Summary: Jack Abbot decided to take a yoga class, what he didn’t expect was to fall for the yoga teacher.
MDNI 18+ ONLY
Tags: smut, jack abbot being a simp, Jack also being kinda a creep, yoga sex, implied age gap, fem reader, no condom (don’t be like them practice safe sex guys!), sex on yoga mat
WC: 3.7k
a/n: I couldn’t resist hehe, NOT PROOFREAD, just a quick write after Robby's joke about Abbot doing naked yoga during sunrise ;)
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Men were never attending your yoga classes. Much less at 9:15 in the morning. So when you had walked in, greeting some of the women who had come in last week, you had to do a double-take when you spotted the man sitting in the corner.
He has chosen a small spot, away from the other women. His leg was stretched out in front of him while his other was tucked into his side in a makeshift pigeon pose. You thought you were hallucinating before you realized half of his leg was in a prosthetic. You pull your eyes off him, not wanting to scare away a new student as you walk to the front of the class.
“Hello everyone, I will be your instructor for today's power yoga class, I am so glad you’ve joined us,” You face the class, grabbing your mat and rolling it out as you speak. Your eyes catch on his, and for a second you lose your words. His arms flex as he stands himself up. His eyes are on yours watching your every move as you start the class.
Jack Abbot has never felt more ridiculous in his life. His therapist recommended branching out, maybe getting more movement than just running and weights into his routine. Ellis had recommended your studio, and after one grueling shift, he decided to sign up. He specifically chose one a bit outside his normal circle of life. He knew his body would be on full display, including his prosthetic and didn’t feel like having someone he might know recognize him. What he didn’t expect was how intense this class would be.
He lifted his head at times just to see all the people around him absolutely killing it. When you had said standing split, he could barely lift his leg over ninety degrees. He was watching you, fully in a split as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He looked away as you lowered your leg down, going around the room to offer motivation. As you walked towards him he lifted his leg a little higher feeling embarrassed by his lack of skill. You noticed and smiled to yourself.
“You’re doing amazing, and pull your leg to your chest, into a standing lunge, anddd back up to the split, we will do that five more times,” you were standing right next to him, watching. He’s been under pressure before, but never once has he felt like it had made him struggle. Yet, right now, with your eyes watching him as he has to stand up on one leg he felt his balance waver. You walk away and he lowers his leg to the ground, steadying himself before continuing.He could see from his lowered head, your feet approaching him again.
“If you lean your left hand on the block it’ll make it easier, I do it all the time.” You gave him a smile before setting the block down at his feet. He takes it with a nod, placing his hand on it as you suggested. It had made it easier and he felt a little bit better about himself and his balance.
The rest of class was just like that. You offer support to modify positions and he listens, balancing just like the rest of the class. By the end of it, his legs had felt like jelly and sweat was dripping down his face.
“Namaste,” You spoke to the class, the last five minutes just resting in meditation. Your eyes open from their closed position finding him. You offer a smile, and for the first time, he smiles back. As you say goodbye to the girls in the class, your gaze can’t help but linger back to him as he packs his things up. You make your way to his mat before he can get a chance to sneak out.
“Good work today, I didn’t catch your name,” You greet him, startling him a bit as he turns around. He nods his head, holding his hand out to shake.
“Jack,” He offers a small smile while you take his hand. You can feel the calluses beneath his palms and ignore the sensation a single touch offers you.
“Well, you absolutely killed it today, hopefully we can see you next class!” You let go of his hand despite everything in you wanting to hold on longer. He shakes his head.
“Yeah, see me fall over,” He tries to crack a joke at his own expense. He’s been good at everything he's done. Of course, he hasn't tried anything new lately, but he’s not struggled with physical exercise until now.
“My first class teaching, my foot slipped out from under me while in downward dog, fell right on my face and chipped a tooth, so I promise, it’s totally fine if you fall, even us seasoned teachers struggle,” You can’t resist it. You know you shouldn’t flirt with students but you see the way he looked away when he spoke. How nervous he seemed this whole class. So you offer support, your hand reaching for his shoulder, giving a soft squeeze. He looks down at your hand before back up to you.
“And if you did fall we have cameras you can get the footage from for a good laugh!” You try to ease up the tension you created, pulling your hand from his shoulder. The edge of his lips lift slightly, your smile alone enough to make him smile.
“I’ll hold you to that,” He jokes back. Your cheeks flush a bit, but you ignore it playing it off as a normal post workout blush.
“So I guess that means you’ll be coming back,”
“Only if you’re the one teaching,” Despite your teasing, his words are very serious. You realized neither of you have moved from the back corner and the class has already cleared out. You look around, taking a step back to collect yourself.
“Well, my class schedule is posted online so you can take a look when you get a chance, it was very nice meeting you Jack,” You take another step back, allowing space for him to leave. He picks up his mat, offering another very small smile before walking out. You stay back in the room taking a deep breath silently praying he will come back for another class.
Your next 9:15 class you may have spent a little more time than usual getting ready. Picking out a set that showed off your body, and instead of just throwing your hair up, you spent time making it look nicer. All of this because you had checked the class roster, eyes scanning for one name ‘Jack’.
When you had greeted everyone coming in, you offered him the same hello, but your body resisted your nonchalant demeanure and you couldn't help but smile even bigger when you had seen him walk in.
“Glad you could make it Jack,” You wave at him, turning a few heads as he responds back with a small hello.
You didn’t make this an easy class. You wanted to keep your mind off the very sexy man in the back corner, so you opted for a more workout focused class where you would have to stay in the front. You noticed the way this was much easier for him. You also noticed how when he picked up the weights, his biceps somehow got larger as he flexed, the freckles dancing on his skin as he moved. You also noticed the way the other women in your class had begun to check him out as well.
At the end of class, one of your regulars had gone up to him to compliment his form. You try to ignore the bubbles in your chest as he smiles at her. You decide to go up to him after she walks away, offering him a cheeky wave.
“Everyone here is so strong, You’re a great teacher,” He speaks out to you before you reach the edge of his mat. You laugh, ignoring his praise as you finally stand face to face with him.
“Thank you, you did a lot better this week,”
“I knew you thought I did poorly last week,” he teases, loving the way he can make you blush and laugh from a few words. You continue to laugh, head falling back as you try to cover yourself.
“Now you're twisting my words,” You joke trying to ignore the way he smiles at you. You see his shoulder relax as he looks at you, his arms down by his side, calmer than he was last class.
“You’re the one who said it not me”
“I hope my ‘very twisted and out of context words’ don't stop you from coming next week.”
“I’ll be coming next week, don’t worry,”
The next month flies by. Jack keeps coming back to your yoga classes. You can’t help but feel giddy every time he walks through the doors. His strength keeps getting better but his balance stays a little rough. You offer him blocks until eventually he picks up the blocks before class begins without a word from you. You’ve learned from the other girls who talk about him that he’s single and a doctor. He is the talk of the studio, and you’re just glad that you know he keeps coming back to your classes just for you.
“Unfortunately, this is going to be my last class for the next two weeks, it was so great being with you guys, take care of yourselves,” You nod your head to the class before standing and gathering your things. Jack's attention is strong on you. You hadn’t mentioned previously about leaving and curiosity gets the better of him. This time, he approaches you. You turn around to see him right in front of you, hands by his side, his presence towering over you.
“Where are you off to?” He tries to play it off as a casual question. He’s unsure where to look as you bat your eyes at him. You opted to only wear a sports bra and shorts to class today showing off your body in a way that he can’t help but look at.
“There's this retreat in California, practices a lot of soul healing and nude yoga, it was the highlight of this past year for me so I couldn’t pass it up again,” Jack’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your words. Sure he knows yoga is pretty vulnerable, but nude yoga seemed that much more vulnerable. His head starts conjuring images immediately, you in downward dog, fully nude, your pussy open and exposed. You notice the way he looks away for a second, shaking his head before looking back at you. Your cheeks flush a bit, you’ve never been embarrassed of your practices, but telling Abbot felt like something more raw.
“Nude yoga? Sounds nice,” He squints his eyes. For the first time, Jack has been at a loss for words. It makes sense. You have always spoken highly of respecting your body, speaking about self love and respect. It would make sense that a way of self love for you would be nude yoga.
“You should try it sometime, it’s honestly the best thing I’ve started doing for myself… super grounding,” You feel something in the air shift as you continue to speak. A lightness as your words process into Jack's head.
“I think I'd feel too stupid to do that alone,” His words are quiet, like a confession to himself rather than to you. Your words come out faster than you process.
“I would be more than willing to teach one on one if that makes it easier,” You watch as his face turns red, his lips lifting a bit.
“I don’t know if I'd be able to focus if your hands were on me while naked..” He jokes, releasing some of the tension.
Your breath stutters for a second, the implications of his words sending jolts through your body. The small coil that has been building between the two of you for the past month and half unraveling faster than you can stop it.
You look around the classroom, seeing if any students are still lingering behind who could overhear your words before speaking slowly.
“ I’m a good teacher… besides yoga is about releasing tension…maybe that’s what you need,” You don’t even try to hide the second meaning to your words. Jack redistributes his weight, ignoring the way his pants have gotten a little tighter.
“How about I give you my number and you can call when I get back and you need that release?” You hold your hand out as he pulls his phone out. He takes a step closer, looking down on you as he lowers his phone into your hand, fingers brushing your palms.
“Sounds good,” He smiles cockily as you put in your number, your eyes leaving him for the first time since he walked up to your mat.
You chat a bit more before walking him out the door. He sends you a quick wink before waving him goodbye. You were shaking, excited to get back from your trip before you had even left As soon as you were back in pittsburg, your phone lit up with a message from an unknown number.
