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the custodian and the doctor - jack abbot x reader

synopsis: After months of job searching, you clicked on a position for an overnight custodial position in the Emergency Room at the Pittsburgh Medical Treatment Center. It paid more than any other job that you had seen thus far and it came with a retirement plan.

chapter 1: the roof chapter 2: the ride

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The Custodian and The Doctor

chapter 1: the roof.

chapter two: the ride - All you wanted to do was go home after the world's longest shift and your bus had left you in the dust. Jack comes to help you out.

There was always the same overwhelming sounds and smells that you always had when you entered back into the ER.

Bright fluorescent lights. You could feel the sizzle of the lights in the back of your brain.

The tapping of keys.

The plastic smell of nitrile gloves.

Hand sanitizer.

The odd combination of clean and dirty. Nothing felt all the way clean here.

All you had to do was get through the last 30 minutes of your shift.

"Are you okay?" Amy said as she was tying the trash bag up. It felt like you could see through the bag to see the torn up shirts and bloody wipes.

You swallowed bile in your throat, "I am. Thanks for finishing that room for me. I'm sorry for freaking out and leaving that for you to finish up for me."

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The Custodian and The Doctor

Chapter 1: The Roof

You had always wanted to be a librarian. You loved the library, books and loved working with children. It didn't seem like the universe wanted you to be a children's librarian.

The only way for you to get a well-paying job at a library was to get your Masters in Library Science.

In school, your family thought that the program consisted of learning how to shelve books, learn the best programs for Mommy and Me time, and how to stop children from shrieking in the space.

In reality, the program included you listening to professors drone on and on about the Dewey Decimal System and having to write 500 papers a week about the history of libraries.

You could only write so much about the Library of Alexandria.

Well. You completed your program, graduated, and desperately needed a job.

No one told you how hard it would be to get a job after graduate school.

Your professors did kind of tell you and your cohort how hard it would be to get a job. They blamed it on the industry and how it's highly competitive.

You think that the Boomer librarians just refused to retire. They were going to just be buried at the library in the Danielle Steele and James Patterson sections.

You constantly thought that maybe people who went into medicine, engineering, or hell even architecture had an easier time finding a job.

It felt like you like you had applied to every single library in Pittsburgh. Multiple interviews, multiple ill-fitting blouses, and printed resumes couldn't help you to find a job.

You had searched for weeks on Indeed and even Craigslist (every waitress job on there seemed like code word for serving something different but no judgment there). You needed something to pay the bills fully and would give you good enough health insurance to at least see a doctor once a year.

After months of job searching, you clicked on a position for an overnight custodial position in the Emergency Room at the Pittsburgh Medical Treatment Center. It paid more than any other job that you had seen thus far and it came with a retirement plan. You had only been to the Pitt when you were in college. Your stupid best friend spraining her ankle on $1 cherry bombs and $2 well drinks at Dusty's.

The interview from the head of custodial who was a barely five foot Hispanic woman named Mimi. Her real name was Marisol but no one ever called her that. You only had found out because someone warned you to never utter it unless you wanted to have to clean MRSA rooms for the next week.)

Her two interview questions would have been comical if you didn’t need a job so bad. (maybe you should have focused more on the questions to understand what she was asking) if you hadn’t had to focus on the intensity of her gaze.

“Do you have a weak stomach?”

“No. I haven’t thrown up since the sixth grade and I have lived in Pittsburgh my whole life so I know terrible smells.”

“How would you respond to a doctor telling that you’re not moving fast enough to clean up a room?”

“I’m not Cinderella so they can grab a couple of wipes to wipe some things down too.”

“You’ll do just fine here, mija”, said Mimi while smiling.

You have been scrubbing, wiping, and trying to understand what the hell you had gotten yourself into at The Pitt for about 6 months. No one in your life could believe that you willing would want to work cleaning up the ER. Everyone thought that you would have run out of the hospital as soon as you had to clean up vomit. Vomit didn't faze you at all at this point. (Your one no-no was spit. Spit was disgusting.)

You had seen plenty of crazy shit and nothing really fazed you anymore.

People covered in mystery liquid that wasn’t pee, vomit, poop, or blood. You have come to the conclusion that those people had wanted to see if they could swim in the local swimming holes aka city pot holes.

A group of sorority girls who all peeled the skin of their arms in the same place because they fell off of a roof while reenacting Mamma Mia?

Frequent fliers who really didn’t need the ER but liked the flavor of the free crackers?

