thimble and vaelus being supportive of occtis while kat decides a slap on the ass is motivational enough. (out of everything that i could draw from episode 3, of COURSE i chose this)
Guh for people waiting for my Hucklerabbot angst….
I haven’t written in a week….😔 I’m on my Palia and Powerwash Simulator 2 GRIND
My brain is definitely not broken or anything. I have ideas and know what to write I’m just procrastinating on purpose! not bc of a lack of content in my noggin no never I would never Creativity is my jam my whole class of homemade jam aaaand it’s empty but I can make more, trust.
Call me a whore but if an absolute DADDY manhandled me on my first shift, I would be preying on HIM! “Oh but the power imbalance!” Bitch I’ve got innocent eyes, a perverted mind, and unresolved trauma, theres no imbalance. That imbalance is a fucking lucky penny on the sidewalk, I’m picking it up and taking it with me wherever I go. That imbalance keeps me fed. That imbalance enriches my spirit.
hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god
while we're on the subject i think we need to talk about jack abbot's quiet panic when robby is on the roof. bc robby being in his spot is Not Normal and he's trying not to freak out. and yeah he does a great job keeping that shit under wraps bc he's literally trained to stay calm under pressure. but the alarmed look in his eye. the desperate way he jumps from comedic to heartfelt to argumentative, trying to find something, ANYTHING, that he can say to get robby to step away from that ledge. the way he leans against the railing, makes himself small. creates an intimate space that invites robby to open up to him, then demands unwavering eye contact while delivering affirmations. robby talking jack down is a given, almost routine. jack talking robby down is unthinkable, and he is terrified.
abbot: er doctor. veteran. combat medic. amputee. widower. goes to therapy. fakes measurements to allow an abortion for a young girl. gives blood while actively treating patients. copes in dark humor. a yapper. talks his friend off a ledge he was just on. listens to a police scanner on his day off. volunteers to come in on his day off. makes sure people know they're doing a good job.
There’s always one. One patient that is too rude, too aggressive. That feels like they are more important than the others, that the doctors owe them something.
It happened to Dana the first day Dennis started his ER rotation.
He guesses it was only a matter of time before it happened to him.
The man is big, though not as big as the one that hit Dana. He has been in their waiting room all day, Dennis knows this because he has had to tell him to sit back down and wait a few times himself. He’s been screaming for the most part of the day. Like it’s Dennis’ fault that he just came here with a headache, a runny nose, and no other symptoms, literally the least of their problems. He had told him to just take some paracetamol and go home, but the man had insisted that he wanted to be seen by a real doctor. So waiting it was.
Dennis just wanted to go home. The night shift had taken over (at last), he had grabbed his things from his locker and had just exited into the nice fresh air, ready to make his way back home (now that he had an actualy room he didn’t have to be afraid of being thrown out of) when the guy had cornered him.
Dennis backs up against the wall of the hospital. He can see the ambulance entrance from here, someone will come out sooner or later, they’ll see him and they’ll help. Probably.
“Sir, I know you are upset, but we had patients with much more dire emergencies. You should arrange to see your GP-“ Dennis tries to reason, his hands up in front of himself.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” the man spits out. Predictable. It was worth a try though.
Dennis is about to say something else, but the man’s hands come up to grip the front of his hoodie, and he presses him against the wall.
Shit.
He brings his hands up to try to make the man release him. He is not exactly weak but this man is almost two times his size. His hand don’t even flinch under Dennis’ attempts.
“Whitaker?” a voice comes from the side.
Dennis turns. Doctor Robby is there, backpack on, ready to leave for some much needed rest like Dennis had been. Dennis brings a hand up towards him to try to convey that it’s okay, he has it under control, even when it couldn’t be further from the truth.
“What? Still go shit more important to pay attention to than me?” the man spits out.
Dennis can’t answer because in a second the man has pulled him from the wall and then slammed him against it.
The back of his head explodes with pain as he closes up his eyes and clenches his jaw. He thinks he lets out a grunt of pain, but he is not entirely sure.
When he opens his eyes, there is a hand shoving the man away from him. The sudden pull and then release when the man’s hands slip from his hoodie has him falling to the floor. He looks up to see Robby shoving the man again, away from Dennis, making him almost lose his footing.
Dennis brings up a hand to hold the back of his head where it hurts with a hiss. Doctor Robby is shouting something at the man, his voice angry like he has never heard before, but Dennis is too busy sitting up to focus on what exactly he is saying. His heart is beating fast, too fast, and he is not sure if it’s from the pain, the adrenaline, or seeing Robby defend him so fiercely. Probably a combination of the three.
Doctor Abbot arrives in a hurry and tries to put himself between the man and Robby, trying to get the situation under control. Of course he had to be here too, as if it was not humiliating enough to have Robby see him like this, to need him to deal with a patient, he needed Abbot’s intervention too. Dennis had to get assaulted when both attendings were at the hospital, and both had to come out at this time.
A Part of him is thankful that it’s them.
“Hey, kid, hey,” Dr. Abbot is calling out. Dennis is pressing on the back of his head, praying that what he is feeling on his hand is not blood. “Whitaker!”
Oh, he is talking to him. Dennis looks up, his eyes finding Abbot’s.
“Are you okay?” the doctor asks.
“Yeah, yeah, just-“ Dennis takes his hand off his head and looks down to it. Fuck. It is blood. What do they make these walls of?
Dennis looks back up just in time to see Abbot’s fist connect with the man’s jaw.
I don’t think we give Robby enough credit for how goofy he is. When he’s not having a PTSD induced breakdown and contemplating his worth he is sneaking around DODGING and WEAVING Gloria, stirring up the nurses to distract her and performing a little dance to stop Collins from looking at the rats. That’s is SILLY MAN
About that Hucklerabbot idea where Dennis finds Rabbot's sacred spot on the roof, here is a little snippet:
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'What did you do?! What happened? Did someone attack you? Where is the motherfucker?' Confusion ran through Jack as he tried to piece together an impossible puzzle of what had occurred here before he arrived.
Dennis was still frozen in time, shaking where he stood but unable to move a finger, to even move his mouth to form the words he desperately wanted to say. 'Uh—I mh, I didn't — I just. It hurts?' He spoke quietly as if he were confused about his own words. He took sharp desperate inhalations that felt empty still.
'It's okay, you're okay. I've got you, boy. I'm here.' Jack assured, without moving too fast as to not scare him, he carefully kicked the scalpel further away, out of reach. He tore off a piece of his pants over the leg that wouldn't be cold if it was missing anyway and tied it around his arm, tight. Stopping the bleeding.
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