“About that lesson?” You had to bite your lip to stop the smile forming. You didn’t want to get your hopes up after your flirty interaction three weeks ago, but like clockwork he was counting down the days just like you were.
You had agreed to meet at a bar by your place, opting for some drinks after one of his shifts. Despite him being on his feet for twelve hours, he looked gorgeous. His curls framing his neck, a black t-shirt and jeans oppessed to his usual scrubs. You were both healthily tipsy by the time you suggested going back to your place to show him some of the new flows you had learnt while away.
Jack couldn’t think of a time he has laughed so much in one night. His whole body felt lighter with you, like he can breathe easily for the first time in years. You always had a joke or something to say that when silence had settled brought in a new conversation and a new wave of laughter.
You're laughing your ass off by the time you walk into your house. Leading the door open for Jack as he walks inside. He steps at the doorway looking around your house, taking it in for a beat. You’ve got anything and everything on your walls, plants around every corner, and a yoga mat where a dining table should be. It looks like you.
You watch him as he looks around, admiring the way his shirt clings to his pecs.
“Are you a vampire or can you come inside without permission?” You walk up to him, grabbing him by the hand and leading him into your living room where another mat resides. You walk away for a second, grabbing another mat and laying it out next to him.
“Very funny,” His voice shows no amusement, but his face is full of it as he walks next to where your mat is.
“Ok, you might have to catch me because it’s not the best right now,” You look over at him as you scratch your shoulders.
“Wait, I thought I was getting the full effect,” He teases you, tugging at your baggy shirt as he walks flush to you. Your face is inches apart as you lean in. He pulls back, edging you before sitting on the mat you rolled out for him.
You strip off your shirt and bottoms shamelessly. After three weeks of being naked, it seemed like nothing new. Jacks draw drops at how effortlessly you complied. You had no shame which only made him fall harder for you.
“Alright, this is the scorpion," You place your hands flat on the mat, elbows down. You lift your hips in the air using your core to pull your body up. You tuck your knees in before lifting them fully. His jaw drops as he watches you in awe. You were fully upside down now, not shaking just content. Your knees bend as your back arches forward. You shoulders start to shake as he positions himself closer to catch your fall.
You topple from the headstand, landing on the floor. His hands reach out instinctively catching you into his lap.
“Jesus, you're gonna break your neck sweetheart," He masks his worry with a chuckle as you grab his shoulders lifting yourself up onto his lap. You settle your hips on top of his, positioning yourself in front of him. Your hands move from his shoulders to the back of his neck. He hides a smile as one hand settles to your hip while the other moves to your face. For one second you hold your breath, just watching as his eyes move from your lips back up to your eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, his eyes moving back to your lips. You nod your head, breathless as he leans in. You connect, his lips slow, savoring this moment. You can taste the beer in his mouth and he continues kissing you. You sink down on him, your hands moving to run through his hair.
Things start to get heated as he moves a hand down to your ass, grabbing it causing a moan to bubble out of your throat granting his tongue access to your mouth. You grind your hips on his ear, earning a groan as he continues to explore your mouth with his tongue. You’re nearly dizzy by the time he pulls back, moving his lips down your neck, his stubble tickling your skin as his soft kisses pamper your skin. You move your hands to his shoulders, pushing his shoulders as he pulls back.
“Lay down, let me treat you,” You whisper against his ear, biting it slightly. He obeys immediately, laying down as you position yourself on top, grinding slowly onto his growing bulge. He moans into your mouth as you move back to kissing him. You move down, kissing his neck. Your hands slide under his shirt, nails dragging on his skin. He sucks in his breath as you lift his shirt.
Jack sits up, letting you take off his shirt before you go back to kissing his skin, each freckle getting attention from your lips. He watches as you move closer and closer down his chest to the now aching bulge in his pants. Your hand palms him, his hips lifting at your touch.
His hands grab your face, stopping you from moving.
“I will come too fast if you do that baby,” He pulls you towards him sitting up, his arm behind him for support. He pulls your face back in for a kiss. His hand pats your waist signaling for you to move.
“Get into downward dog,” He whispers into your lips. You smile, pausing and pulling back.
“Youre the teacher now huh?” You tease as he rolls his eyes. He lifts your hips off of him, standing as you get on your hands. You shake your ass in the air a bit as he pulls his pants down, stroking his cock a few times.
“Is this okay?” He asks as he bends down, rubbing his tip between your folds. You moan reflexively already knowing he is going to stretch you out. You breathe a helpless yes. He pushes the tip in for a second before pulling out.
“Use your words,” His voice is ragged, breathless as much as you are. You speak a loud yes, cut off by a moan as he fully enters inside you. The angle makes him enter deeper, fully bottoming out before slamming back in.
He grips your hips, using your full momentum to get even deeper. Your head is flooded, upside down and throbbing from pleasure. Your moans come out staggered and broken as he continues to slam into you. A hand reaches from your hip to your clit, rubbing slow circles as he rams into you.
“Taking me so good baby, not gonna last long,” He groans out, continuing to pull you into his hips. You feel your core tighten, tingles forming around your hips.
“Fuck im close,” You struggle, hands now bouncing off the ground as he lifts you a bit to somehow get even deeper inside you. You feel the snap, please flooding your senses as your walls clench around his cock. Your eyes roll back as he fucks you through your high, his pacing getting sloppier as he gets close.
“So good baby so fuck” He leans forward into you as his hips stutter as he fills you with his cum. He pulls out, grabbing your chest to lift you upright. Your knees buckle for a second as he holds you close, moving to the couch behind the two of you.
You collapse onto his chest as he sits down. You stay there, skin to skin, both breathing deeper from your high. His hands travels to your hair and your stomach, rubbing circles as you steady your breathing.
“You’re beautiful,” He whispers as if you weren’t meant to hear. You position yourself on the couch, stretching out, resting your head on his chest, warping your legs around his.
“You’re not too shabby yourself,” You laugh as his eyes start to drift close. He had taken a day shift to be able to go out with you tonight but that meant he was exhausted as you dragged your nails up and down his chest in soothing patterns. Before he could stop himself his eyes drifted close, falling asleep peacefully for the first time in years.
When Jack had awoken he saw that his clothes were folded next to him, you were sitting on the floor, a incense burning as you meditated. The sun glistened on your skin, practically glowing in the warmth. He sat up smiling, deciding that this is what he would like to wake up to from now on.
Summary: Part 2 of “Your Favorite Regular”. Reader has now passed the nclex and is working her first night shift as a nurse. Can read as a stand-alone fic, but I recommend reading the first part before this :)
Tags: established friendship, cannon type violence, blood, injury, hurt/comfort, mentions of sexual assault, groping, Jack comforts reader, implied age gap, power dynamics, Jack being a simp for reader, fluff, slow burn, like very slow sorry!
WC: 4.5k
a/n: the people get what they ask for ;) Enjoy part 2. I think I am going to make this into a series Yippieee!
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Three Weeks Ago
“I’m scared,” Your phone is in the middle of the dinner table. The email stares back at you like a Pandora's box, whatever is on the other side of it will either unleash chaos or finally calm your nerves. Your study session with Jack has been as straight forward as it could be, simply going through practice questions you had gotten wrong and reviewing topics you were rusty on. All of it was leading up to now, the results of the nclex only one click away.
“It’s not going to bite you,” He takes a sip from the mug in front of him as he watches you watching the phone. You take a deep breath, eyes glued to the screen, yet your hands remain in your lap.
“Are you sure you can’t look for me-”
“This is your win, not mine,” He cuts you off, again. You had been sitting here for over five minutes practically begging for him to check your score for you. You had taken the exam two weeks ago, but had kept up with the weekly study dates, now going over nursing jobs available in the area. You both knew it was useless, you only wanted to work at the same hospital you’ve been working at for years.
“You don’t know that I passed,”
“You said the exam stopped at question 76, that means you passed with flying gold stars,” He holds his gaze on you, dropping occasionally to look at the phone you've refused to touch. He looks back up, moving his arms to slide the phone even closer to you. You ignore how his muscles flex under the sleeves of his shirt, diverting your eyes to his hands. That didn’t help either, his veins popping out beneath his skin. Your life is about to change and here you are thirsting over your study buddy. You roll your eyes moving your fingers to click on the email. Jack holds his breath as your eyes scan the email frantically searching for a result. Your lip pulls between your teeth anxiously biting down on the flesh and he has to force himself to look at anything but that.
“98%!” You practically jump in your seat throwing your phone back down on the table. Relief washes over you as you lean back in your chair, smiling wide. You knew you had passed but didn’t want to jinx it… just in case.
“Told ya,” Jack also leans back, a smile across his face as well. He was damn proud of you. He wasn’t sure what to expect for your first study session, whether you had forgotten everything or nothing. He knew you were a nurse for two years, you had shared with him that you burned out during the pandemic. It was three years since you had gone over any medical content, and yet you had scored an 89 on your first practice exam with him.
He knew you were going to be a damn good nurse and took it upon himself to ask Lena if there were any positions available. Lucky for you, one of the RNs was going on maternity leave in three weeks. The last step was you passing the exam and having your interview before you were working in the hospital again. Lena had teased him a bit when he mentioned how you were looking for a job, but he brushed it off. He was helping you out, as a friend, totally not doing this so he might get to spend more time with you. He may have also fibbed and told Lena you had already passed your exam to set your interview up sooner than later.
“Do you want to practice answers for your interview?” He feels bad as soon as he brings up another stresser for you. Your smile fades as you squint your eyes at him deep in thought.