To be honest, it was only corner store Joe who came in for that. You had even started to become his dealer by stashing extra packs for him in your fanny pack so he wouldn’t have to come to the ER every single day.

Today was your Friday and you were so excited to finally be able to rot on your couch and watch 90 day fiance. As you walked in, you noticed that the ER lobby was fairly empty for a Friday which could either be heaven sent or an omen.

"Hey you! It has been pretty slow today so I hope it stays slow for you night owls," said Kiara, one of the intake coordinators.

"I'm hoping that it stays sane for the rest of the night," you said.

The weirdly comforting smell of the medical grade cleaner that could strip paint off of your car hit and old coffee hit your nostrils.

Of course, you saw Shenny aka Dr. John Shen. He was one of the most annoying and wonderful people you had ever met. You would never tell him that in your life.

Your dysfunctional relationship started with the infamous Dunkin incident that forced everyone to have to put their drinks on the designated coffee table.

Mimi was directing you on how to never mix the bleach and hydrogen peroxide cleaners together by the main desk in the ER. She had watched staff over time thinking that they're cleaning "smartly" by making some type of cleaning bomb.

As she was telling you about the different colors of the cleaners and how to use them correctly, you watched Dr. Shen come in. He was carrying four dozen donuts and a tray of drinks from Dunkin'.

"Good evening my sun shines! Here's the report for the day! It is a full moon, the lobby is packed, and I saw at least five people with the good ole Tupperware bowl as a puke bucket. So, we will all need a treat to get us through the night," said Shen.

You watched him set down the coffee down just fine. His downfall was the donuts. It all happened in slow motion. As he was setting down the donuts, the bottom of the box caught on the tray and he knocked all of drinks over on the desk. It seemed like every single piece of paper, keyboard, and set of keys was covered in sticky coffee.

You turned to him to look at him and said, "I'm new here and you're already forcing me to clean up after you. I hope you know that you will owe me a Dunkin' coffee after this."

"Deal, newbie," said Shen.

You walked over to one of your (you would never tell him that) favorite doctors, Shen, with his order from Dunkin.

"Here you are, sir. Your ridiculous order of a large iced coffee with eight pumps of sugar free hazelnut, four pumps of sugar free vanilla, cold foam, and half half," you said.

"You're a life saver. I wouldn't be able to make it through this shift without my sweet treat," said Shen.

"You would be able to make it but you wouldn't be nice," you said while sitting down your backpack behind the desk.

"That is very true. You should go grab your stuff before our fearless leader comes for our nightly meeting," said Shen.

"Yes Shenny! Please make sure that you don't let Dr. Ellis with your coffee at the desk," you said.

As you were walking back to grab your cleaning supplies (you really needed to grab the wipes that you liked with the top you could take off easily. you hated tearing the wipes through the stupid little hole) to make it through the night, you started to think about the night shift's fearless leader.

Dr. Jack Abbot.

Dr. Abbott was known at The Pitt as a doctor who took no shit and you had seen it in action. He didn't let any patient disrespect his staff, always thanked the staff for their work, and was the only one who could call Mimi by her first name.

He was also known to you as the hottest doctor ever but that was besides the point.

You thought that he would ignore the custodial staff as some as the other doctors did during their shift. You were pretty sure they saw you as maids for them to do their fancy doctor stuff. He made sure that you and your other coworker were included in the team meeting from your first day.

"Hey, come on! You're going to be late and I don't want to hear Abbot's mouth," said Shen.

When you walked up to the circle that had been formed, you glanced over to your coworker, Amy, and waved. She was your favorite person other than Shen at work.

Amy was one of the nicest people you had ever met and made some of the best banana bread that you had ever tasted. She also knew how to fold a perfect hotel corner so she was pretty much God to you.

"Good evening, everyone. It is a steamy 79 degrees outside with perfect weather. Unfortunately, that means every frat bro in Pittsburgh will decide to either jump off of their patio onto a beer pong table or singe their face off trying to grill a hot dog," said Abbot.

Everyone including you laughed at that. How many people had you all seen at this point that had singed off their eyebrows trying to create the biggest flames known to man?

" That's all for us. We are going to have the best night that we can. On one, weirdest and wildest! One!" said Abbot.

"Weirdest and wildest!" said everyone.

You turned to Amy after the chant and said, "How many people are going to have no eyebrows tonight?"

"There will be at minimum five people who won't have eyebrows tonight. We will what the night holds for us," Amy said while giggling.

