placing his oxygen mask over your bruised face. He rips off a glove with his teeth, pressing his fingers just above your open wound from the oxygen mask straps.
“She’s got a weak pulse and shallow breathing! Gotta get her out now!”
He throws you over his shoulder as he makes Stella go infront of him. They finally reach the fresh air, ripping off their masks and he places you on the gurney.
Gabby and Brett take over quickly, unfastening your bomber jacket, to get an IV going and a c-collar on you. Once you’re stable enough, you’re placed in the ambulance.
-
“Bullet wound straight in the chest-“
The paramedic pushed a gurney into The Pitt as Robby took charge assigning Langdon to the patient as he observed.
The night shift was a night shift. Loads of drunks, head injuries like the guy that showed up an arrow in his head. It’s always crazy.
Jack was busy with a pregnant lady who had gotten into a car crash, whilst Robby was on the other side of the Pitt dealing with a seizure.
An ambulances arrives, paramedics announced, “23-year-old-male, fallen 20 feet, right distal radius fracture, left rib fractures, concussion, smoke inhalation, 104/64, GCS: 14. And another ambo on its way, it’s worse.”
McKay nods at the paramedic takes this firefighter, as they push him into North 2. She tells Dana to get Jack to take the next one as Robby joins her.
“Can you tell me your name?”
She asks as she shines a light checking the pupils.
“Miles.. wh- where’s Sunshine?”
“Sunshine?”
She looks up at Robby, as they strip him out of his bunker coat. He pauses for a second before looking at the young man’s face again, realisation hitting him.
“My Lieutenant!”
“Kid, what’s your firehouse?”
Robby asks with a slight worry in his voice, as he glances at the bunker caught which confirms his suspicion. Miles whimpers in pain as the doors slam open with another gurney being rushed into the emergency room. Robby’s head shoots up, as he sees Jack marching over to the paramedic.
“34-year-old female, hypotensive, O₂ levels dropping, 82/48, internal bleeding, second-degree burns on the neck and back, GCS: 8.”
“Fuck!”
McKay looks at Robby confused just as she was about to ask he sprints towards the gurney.
“What happened?”
He questions the familiar paramedic. Abby? Was it?
“Floor gave way, they fell 20 feet she took the most of it.”
He froze for a second staring at your pale, bruised face which has dried blood across the left side. His hand reach for your face but was pulled away by Dana.
“Robby you can’t-”
“The fuck I can’t. Let go of me, Dana.”
Robby pushes past her as he follows them into bay now filled with Langdon and Mohan with Jack coordinating his own little sister’s bed.
“Abbot, what you need?”
“Michael, get out!”
“Could say the say to you brother, what do you need?”
Robby says through his teeth, Jack sighs realising Robby won’t back down. He instructs him to intubate so Robby grabs laryngoscope, pushing in the endotracheal tube inside the your throat.
“Fuck, I can’t see shit. Get me some suction.”
Suction arrives, sweat gathers on his forehead as the tube slides in as he pulls out the cuff inflating tube.
“I’m in”
An ambu bag is attached, he presses it taking over from the nurse. The screen lights up yellow, he continues the rhythm as he strokes you matted with blood hair away from your forehead.
“We’ve got you, sweetheart.”
Langdon looks across at Mohan, as Jack inserts a chest tube to re-expand your collapsed left lung. Robby speaks up.
“I want a CT-”
He gets cut off when you seize.
“Secure the airway!”
Jack shouts as they hold you down, Robby at your head speaking to you softly, ensuring you don’t aspirate on the tube. Jack instructs to push in Lorazepam.
Your seizure subdues as neuro is being called, you’re getting taken to emergency surgery.
Robby watches as they push you away hands raised with blood covered gloves as Jack stands next to him. Sweat over both their bodies, tears swelling up in their red eyes.
Robby rips off his gown with his gloves following storming towards the waiting room filled with concerned firefighters.
“Fuck! Robby, stop! Dana, need your help!”
Jack hastily strips out of your blood, as he and Dana run after Robby, who’s already up in your Battalion Chief’s face. Each of them grab his arm as Jack slots himself inbetween their bodies.
“Robby, step the fuck out!”
“No, move Abbot! How could you let them in an unstable building?”
Jack gives Robby a harsh shove towards the door.
“Out Michael! I’ll sort this.”
Robby glares at him, holding eye contact before cracking and leaving the room. Jack mutters a fuck under his breath running his hands through his pepper curls. Nodding to Dana to go after Robby as he turns back around to the firefighters from your firehouse.
“I apologise for him.”
He looks up at your Chief, Boden, who doesn’t seem angry at all. Taking a breath as everyone listens in to what he has to say.
“How is she and Miles?”
Boden recognises Jack, you’ve brought him along to the barbecues with the firehouse. You also speak about him and Robby all the time, so everyone knows who they are to you.
“She’s been taking to emergency surgery. We don’t know the full extent of her injuries yet, I’ll be back if I know anything else. I don’t know about Miles, kinda busy saving my sisters life”
Jack chuckles, if he doesn’t laugh, he’ll crack, not really wanting to infront of all the firefighters. Boden places his large hand on Jack’s shoulder, who squeezes his eyes shut to keep the tears at bay.
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