“No actually, I think I just want to enjoy this moment," You move back up in your seat, starting to eat the cold eggs in front of you. The food happened to arrive at the same time as the email making you too anxious to even think about eating.
“As you wish,” Jack moves to eat his food as well. He pauses for a second, just to look at you. A smile is still on your lips as you eat and your shoulders relax for the first time since you sat down. He likes seeing you like this, completely content and comfortable. He moves back to eating, ignoring the swell in his heart as he thinks about how in less than a month he’ll be working with you.
Present Day
“So, you bring us any coffee or what?” Dr. Shen slides up to the nurses station where Lena is sitting with you. You had arrived fifteen minutes early, eager to get started and see some familiar faces.
“I can bring you some antibiotics or maybe a suture kit or maybe even some blood, you know, now that I'm an official nurse,” You smile brightly up at Shen, lifting your badge for him to get a closer look.
“I see they let just anyone work here now huh,” He teases as Lena playfully slaps his hand away from your badge.
“No distractions, I’m teaching her how to put meds in the system,” Lena scolds Shen like a schoolteacher. He lifts his hands in defense before saying congratulations and walking away.
Abbot had also conveniently arrived an hour early to his shift, wanting to make sure things were moving smoothly when you got there. He may have also conveniently worn the scrubs top that was a little tighter on him than his usual shirts. He told himself it’s because that’s all he had available, not because he loved the way you would check out his arms…
When he finally saw you he stopped midstep, anything Robby was saying going in one ear out the other. You were at the nurses station practically beaming up at Dr. Shen. Your light blue undershirt brought out the color in your eyes, and he is convinced for a second that he was hallucinating an angel.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn't do mate” Robby shakes his head immediately catching on to what is not brewing between the two of you. Jack turns his head acting like nothing had happened, carrying on with tradeoff.
He knew what he was doing was crossing a line. His feeling for you, especially now as your sort of boss, was not okay, but he couldn’t resist it. Not when he is seeing you in tight scrubs for the first time, not when he sees the way you get along with everyone, and how suddenly it's as if the ER is lit up by sunlight from you just simply smiling at the other staff. He reminds himself that he won't act on it, that it’s just a silly crush, and it can’t change the way he works.
To say you were killing it would be an understatement. You had just finished administering an IV to a former addict complaining of chest pain in one go and felt unstoppable. You were already familiar with the staff and nurses making time fly faster. Some of the staff would do double takes to make sure they weren’t hallucinating when they saw their former barista walking with patients. You would simply smile in return and continue on. Around 3am is when there was a shift in the ER. Things got unusually quiet meaning you were sent to check in on patients' vitals.
“Hello, Mr. Reynolds,” You pull back the curtain to the 67 year old man who had broken his leg while getting up for a midnight advil because of a headache. He carried a kind smile when you walked in.
“How are we feeling, doing okay on pain medication?” You ask as politely as possible. He looks at you for a moment before speaking again.
“My head won’t stop killing me and I really have to use the bathroom,” he sighs looking at his wrapped up leg while his other hand rests on his forehead.
“Of course, I can come back with a wheelchair and take you to the restroom and we can look into upping your pain medication” You smile, turning on your heels for the nearest wheelchair. You noticed that he hadn’t been looking at you when you spoke, rather looking at your chest. You scanned the ER to find Dr. Finch and ask him about Mr. Reynolds' head. That was your first mistake.
“Hey Finch, Reynolds in room three is complaining about his head again, I was wondering if you had heard anything back from CT or if I can give him another dose of ibuprofen?”
“His head is fine and I don’t care what you give him,” He stands, fisting his hand into his pockets. Finch wasn’t the nicest, but you knew how to handle it. You knew there were people who just needed to sulk in their sadness, and that’s all he was doing.
“Okay, should we look into another reason for his headac-”
“We aren't doing anything because we aren't both doctors. You're a nurse, order the damn pain meds and let me diagnose the patients,” He brushes you off, walking away without a second word. It stung, but you ignored the internal shame. You were only trying to look out for your patient.
So when you had returned with the wheelchair you were not surprised when he was complaining about his head again. You helped him out of the bed, assuring him that you would give him another round of pain meds. He gave you a small thank you before stumbling. His hands jumped to your chest for "support" as he stabilized himself, groaning loudly saying “Sorry it just hurts” as an excuse.
You freeze immediately, his body leaning against yours, and entirely too close for comfort. He sets himself down on the chair flashing you a wink as he adjusts his leg. You keep moving forward, just choosing to brush it off. Just like you did with Finch.
That was your second mistake. You should've known he was going to be a creep. Should’ve asked a male nurse to take him to the bathroom instead, but you didn’t want to ask for help. You were doing so well, just learning and picking things up on your own that your ego got in the way.
As you walked through the ER you kept your eyes forward, not paying attention to Hartford, just trying to get this over with as soon as possible. You can hear him moaning and groaning about something but you were almost to the men's bathroom. Your back pushes on the door as you wheel the chair around.
“I am going to get a male nurse to help you with standing, alright?" You don’t even bother looking at him, instead scanning for someone who can take over for a second. You’ve dealt with people like Mr. Reynolds before. Once you had a guy with the audacity to ask you to hold his penis for him because his left hand was bandaged, he was right handed. You weren’t going to deal with this bullshit again, especially not on your first day.
“Mr. Reynolds?” You look down at the man after he doesn’t respond for a second. You see his head has flopped down, arms limp at his side. Your eyes go wide, immediately dropping a hand to check his pulse, while the other below his nose. No pulse, and no air. You panic.
“Help! I’ve got a patient with no pulse and not breathing!” You shout out into the ER, locking eyes with Finch who was returning from outside.
“Grab the defibrillator,” He shouts at you as he runs up to the wheelchair pulling off his stethoscope to check for any signs of life.
You feel like you're about to throw up as you realize you have no idea where it is. Just as you move to try and find it Lena runs up with another nurse, the defibrillator in her hands.
“What happened, What’d you do!?” The doctor shouts as you work with them to pull his body out of the wheelchair and into the bed. Your finger gets caught beneath his on the bed, pulling your nail back. You don’t even have a chance to process the pain before you pull back as the doctor starts compressions.
“He said he needed to use the bathroom. I was taking him there and he went limp,” You state as you help the nurse next to you set up the defibrillator. You get caught up in the machine, one of the cords wrapping around your wrist. The doctor shouts yet again.
“Trauma 1 is open, someone push us,” He hops onto the bed, continuing compressions as two people come over and start moving the bed. At this point a whole lot of attention has gathered around you. You follow the bed into Trauma 1, trying to find a way to help. Anyway to make up not noticing him going silent sooner.
“Someone tell that nurse to get out of here!” You’re so caught up in the action that you hadn’t noticed he was even talking to you. You had reached for another machine, about to put monitors on his body when someone bumped their elbow into you.
“You! Girl, Leave! before you fuck up more shit!” This time he makes direct eye contact with you. Every word rolls off his tongue like a punch right to your gut. You look around for a beat seeing all the other eyes in the room on you before taking a step back and walking out.
You can feel tears starting to build in your eyes. A sob scratches at your throat threatening to come out in the ER. You practically run to the bathroom, pushing open the door and shutting it before covering your face and sobbing into your hands. So much for a smooth first day.
Abbot had witnessed the entire interaction. He wasn't the fondest of Dr. Finch, often finding his attitude in moments of stress unhelpful. But after this, he didn't like him one bit, in fact as he opened the door to Trauma 1 he made sure he looked pissed as hell.
“Pupils blow, patient is in V-Tach, bp hyertensive 180/120, started compressions, charge to 300” Finch pulls back compressions as a nurse comes forward shocking the patient resulting in no change.
“How many times have you shocked him?” Abbot doesn’t move to help, just watching as Finch continues to perform a useless frankenstein experiment.
“Four times, Charge it again-”
“Hold compression,” Abbot looks over at the nurse holding the paddles signaling to call it.
“Are you serious?” Finch continues performing CPR despite his attending telling him not to.
“Call it,” Abbot ignores his question. He waits a few seconds, FInch looking at them then continuing back to his compressions.
“Call. it. Dr. Finch,” He speaks up, raising his voice enough to signal that there was no room for discussion.
“Time of Death, 3:32am,” Finch rips off his gloves practically fuming with anger.
“Dr. Finch, If you hadn’t been busy taking a fifteen minute smoke break you would have seen that Mr. Reynolds CT came back with an aneurysm pressing on his left lobe, which is undoubtedly the reason why he had tripped and broke his leg and why in y/n notes she had written how he was complaining about his head as well as his leg” He pauses for a second “The next time you decide to take it out on your nurses, you should double check your own work,” Abbot holds his head high as FInch swallows hard, trying to come up with a way to defend himself.
“Yeah well maybe if you weren’t too busy giving the new nurse googly eyes you would’ve caught it as well,” Finch walks off without another word heading back to see his other patients. The silence in the room is deafening, the only sound being the ringing from Mr. Reynolds heart monitor.
“Back to work,” He mutters, more to himself than to the nurses frozen in the room. As he walked out of the room he saw you leave the bathroom, back straight and head high. That didn’t fool him though, he noticed right away that your sleeves were slightly damp from rubbing your tears and your bottom lip had formed a new spot from biting off the flesh. You turned around, eyes meeting him.
All he wants to do is wrap you in his arms. Comfort you in any type of way that he can. But Finch’s words echo in his head. He can’t let whatever is happening happen. While you are at this hospital, you are a nurse, and he is attending. Nothing more nothing less. People get yelled at all the time, it is something that has happened to him and everyone else, it was part of the job so why should you get special treatment.
“Mr. Reynolds had a perforated aneurysm, there was nothing you could have done,” He states simply before walking away. You nod, swallowing back another wave of tears. A patient died on your watch, whether you could have saved him or not, you felt like you had let everyone down. You feel your confidence falter as you pick your feet up, returning to the nurses station. Lena lifts her head slightly looking at you from above her glasses.
“You doing okay hon?” She asks, already knowing that you were very much not okay. You shake your head, imagining that all the events that had just happened were brushing off of your body. You plaster the best fake smile you can manage and speak again, voice raw from crying.
“I will be. um, can you show me where we store the portable defibrillators for the next time it might be needed?” You state, trying to act like this is normal, like you didn’t just let someone die on your watch. She nods, standing up and walking around the station. She rests her hand on your shoulder as she guides you through the ER.
“We store them in that supply closet next to you.. You should take a break, first codes are hard,” She looks at you with such empathetic eyes you have to restrain yourself from hugging her and crying all over again.
“He had groped me early, He fell down when I put him in the wheelchair and used my chest to hold himself back up so I kind of ignored his complaining when I took him to the bathroom and now..” and now he is dead is what you wanted to say but knew if you did, you would have to hideout in the bathroom again.
“Everyone would’ve reacted the same way. Had it been any other doctor in this ER you would not have been yelled at, take a breather,” She pats your shoulder feeling bad for your introduction to the pitt. She had known you since your first day at the coffee shop. You chatted occasionally, mainly about the latest reality tv episodes. But she saw something else in you, the determination for something more. When Shen had told her that you used to be a nurse, it made sense. The way you handled upset customers, treated people with such attentive kindness, and the pure joy radiating from you, all clicked. When Abbot had told her you had passed the nursing certification exam she was thrilled to know that she would be the one to show you the ropes.
You nod your head, looking up at the ceiling, using gravity to help stop the tears. You brought your hands up to your face, holding them there for a second to collect yourself.
“Sweetie you're bleeding!” Lena pulls your hand from your face looking down at the dried blood on your sleeve. Suddenly you could feel your middle finger throbbing hot as blood wrapped around your nail. Half of it had ripped off when you had moved Mr. Reynolds and you were so caught up in your emotions you hadn’t noticed it.
“Here, I’ll get someone to sterilize and wrap it up, you go to one of the empty rooms and sit,” She lets go of your hand, pointing to one of the rooms. You go without hesitation, not wanting to show your face just yet.
You pull back the curtain, sitting in one of the chairs with a shaken breath. Before you have a chance to think too hard about being yelled at, the curtain pulls back Jack standing with one of his hands on his hip.
“Lena told me someone got injured,” He almost looks surprised to see you sitting there. Lena had simply told him ‘one of the nurses’ needed help after getting their finger stuck on a patient's bed. His eyes look at your finger, covered in blood. He gets deja-vu for a second.
“It got caught under Mr. Reynolds, it’s fine really you don’t need to help I can clean it myself,” You mumble, pulling your sleeve over your finger. You had seen the look on his face when he told you the news. You were starting to convince yourself he might actually have feelings for you until that moment. You were just a nurse who had fucked up to him.
Jack wasn’t thinking that at all. Instead he was seeing just how fast your lightness had faded. Up until thirty minutes ago you looked on top of the world. He had been watching you all shift. Seen how excited you were when he had called you over to help in the trauma room with a MV patient. Your hands were steady when you had given him stitches once he was sedated and stabilized. Shen especially was hyping you up and asking specifically for you to help him with patients afterwards. You were able to laugh and joke not only with the doctors and other nurses, but with patients as well. All that positivity gone because of one doctor in a bad mood. He knew how easy it was to lose that joy, especially in medicine.
Fuck it. He thought to himself. Who cares if Finch has something to say about him being overly friendly with one of his nurses. He was the idiot who had missed the aneurysm in the first place.
“Now why would I miss the opportunity to sit and hangout with my favorite nurse,” He walks across the room, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling up a chair beside you. He watches you, trying to see a hint of a smile, but you keep your eyes forward and glazed.
“I read his chart. He should’ve taken you more seriously when you had told him about Reynolds headaches, that should’ve been a priority,” He doesn’t put his gloves on just yet. Instead he reaches out for your hand pulling it into his. Your head snaps to him, tears brimming your eyelashes as you nod your head in agreement.
“And you should’ve left and told someone immediately when he had touched you inappropriately,” He squeezes your hand as he lets go, reaching for his gloves. You huff at that, rolling your eyes a bit.
“I feel awful,” You shift your body towards him, holding your hand out for him to examine.
“Don’t be, you're killing it out there. I’m serious.” He grabs the alcohol wipes, brushing away the dried blood.
“I remember why I left, I had forgotten a bit over the years, but the death I just.. I don’t know if I can be surrounded by it,” Your eyes watching his hands as he moves procedurally. He starts sterilizing your nail before grabbing a wipe to dry it.
“I felt that way for a bit. There was a veteran patient I had, he um, he killed himself on fourth of july, thought he was back in vietnam and couldn’t figure out how to get out so he grabbed a shotgun and shot it into his chest, he bled out and there was nothing we could do…” He voice is low, almost whispering as he continues “But then the next patient was a five year old girl who had been hit by a car and we were able to get her stabilized and within a year she was walking again,” He’s not sure if his words had helped at all until he looked up and saw you were no longer crying, instead looking at him with so much admiration and focus.
“We do the best we can, and sometimes things are just out of our control. So don’t let an idiot of a doctor stop you from doing the best you can because we help people here, and I know you're damn good at that," He takes the splint and tape, wrapping it around your fingers to secure it in place. His fingers brush your knuckles, grounding you more to the present moment.
“You’re going to make me cry again Jack,” You huff out a laugh to hide the tear that had slipped down your face once again. His praise meant a lot to you, more than he could imagine.
“I hope they are tears of joy because you are all good to go,” He pulls off his gloves, looking up at you with a small smile on his face.
“Thank you, I um, I needed that,” You bounce your leg antsy to get back to work and prove yourself once again.
“We can’t lose our lucky charm on her first shift now can we,” He rests his hand on that same leg, steadying it for a beat. He pats it once more before standing up. You hop off the table, flexing your hand with your new finger splint.
For the rest of your shift, you continue to stay positive and not like FInches words get to you. A few times you looked up from the station to see Abbot looking at you. He would always give you a nod before continuing on with his work. Despite it all, you were almost bummed when the twelve hours had wrapped up.
Abbot left his shift upset that he would be parting from you once again. He shook his head when Robby caught him watching you again.
“I’m so fucked,” was all he said to his buddy before looking away from you.
Summary: The PITT didn’t expect to ever meet the girl that had changed Abbot’s mood for the better, much less under the conditions you arrived in. After a quick thinking move saves a patient's life, Abbot can’t withhold the pride he has for you and your work.
Tags: EMT reader, established relationship, canon type violence, horrible use of medical terms, probably just a lot of medical inaccuracies, cannon blood, mentions of injury/blood, hurt/comfort, angst-ish, fluff, hurt/comfort, happy ending, jack being a simp hehe, idk if they use pagers but I choose to believe they do, making out and nothing more, reader is a woman
WC: 2.8k
a/n: I don’t know much about medical content, so I am really sorry if there are bad inaccuracies lol, anyways, I’m having fun writing these one-shots, enjoy!
! not proofread !
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You had just returned home from your 24 hour shift. Your body ached as you dragged your feet out of your car. Despite it being a slow shift, highlights including a sprained ankle and two elderly transports, your body was beat. You didn’t mind the slow shifts, what you did mind was that you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in over 48 hours. Your schedules happened to overlap in just a way where your 24 hour shift happened to come right after his double, and just when you got off your shift, he was arriving back at his.
You were used to not seeing him for a while, but when your body is as sleep deprived as it currently is and Jack was at the hospital most likely feeling the same way, all you want is to curl up in bed with him. Before you had left for your shift you made sure to meal prep for the both of you and smiled when you had gotten a text from him thanking you. It had only been a few months since the two of you started dating, but it felt like it had been years with how easily you both fell into a routine.
Everyone at the PITT knew Abbot had started seeing someone. Over the past few months he has begun to check his phone, he arrives at work with lunch and little notes. little notes. The most notable change was how now he would go to the roof to answer the phone, coming back to the pitt much lighter than before. He let the staff tease him to an extent, simply brushing off any questions or comments towards his sudden shift in mood. He liked what the two of you had, it felt like a much needed separation from the PITT, something all to himself.
So to say he couldn’t believe his ears when he heard your voice cut through the emergency room, it would be an understatement. His heart sank to the floor, momentarily frozen. He couldn’t tell if it was you shouting in pain or someone else but he knew it was your voice and you were in the pitt.
Around the corner you were shouting for a gurney and help. Jack's feet were moving before he had time to react, eyes scanning over your body. You were still in uniform despite texting him thirty minutes ago that you had made it home safely. You showed no signs of injuries, he allowed himself to exhale for just a second before you started explaining what happened while two nurses wheeled a gurney to your car.
“They were just shouting for a doctor, and I thought I could help but it was risky and stupid,” Jack stands in front of you watching as you bring your blood stained hands to your face, holding your wrists to your forehead trying to calm down. You’re not sure if it’s the lack of sleep or the stress of the situation but the look on Abbot's face has you just about sobbing.
“Slow down honey, what happened?” Is all he asks before three nurses roll in a middle aged woman with a tube in her neck. You watch in horror as he grabs your wrists pulling them away from your face. He holds his eyes firm on you searching for anything that can help them decide what to do next. He can already tell what had happened simply by the tube, but he wanted to make sure you were calmed down. He places his hands on your shoulders steadying your shaking body, grounding you to the cement and himself.
“I tried the heimlich and it wasn’t working and she wasn’t taking in any oxygen or responding, so I performed an emergency cricothyrotomy with the supplies you stashed in my car,” He gives you a nod, squeezing your shoulders, before running behind the patient into Trauma room 1. You take a few breaths trying to steady yourself.
When you finally notice your surroundings, you see the girl who had driven you to the hospital, tears falling down her face. You may be freaking out, but you know her friend must be more scared than you are.
“She’ll be okay, common,” You nod at the girl as you begin to walk away from the trauma bay, leading her to the patient rooms.
It happened too fast you're already forgetting details of the incident. You were hoping out of your car when a woman across the street from you started screaming for help. You ran up seeing her friend choking. You immediately performed the heimlich but after several tries whatever was lodged in her throat wasn’t coming up. Her body went limp in your arms, her body slowly draining color from a lack of oxygen. You laid her down on the floor using your hands to open her mouth and try to find whatever it was that was stopping her breathing. Her friend continued to scream as you looked over at her. You knew what you needed to do, wishing a silent prayer that this wasn’t happening.
“What happened?” You pull out your phone using it as a flashlight to search further down her throat.
“We were laughing and she has a nasty habit of biting on water bottle caps and it must've been loose because it just flew into her mouth” Her friend crouches down to hold the girl's hand, her tears dripping onto the concrete.
“I need you to drive as fast as you can to The Pittsburg Trauma Center, can you do that for me?” You hand her your keys as you begin to carry her friend. You mentally run through the materials Abbot had left in your car knowing there was at least a kit for anything and everything.
“Keep your eyes on the road, wherever you do, do not look back at us, alright?” She helps you open the backseat doors, laying the girl on the seats while her friend runs to the front, starting the car. You rummage under the backseats until you find exactly what you're looking for.
You weren’t thinking about how stupid you were being. Performing a cricothyrotomy in the backseat of a moving vehicle with no restraints holding the girl steady was one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had in a while. Yet that didn’t stop you from performing the surgery. Blood was seeping into the floor of your Subaru, your hands steady despite the bumps on the road. You could hear her friend asking if she was okay but you ignored her, focusing on cutting a straight line into her throat.
You kept replaying it in your head. What if you had inserted it wrong, but she was breathing so that couldn't be possible? But what if you hadn’t needed to perform it, yet that also couldn’t have been true because she wasn’t breathing at all. You sat her friend down into a chair as you looked for a bathroom to wipe the blood from your hands.
You’re not sure how much time had passed when you left the bathroom with steady hands and dried tears.
“You were the one that performed the cricothyrotomy?” A woman points you out as soon as you step into the pitt. Her brown hair is tied back, scrub cap still on. You nod your head unsure if your voice is strong enough to speak.
“Nice save, Abbot said you’re an EMT?” She nods at your uniform you had forgotten you were still wearing.
“Is she going to be okay?” You wipe your hands on your pants nervously. You’ve never been one to question your own work, typically taking pride in your skills and how far you’ve come. For some reason, this one is sticking with you and you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve messed up.
“She’s going to be fine, just had a bottle cap lodged in her throat, we’ll see if there's any mental deterioration when she wakes up,” You sign in relief at her words. Just a bottle cap. She’ll be okay. She gives you a quick smile before adding on “Honestly what I really should be thanking you for is making Abbot laugh again, I can tell you're important to him,” She walks off, leaving your whirlwind of emotions confined to yourself.
You look around the emergency room. Patients continue complaining, doctors keep on moving. Not one face seemed to notice that for a second it felt like your world was crumbling in and the next like you were on top of it.
“Roof.” You hear him before you see him. His hand makes brief contact against yours as he walks past you, eyes holding on your for as long as they can. You follow him up the stairs. You watch him as he leads the way up, his left leg taking more of his weight than his right. You take a mental note of this to ask if he needs any help massaging his leg when he gets off work.
He holds the door open for you, nodding for you to go first. You didn’t even get a chance to take in the PIttsburg sky line because as soon as the door shuts, his hands are on your shoulders, spinning you around. He wraps one hand on the back of your head while the other pulls your waist flesh to his. Your arms immediately reach up to his neck, holding him strong as you both breath for what feels like the first time since you arrived at the hospital.
“You scared the shit out of me,” You feel his words vibrate through his chest into yours. “For a second I thought it was you on a gurney,” his voice is quiet, almost whispering into your ears. You feel him sigh into you, pulling back slightly to rest his forehead on yours. You look up at him, your heart breaking at the sight.
You know what he’s been through, how much loss he carries deep within him. At times he’s made comments about you choosing a safer profession, maybe only transporting people from elderly homes. You know even though he is joking, there is truth to it. He is scared to lose you like he’s lost so many people before.
“I’m right here,” You mutter, pulling him back into your arms. There's a breeze grazing your skin as you stand outside but his body keeps you warm. Absent-mindedly he begins rubbing his hands up and down your back.
“I thought you were off work?” He pulls back, looking at you. He takes your image in again. Your tired yet shining eyes. The slight tear in your lip, no doubt from biting it hard in the ER. It’s a nasty habit he tries to break, always offering you a chapstick when he can feel you anxiously bounce beside him.
“Yeah me too,” You begin to smile, in return lighting up his face. You're laughing, which means you're comfortable and safe, he reminds himself. A small smile creeps to his lips as he brings them to your forehead giving you a soft kiss. You close your eyes at the contact, letting every burden and fatigue wash away at his touch.You could stay like this forever you think, on the roof in the arms of the only man who sees you for you.
“That was a good save, I’m really proud of you,” He pats your head as you roll your eyes. Taking compliments was hard, but you would be lying if you said your heart didn’t swell at his praise.
“I really thought I fucked up,” Your smile drops a bit, the reality of what had just happened settling in. How if this had gone badly you could've lost your job. There was also a part of you that was scared of letting Abbot down. You knew he was a good doctor, teaching you new techniques and practices constantly but you never had to perform them in front of him.
“I mean, the cut definitely could've been more precise, if I were to grade it I'd give it a B+” He teases you, a smile blooming across his face. Anything to try to get you to laugh again. You move your hand from the back of his neck to playfully slap him on the chest. He simply grabs your wrist, holding it in place, eyes not moving off yours.
“Wow, just a B+, you know I made that cut without any fancy tools in a vehicle not made for operating,” You joke back looking up at him through your lashes. Any worry or doubt about how you performed today simply faded away at his words.
“I’ve missed you,” He blurts out as if he wasn’t expecting it. His past shift had felt like a countdown to seeing you again. He was checking his phone for updates, staring at the clock, shifting through patients hoping the next one would distract him enough to not think about you for more than a minute.
“I missed you too Jack,” You smile back. His hands move back to your neck pulling you in for a soft kiss. You sigh into it, letting your head fall into his hands as he wraps it around your cheek. You pull back despite wanting nothing more than to keep him as close as possible to you.
“Shouldn’t you be saving lives?” You tease, only half serious.
“There are other doctors down there,” He smiles back leaning in once more. This kiss is much more urgent, his lips moving from yours to the side of your face, then once more to your neck. Goosebumps erupt on your skin as his stubble drags across your neck. He brings his mouth back up to your lips as you press into him. His hands travel to your ass, squeezing tightly. You let out a little laugh as he moves them back to your neck.
“I love seeing you in uniform,” You laugh as his breath brushes against your skin only making you lean into him more.
“You have no idea how worked up you got me, everyone was shocked at how well that cricothyrotomy was due to the circumstances and it took everything in me to not shout that my girl had done that,” He moves his hands to the first button of your top, opening it to reveal more skin he can touch. Blood rushes to your cheeks at his praise. You feel on top of the world right now as he continues to nip and suck on your skin.
Just as he brings his lips back up to yours his pager goes off interrupting the two of you. You both groan as he pulls away to check what could possibly have stopped him from worshiping his girl.
“Shall we?” He kisses you once more, a quick peck before turning around. You follow him, keeping your hands in his. He leads you downstairs, stopping at the door to the emergency room.
“Get some rest okay,” He kisses the top of your head again. You smile once more at him as you both walk into the ER. Several eyes at the nurses station divert away, the clearly snooping doctors trying to busy themselves as if they weren’t trying to read your lips. This makes Jack send you a wink before guiding you through the patients and to your car sitting in the ambulance bay.
Just as you step out of the doors, he grabs your waist pulling you close to him.
“I love you, I’ll see you at home in a few hours” He practically shouts the first part into your ear, loud enough for the people spying to hear.
“I love you too Jack,” You stand on your tippytoes to give a small kiss to his cheek, letting your hands linger on his face for a beat before turning away.
“See you in two hours,”
You choose to ignore the smell of blood as you drive yourself home. This will be a pain in the ass to clean but that's a thought for another day. What you decide to think of is how when you wake up from your sleep, Abbot will be home and with you once again.
Back at the PITT Jack begins charting. Shen and Ellis slide up behind him, both with shit-eating grins. They had placed bets a while ago on who the mystery woman was and when they would eventually meet her.
“So, about that girl you were talking to earlier…” Shen leans in waiting for Abbot to respond.
“Don’t you two have patients to see?” They both slump their shoulders knowing he won’t break. As they hop away he smiles to himself knowing he won’t have to keep you a secret from the PITT anymore.
Summary: As the local barista for the 24 hour Pittsburg hospital coffee shop, you’ve formed a bond with the staff of the ER night crew. When things start to get boring for them and you happen to need a doctor, Shen sets you up with none other than your favorite regular, Jack Abbot.
Tags: Jack Abbot x reader, reader is ex-nurse, reader is a barista, no physical descriptions, minor injury, mention of blood/injury, inaccurate medical descriptions, mentions of sex, straight fluff, establish friendship-ish, shen being a wingman, nightshift shenanigans
WC: 3.5k
a/n: first fic, aye! I might make a part two to this lmk if you guys would read :)
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You are everyone's favorite barista. The 24 hour coffee shop attached to Pittsburg general hospital was really only there for the patient's family members waiting a long periods to hear good or bad news. But one day after Shen's go to Dunkin had been closed down to do a small rat infestation, he had no choice but to get coffee from you, and he thanks god every day for it.
“What happened to your dunkin?” Ellis asked him as he stepped into the PITT with a smile on his face.
“Decided to switch things up and I got to say, I think this might be the best coffee I’ve ever had” From there Shen not only had the best coffee of his life, but also the best shift of his life. Not a single code happened and everything worked like a smooth oiled machine. The next shift he got another coffee from you, calling you the “lucky charm” of the PITT.
Since then it was known that the days you were working at the coffee shop were the days things ran smoothly for the doctors who got a coffee from you. Eventually most of the night shift would grab a coffee from you and it became a ritual. You’d clock in at 6pm, Shen would stop by getting about three iced coffees with cream and sugar, then one of the nurses would stop by an hour later grabbing six drips, and it’d repeat again halfway through their shift around 3am. You can’t help but look forward to these shifts when you know you’ll be making coffee for the PITTs best.
Jack wasn’t a man for superstitions but after two shit shifts in a row he decided to try Shen’s “lucky charm” barista. What he realized right away was that Shen failed to mention how gorgeous the barista was. Hell the coffee could be shit and he would walk away feeling uplifted by just talking to you. He made a note to ask Shen about it, knowing he definitely has your schedule memorized.
You had memorized his order right away, blushing heavily whenever you saw a flash of those silver curls coming around the corner. You had misheard his name the first time he ordered and called him Rabbit, but he took it with pride, a small smile lifting on his cheeks. Since then every night you work, you both share a small laugh about the incident calling him rabbit every time. He refuses to acknowledge how much that small inside joke makes his heart swell.
Three months into this job and everyone in the PITT emergency room knew your name. They sometimes would stop by just to joke around with you for a break while grabbing a second coffee of the night. You were more than happy for the company on the long boring nights, sometimes going as far as bringing the nurses leftover pastries and drip coffee you were technically supposed to dump after 2 hours. Sometimes you would hang around the nurses station during your break if it was slow.
Really you just wanted a chance to see your favorite piece of eye candy. About a month ago when you were hanging out with Lena you both watched as he was arms deep into a patient, commanding the room with instructions, everyone listening and following. You were staring at him and locked eyes a few times but that didn’t stop you from admiring how good he looked when he was in control.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” Shen had broken you out of your Abbott induced spell eyes wide as your silly crush was pointed out.
“Can I ask you something off the record?” You leaned over the nurses station to whisper as he leaned forward a cheeky smile on his lips.
“Yes he is single and ready to mingle,” He slaps his hands down on the counter leading a few eyes to look over. You hide your hands in embarrassment as he sips on the coffee you had made an hour ago.
“Okay conversation over,” You say into your hands as he pats the top of your head before walking away.
Despite not being part of the crew you felt like one of them. You have bonded over sleepiness and long hours. Your heart couldn’t help but feel drawn back to the emergency room, but there was a reason why you had left. Or at least tried to leave… you were still technically working in a hospital.
Then the worst thing happened to you.
One second you were restocking the front fridge of the shop and the next, a shelf fell on top of you and your hands. You were telling your manager it was loose for over a week now but as typical hospital coffee shops go, he brushed it off and told you to keep using the shelf. Really you should have not put anything on that shelf, especially not glass lemonade bottles.
Heads turn as your coworker rushes towards you eyes wide at the site. You were frozen in place as blood immediately started to pool in your palms.
“Holy shit, you need a doctor” Your coworker stands right by your side watching the blood drop into the spilt lemonade. You can't help but let out a laugh at her words. Needing a doctor in a hospital, how ironic. You already know what needs to happen next as you look at your hands. None of the shards look deep enough for stitches but then again better safe than sorry.
“I’m going to go downstairs, can you text our manager and let him know what happened?” You asked already thinking through how this is going to affect your next paycheck.
Yes you may be bleeding out but there goes your hands which means you won't be able to work which means your bills won’t be paid. Your coworker nods running to the back and returning with a rag to put wrap around your hands mildly containing the bleeding as you take a deep breath. You start walking down the back staircase steadying your breathing. The initial shock and fear muted some of the pain but it still stings like a bitch.
You used your back to push open the door to the PITT immediately on the hunt for someone you recognized. Is it patient protocol to walk into the ER and skip the line, probably not? But you know the doctors here are your friends and they will help you.
“Lena, do you guys have space for um, whatever this needs?” You raise your hands in the air showing the now blood soaked towel.
“Oh my god sweety, how’d this happen,” she leans over the counter examining the glass embedded shards in your palms. Shen spots you across the PITT immediately giddy at the thought that you had brought coffee to them.
“You didn’t have to bring us extra juice y/n that’s too nice- oh shit” is all he says as he approaches the nurses station.
“There’s a bed in triage you can set her up in,” Lena nods to the hallway as Shen immediately pulls the towel away to get a better look at your hands.
“I can still run up and make another batch, just might have some blood… and maybe glass in it,” You try to joke, wincing as he moves your hand to examine the back of them. Thankful there was no glass there, just a lot of blood. He gives Lena a nod while leading you to a room and pulling back the curtain.
He motions to the bed as you sit down on it looking around. You’d never actually been in the emergency room at this hospital as a patient. It feels strange talking to Shen in this setting, seeing him in “doctor mode”.
“Look, I have to catch up on a shit ton of charting so Dr. Abbot will come in to stitch you up, I hope that's okay? I will be back to hear how this happened though,” You body can’t help but react at the thought of being in the same room as your favorite regular.
What you didn’t know is that Shen didn’t have any charting to catch up. In fact this may have been one of his slowest shifts in his career. What he did need was some workplace gossip, and you were the perfect girl to cause some drama. Especially when he knows about Jack’s small crush on you.
The man never bought coffee until Shen mentioned your name to him, since then he always has a coffee from you when he steps through the doors of the PITT. Some of his cups have little hearts, some a rabbit drawing. Shen had it upon himself to set up a bet for how long it would take for one of you to make a move, and now was the perfect set up.
He sends you a quick wink before leaving the room. You don’t even have time to process it before one of the nurses comes in with a kit to get you sterilized.
After a bit of stinging and sharing what happened to the nurse, Jack enters not saying a word.
“Hey Rabbit!” You give a closed lip smile as he enters the room. He looks down at you, his gaze on your eyes is firm and stoic. Your smile falters a little bit feeling less like your normal happy self when he’s looking at you like this. You’re used to being somewhat eye level with him, not fully looking up at his broad shoulders.
“You should sue the hospital,” he finally breaks, speaking into the silence as he grabs a pair of gloves and pulls a rolling chair up to you. His chest is almost touching your shoulder and you try to ignore the sudden body heat you can feel radiating off of him.
“Yeah right and where would I afford the lawyer to do that off of minimum wage,” You scoff looking down. You haven’t been able to look him in the eye. Instead you’ve opted to look at your hands, finally no longer bleeding, the glass wet from the alcohol poured on it earlier.
“I’ll pay for it,” He mumbles slowly as if he was offering to pay for a coffee. This finally makes you look him in the eyes, his already on yours. You laugh out loud, harder than you meant to as he squints at you, confusion on his face.
“Wouldn’t that be an infringement on your duties as a doctor at this very hospital?” You continue to laugh as he shakes his head looking down at the tools on the tray in front of both of you. You can see his lips lift ever so slightly at the sides. Your contagious laugh is music to his ears and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t hide it.
“My duties are to keep people like you from bleeding out due to negligent bosses,” He moves his hands to the tweezers lifting them up. You’re not sure if he found out how this happened from one of the nurses or if you happened to tell him about the loose shelf a while ago and he remembered like he always does. No matter the smallest things you tell him, it’s imprinted in his head, always following up on conversations you had days ago, always asking more details, always knowing things about you that you didn’t even remember sharing.
You still remember the day you told him that you used to be a nurse. He looked confused and had asked you why you left. You couldn’t really think of a response and he dropped the subject but since then it’s like you were a rubix cube to him, every question carefully asked, just trying to figure you out.
“Rest your hands on here,” His fingers ghost over your wrist as he guides your hands to the tray in between you and him. The latex gloves being nothing but a barrier to the two of you as his fingers linger a beat longer than they would with any other patient. You hold your breath as you look at the tweezers he’s picked up and the suture kit next to your hands.
“Breathe sweetheart, It’ll be fast,” You take a breath as requested despite the air being knocked out of your lungs to him calling you a pet name. He looks away at your hands and begins using the tweezer to pull out the first shard. You winced a pinching feeling erupting in your palm. He looks up, pausing at the sound of you in pain.
“What are your plans this weekend, going on another hike or staying home and watching Jury Duty?” He tries to distract you as he continues his work. The meds can only do so much when it comes to embedded glass and this is the best bet to make you comfortable. He knows you could talk for hours, often forgetting about other customers in line when he arrives at the coffee shop. He looks back up to see you looking at the ceiling, glassy eyes forming.
“Um, well, I was going to work the weekend but now I’m not sure I can so I guess watch TV, fuck,” you whisper the last word as a tear slips out.
“M’sorry baby,” Jack mumbles again, continuing to pull another piece out, landing with a soft clatter into the bowl next to him.
“No, it’s not you, you're being really gently, I just don’t know how long I will be out of work and I just, fuck I should’ve been putting more to my emergency funds because I don’t know how I am going to be able to afford this visit and everything without a job,” More tears start falling, landing on your lap as Jack’s heart breaks for you. He pauses his movements, setting down his tweezers to hold the back of your hands with his.
“Look at me,” You roll your eyes, eventually looking at him after a beat of silence. Your eyes are already puffy and your lips are swollen from biting them. Jack admires your face for a second, how scared and frustrated yet beautiful you look even when it seems like your world is falling apart.
“This visit can be off the record if anyone asks, and you have people who will do anything to support you, hell half the people here would let you crash at their place if you needed to,” he whispers, not saying what he really means, that he would do anything for you. He slips off his glove to wipe some of the tears falling down your face. You can’t even process it before you're leaning into his touch, closing your eyes to still your breathing. He’s right, and you know that.
“Thank you” You whisper barely audible knowing exactly what he meant to say. Your tears stop falling as you break into a small giggle.
“Sorry, god today has been insane. I think this was my breaking point,” His hands pulled away despite neither of you wanting it to. He gives you a side eye, grabbing a new pair of gloves to continue what he should be doing.
“oh yeah, what else happened?” He goes back to work, eyes on your hands as you watch him. The way his muscles flex under his scrubs as he moves his hands to squeeze the tweezers around the glass. The way his brows furrow as he concentrates trying to cause as little pain as possible.
“I just put down a deposit to retake the nclex” Abbot's movements pause just for a second before you resume speaking. “ It was three hundred dollars and had I began picking up extra night shifts to cover the cost so I can take review classes in the day but now that plan is screwed and I don’t know if I’ll even be able to pass the exam so it might’ve been a waste,” You haven’t told anyone besides Abbott that you had used to be a nurse. You quit a year in, feeling overworked and unpaid. You missed the hospital hence why you took up the barista job and since then you have felt inspired by the night staff. You’re reminded through them why you wanted to be a nurse in the first place.
“I can help you study,” He doesn’t miss a beat. His gaze looks up to you as you bite your lip thinking of a response.
“You’d tutor me for free?” is all you can come up with as his eyes bore into your soul.
“Yes, but I wouldn't mind something else in return,” The side of his face lifts into a mischievous smile. You can feel your face blushing from the implication. This wasn’t the first time he flirted with you, of course you always flirted with him first. But it was the first time he was flirting with you, while offering to help you outside the hospital, and while sitting so close to you and holding your hand in his. You stutter for a second before he cuts you off
“A free coffee maybe…”
“Oh duh right,” You laugh to yourself, failing at not looking flustered.
“What did you think I meant?” He questions with that same stupid smirk on his face. You keep your mouth closed, shrugging in response. He shakes his head while his shoulders shake a little, a chuckle escaping his body.
“You know…I thought maybe you were trying to prostitute me for a second,” You can’t help but laugh with him as he pulls out the last piece of glass from your hand. Your mind is fully gone from the previous stressors, only focused on how comfortable it feels talking to Jack.
“I just said words you were the one picturing us having sex,” He tilts his head to the side, his smile widening. He sets down his tools and pushes the table back to stand up. You were almost at a loss for words, almost.
“Like I’m not the only one who pictures it,” You one up him, turning the tables on him. You can see a small blush rising to his cheeks as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips. He sucks in a breath, you follow suit, both just waiting for the other to make a move. The moment is cut off by the curtain wiping open.
“Interuppting something here?” Shen wears a mischievous smirk as the two of you look at him like deer caught in headlights. Jack sets his tools down as you look at your hands realizing he had wrapped them in gauze at some point and finished pulling the glass out.
“I was just heading out,” You hop off the table, Jack not moving from where he stands causing you to bump shoulders with him ever so slightly. He doesn't say a word as you walk out, but maintains eye contact with you the whole time. Shen follows you as you make your way to the staircase.
“What did I just walk into y/n” He pokes your side as you hide your face in your wrapped up hands.
“God, shut up, we are never speaking of this” You manage a semi normal laugh as you try your best to get upstairs not saying another word to him. You can hear a few whoops as you open the staircase refusing to look back.
Once you finally make it upstairs you take a deep breath. You pull out your phone ready to call an uber home just to see a new message from an unknown sender.
I am off tomorrow, we can meet at the dinner across the street at noon and start studying.
….
Also you will need to come back in three days to check if there is an infection and change the dressing gauze.
And another message
Jack Abbot has zelled you 300$ with a message “to cover your Nclex exam so you can join us downstairs :)”
Summary: As the local barista for the 24 hour Pittsburg hospital coffee shop, you’ve formed a bond with the staff of the ER night crew. When things start to get boring for them and you happen to need a doctor, Shen sets you up with none other than your favorite regular, Jack Abbot.
Tags: Jack Abbot x reader, reader is ex-nurse, reader is a barista, no physical descriptions, minor injury, mention of blood/injury, inaccurate medical descriptions, mentions of sex, straight fluff, establish friendship-ish, shen being a wingman, nightshift shenanigans
WC: 3.5k
a/n: first fic, aye! I might make a part two to this lmk if you guys would read :)
Part Two
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You are everyone's favorite barista. The 24 hour coffee shop attached to Pittsburg general hospital was really only there for the patient's family members waiting a long periods to hear good or bad news. But one day after Shen's go to Dunkin had been closed down to do a small rat infestation, he had no choice but to get coffee from you, and he thanks god every day for it.
“What happened to your dunkin?” Ellis asked him as he stepped into the PITT with a smile on his face.
“Decided to switch things up and I got to say, I think this might be the best coffee I’ve ever had” From there Shen not only had the best coffee of his life, but also the best shift of his life. Not a single code happened and everything worked like a smooth oiled machine. The next shift he got another coffee from you, calling you the “lucky charm” of the PITT.
Since then it was known that the days you were working at the coffee shop were the days things ran smoothly for the doctors who got a coffee from you. Eventually most of the night shift would grab a coffee from you and it became a ritual. You’d clock in at 6pm, Shen would stop by getting about three iced coffees with cream and sugar, then one of the nurses would stop by an hour later grabbing six drips, and it’d repeat again halfway through their shift around 3am. You can’t help but look forward to these shifts when you know you’ll be making coffee for the PITTs best.
Jack wasn’t a man for superstitions but after two shit shifts in a row he decided to try Shen’s “lucky charm” barista. What he realized right away was that Shen failed to mention how gorgeous the barista was. Hell the coffee could be shit and he would walk away feeling uplifted by just talking to you. He made a note to ask Shen about it, knowing he definitely has your schedule memorized.
You had memorized his order right away, blushing heavily whenever you saw a flash of those silver curls coming around the corner. You had misheard his name the first time he ordered and called him Rabbit, but he took it with pride, a small smile lifting on his cheeks. Since then every night you work, you both share a small laugh about the incident calling him rabbit every time. He refuses to acknowledge how much that small inside joke makes his heart swell.
Three months into this job and everyone in the PITT emergency room knew your name. They sometimes would stop by just to joke around with you for a break while grabbing a second coffee of the night. You were more than happy for the company on the long boring nights, sometimes going as far as bringing the nurses leftover pastries and drip coffee you were technically supposed to dump after 2 hours. Sometimes you would hang around the nurses station during your break if it was slow.
Really you just wanted a chance to see your favorite piece of eye candy. About a month ago when you were hanging out with Lena you both watched as he was arms deep into a patient, commanding the room with instructions, everyone listening and following. You were staring at him and locked eyes a few times but that didn’t stop you from admiring how good he looked when he was in control.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” Shen had broken you out of your Abbott induced spell eyes wide as your silly crush was pointed out.
“Can I ask you something off the record?” You leaned over the nurses station to whisper as he leaned forward a cheeky smile on his lips.
“Yes he is single and ready to mingle,” He slaps his hands down on the counter leading a few eyes to look over. You hide your hands in embarrassment as he sips on the coffee you had made an hour ago.
“Okay conversation over,” You say into your hands as he pats the top of your head before walking away.
Despite not being part of the crew you felt like one of them. You have bonded over sleepiness and long hours. Your heart couldn’t help but feel drawn back to the emergency room, but there was a reason why you had left. Or at least tried to leave… you were still technically working in a hospital.
Then the worst thing happened to you.
One second you were restocking the front fridge of the shop and the next, a shelf fell on top of you and your hands. You were telling your manager it was loose for over a week now but as typical hospital coffee shops go, he brushed it off and told you to keep using the shelf. Really you should have not put anything on that shelf, especially not glass lemonade bottles.
Heads turn as your coworker rushes towards you eyes wide at the site. You were frozen in place as blood immediately started to pool in your palms.
“Holy shit, you need a doctor” Your coworker stands right by your side watching the blood drop into the spilt lemonade. You can't help but let out a laugh at her words. Needing a doctor in a hospital, how ironic. You already know what needs to happen next as you look at your hands. None of the shards look deep enough for stitches but then again better safe than sorry.
“I’m going to go downstairs, can you text our manager and let him know what happened?” You asked already thinking through how this is going to affect your next paycheck.
Yes you may be bleeding out but there goes your hands which means you won't be able to work which means your bills won’t be paid. Your coworker nods running to the back and returning with a rag to put wrap around your hands mildly containing the bleeding as you take a deep breath. You start walking down the back staircase steadying your breathing. The initial shock and fear muted some of the pain but it still stings like a bitch.
You used your back to push open the door to the PITT immediately on the hunt for someone you recognized. Is it patient protocol to walk into the ER and skip the line, probably not? But you know the doctors here are your friends and they will help you.
“Lena, do you guys have space for um, whatever this needs?” You raise your hands in the air showing the now blood soaked towel.
“Oh my god sweety, how’d this happen,” she leans over the counter examining the glass embedded shards in your palms. Shen spots you across the PITT immediately giddy at the thought that you had brought coffee to them.
“You didn’t have to bring us extra juice y/n that’s too nice- oh shit” is all he says as he approaches the nurses station.
“There’s a bed in triage you can set her up in,” Lena nods to the hallway as Shen immediately pulls the towel away to get a better look at your hands.
“I can still run up and make another batch, just might have some blood… and maybe glass in it,” You try to joke, wincing as he moves your hand to examine the back of them. Thankful there was no glass there, just a lot of blood. He gives Lena a nod while leading you to a room and pulling back the curtain.
He motions to the bed as you sit down on it looking around. You’d never actually been in the emergency room at this hospital as a patient. It feels strange talking to Shen in this setting, seeing him in “doctor mode”.
“Look, I have to catch up on a shit ton of charting so Dr. Abbot will come in to stitch you up, I hope that's okay? I will be back to hear how this happened though,” You body can’t help but react at the thought of being in the same room as your favorite regular.
What you didn’t know is that Shen didn’t have any charting to catch up. In fact this may have been one of his slowest shifts in his career. What he did need was some workplace gossip, and you were the perfect girl to cause some drama. Especially when he knows about Jack’s small crush on you.
The man never bought coffee until Shen mentioned your name to him, since then he always has a coffee from you when he steps through the doors of the PITT. Some of his cups have little hearts, some a rabbit drawing. Shen had it upon himself to set up a bet for how long it would take for one of you to make a move, and now was the perfect set up.
He sends you a quick wink before leaving the room. You don’t even have time to process it before one of the nurses comes in with a kit to get you sterilized.
After a bit of stinging and sharing what happened to the nurse, Jack enters not saying a word.
“Hey Rabbit!” You give a closed lip smile as he enters the room. He looks down at you, his gaze on your eyes is firm and stoic. Your smile falters a little bit feeling less like your normal happy self when he’s looking at you like this. You’re used to being somewhat eye level with him, not fully looking up at his broad shoulders.
“You should sue the hospital,” he finally breaks, speaking into the silence as he grabs a pair of gloves and pulls a rolling chair up to you. His chest is almost touching your shoulder and you try to ignore the sudden body heat you can feel radiating off of him.
“Yeah right and where would I afford the lawyer to do that off of minimum wage,” You scoff looking down. You haven’t been able to look him in the eye. Instead you’ve opted to look at your hands, finally no longer bleeding, the glass wet from the alcohol poured on it earlier.
“I’ll pay for it,” He mumbles slowly as if he was offering to pay for a coffee. This finally makes you look him in the eyes, his already on yours. You laugh out loud, harder than you meant to as he squints at you, confusion on his face.
“Wouldn’t that be an infringement on your duties as a doctor at this very hospital?” You continue to laugh as he shakes his head looking down at the tools on the tray in front of both of you. You can see his lips lift ever so slightly at the sides. Your contagious laugh is music to his ears and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t hide it.
“My duties are to keep people like you from bleeding out due to negligent bosses,” He moves his hands to the tweezers lifting them up. You’re not sure if he found out how this happened from one of the nurses or if you happened to tell him about the loose shelf a while ago and he remembered like he always does. No matter the smallest things you tell him, it’s imprinted in his head, always following up on conversations you had days ago, always asking more details, always knowing things about you that you didn’t even remember sharing.
You still remember the day you told him that you used to be a nurse. He looked confused and had asked you why you left. You couldn’t really think of a response and he dropped the subject but since then it’s like you were a rubix cube to him, every question carefully asked, just trying to figure you out.
“Rest your hands on here,” His fingers ghost over your wrist as he guides your hands to the tray in between you and him. The latex gloves being nothing but a barrier to the two of you as his fingers linger a beat longer than they would with any other patient. You hold your breath as you look at the tweezers he’s picked up and the suture kit next to your hands.
“Breathe sweetheart, It’ll be fast,” You take a breath as requested despite the air being knocked out of your lungs to him calling you a pet name. He looks away at your hands and begins using the tweezer to pull out the first shard. You winced a pinching feeling erupting in your palm. He looks up, pausing at the sound of you in pain.
“What are your plans this weekend, going on another hike or staying home and watching Jury Duty?” He tries to distract you as he continues his work. The meds can only do so much when it comes to embedded glass and this is the best bet to make you comfortable. He knows you could talk for hours, often forgetting about other customers in line when he arrives at the coffee shop. He looks back up to see you looking at the ceiling, glassy eyes forming.
“Um, well, I was going to work the weekend but now I’m not sure I can so I guess watch TV, fuck,” you whisper the last word as a tear slips out.
“M’sorry baby,” Jack mumbles again, continuing to pull another piece out, landing with a soft clatter into the bowl next to him.
“No, it’s not you, you're being really gently, I just don’t know how long I will be out of work and I just, fuck I should’ve been putting more to my emergency funds because I don’t know how I am going to be able to afford this visit and everything without a job,” More tears start falling, landing on your lap as Jack’s heart breaks for you. He pauses his movements, setting down his tweezers to hold the back of your hands with his.
“Look at me,” You roll your eyes, eventually looking at him after a beat of silence. Your eyes are already puffy and your lips are swollen from biting them. Jack admires your face for a second, how scared and frustrated yet beautiful you look even when it seems like your world is falling apart.
“This visit can be off the record if anyone asks, and you have people who will do anything to support you, hell half the people here would let you crash at their place if you needed to,” he whispers, not saying what he really means, that he would do anything for you. He slips off his glove to wipe some of the tears falling down your face. You can’t even process it before you're leaning into his touch, closing your eyes to still your breathing. He’s right, and you know that.
“Thank you” You whisper barely audible knowing exactly what he meant to say. Your tears stop falling as you break into a small giggle.
“Sorry, god today has been insane. I think this was my breaking point,” His hands pulled away despite neither of you wanting it to. He gives you a side eye, grabbing a new pair of gloves to continue what he should be doing.
“oh yeah, what else happened?” He goes back to work, eyes on your hands as you watch him. The way his muscles flex under his scrubs as he moves his hands to squeeze the tweezers around the glass. The way his brows furrow as he concentrates trying to cause as little pain as possible.
“I just put down a deposit to retake the nclex” Abbot's movements pause just for a second before you resume speaking. “ It was three hundred dollars and had I began picking up extra night shifts to cover the cost so I can take review classes in the day but now that plan is screwed and I don’t know if I’ll even be able to pass the exam so it might’ve been a waste,” You haven’t told anyone besides Abbott that you had used to be a nurse. You quit a year in, feeling overworked and unpaid. You missed the hospital hence why you took up the barista job and since then you have felt inspired by the night staff. You’re reminded through them why you wanted to be a nurse in the first place.
“I can help you study,” He doesn’t miss a beat. His gaze looks up to you as you bite your lip thinking of a response.
“You’d tutor me for free?” is all you can come up with as his eyes bore into your soul.
“Yes, but I wouldn't mind something else in return,” The side of his face lifts into a mischievous smile. You can feel your face blushing from the implication. This wasn’t the first time he flirted with you, of course you always flirted with him first. But it was the first time he was flirting with you, while offering to help you outside the hospital, and while sitting so close to you and holding your hand in his. You stutter for a second before he cuts you off
“A free coffee maybe…”
“Oh duh right,” You laugh to yourself, failing at not looking flustered.
“What did you think I meant?” He questions with that same stupid smirk on his face. You keep your mouth closed, shrugging in response. He shakes his head while his shoulders shake a little, a chuckle escaping his body.
“You know…I thought maybe you were trying to prostitute me for a second,” You can’t help but laugh with him as he pulls out the last piece of glass from your hand. Your mind is fully gone from the previous stressors, only focused on how comfortable it feels talking to Jack.
“I just said words you were the one picturing us having sex,” He tilts his head to the side, his smile widening. He sets down his tools and pushes the table back to stand up. You were almost at a loss for words, almost.
“Like I’m not the only one who pictures it,” You one up him, turning the tables on him. You can see a small blush rising to his cheeks as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips. He sucks in a breath, you follow suit, both just waiting for the other to make a move. The moment is cut off by the curtain wiping open.
“Interuppting something here?” Shen wears a mischievous smirk as the two of you look at him like deer caught in headlights. Jack sets his tools down as you look at your hands realizing he had wrapped them in gauze at some point and finished pulling the glass out.
“I was just heading out,” You hop off the table, Jack not moving from where he stands causing you to bump shoulders with him ever so slightly. He doesn't say a word as you walk out, but maintains eye contact with you the whole time. Shen follows you as you make your way to the staircase.
“What did I just walk into y/n” He pokes your side as you hide your face in your wrapped up hands.
“God, shut up, we are never speaking of this” You manage a semi normal laugh as you try your best to get upstairs not saying another word to him. You can hear a few whoops as you open the staircase refusing to look back.
Once you finally make it upstairs you take a deep breath. You pull out your phone ready to call an uber home just to see a new message from an unknown sender.
I am off tomorrow, we can meet at the dinner across the street at noon and start studying.
….
Also you will need to come back in three days to check if there is an infection and change the dressing gauze.
And another message
Jack Abbot has zelled you 300$ with a message “to cover your Nclex exam so you can join us downstairs :)”
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