Eight hours go by with wiping surfaces, changing bed sheets, mopping up liquids, and trying to figure out how Amy got her sheets to fold so nicely. And, you had to yell at Shen to at least try to make his gloves get into the trash can.

At 8:15pm, you hear the one code that you haven't heard at all from Dr. Ellis.

Pink.

Code pink is known as a pediatric emergency.

You watched Dr. Shen, Dr. Ellis, and Dr. Abbot run over to bay number one while a medic pushed in three separate gurneys. Two of them held toddlers and one of them with a woman that you assumed had to be their mother. They all were covered in blood.

"It was a fucking domestic violence situation. The asshole got mad at the mom for feeding the kids and herself first before him. A neighbor heard the noise and called the cops. We tried our best but I- I don't know…" said the medic sadly.

"Look, you tried your best. We can take it from here and see if there's anything that we can do to help them," said Dr. Ellis.

As they wheeled the gurney past you into surgical room #3, you noticed the kids were both barely breathing. You sucked in a breath and focused on sweeping up the confetti from a bachelorette group.

Thirty minutes went by and it felt like you had wiped down each computer four hundred times.

Amy tapped your shoulder and said, "I think they're ready for us to clean up in there."

You turned around and started to walk towards the room. You saw that the three doctors were talking to each other softly with Ellis rubbing Shen's shoulders.

As you opened the door, the overwhelming smell of iron hit your nose. The beds and the floor were covered in blood. As you were putting your gloves on, you started to notice the details in the room. Someone must have tried to grab one of the boxes of gloves and it was thrown to the ground. There were multiple pair of scissors spread across the floor.

You bent down to pick the first pair of scissors up and noticed something. There was one of the kid's shirts cut up that was soaked in blood. You could see that the shirt had Elsa's face on it.

Elsa was your niece's favorite princess. What if she had been hurt like these kids had been? Would her blood be covering an emergency room's floor?

The room started to feel smaller and you could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate.

"Amy. Amy. I need to step out for a minute," you said as bile started to rise in your throat.

You ran to the staircase and climbed five flights of stairs to get to the roof.

Fuck.

You needed some fresh air now or you were going to throw up.

You threw the door open to the roof and sucked in a huge breath of air. You needed to focus on something else other than thinking about those kids and how it could be your niece. You stepped closer to the edge and looked out at the city as the sun started to come up. As you started to close your eyes, you heard someone approach.

"This is a beautiful spot to see the sunrise," said Jack.

"Dr. Abbot! I- I'm sorry if I'm stealing your quiet roof time. I just needed a minute."

"I don't own this roof. You can come here anytime you want. I wanted to come check in and make sure you're okay," he said while walking up to stand next to you. "I grabbed these for you. It will help you calm your stomach. Also, call me Jack."

As he handed you a zero sugar Sprite and crackers, his fingers brushed over yours. You felt a spark on your hands and quickly took a drink of your soda.

You knew rationally that Sprite would help settle your stomach better than a Coke would but how did he know that this was one of your drinks. You couldn't help yourself to ask him.

"How did you realize that Sprite was one of my favorite drinks?"

"You don't think I notice you getting Sprites from Corner Store Joe every week? He has to get you something after all of the extra crackers you supply," laughed Jack.

You couldn't believe that he noticed you hoarding crackers for Joe and that Joe started to buy Sprites for you.

"What if he's just a really nice patient and appreciates how I fold his bed sheets up nicely?"

"Right, right. You're the only person that he's nice to here. Shen has tried for years to butter up to him. I have at least tried to be decent to him. If I brought him a single cracker pack, he would crush it up in his hands and throw it on the ground," said Jack.

You laughed gently at Jack and turned back to the sun rise over the river sipping on your soda. A few moments of silence went by before Jack spoke again.

"The first time I had to come to the roof was a few years ago. It had been a long day and in the last hour of my shift, we got a group of five teenagers in multiple ambulances. They had been out on the Clarion River and they had gotten stuck in a rip tide," said Jack softly.

"One of their friends had gotten pulled under and the rest of them tried to save him. When they came into the hospital, none of them had been responsive to any of the treatment. We tried for 30 minutes to get the water out of their lungs and get them to breathe."

You could feel the tension rolling off of Jack. It had no where else to go but outside of him.

"We couldn't save them. None of them. You think that would have been what pushed me over the edge? No, it was realizing that none of these kids would ever grow up. They would never graduate high school, date, have a drink at a bar, or anything," said Jack.

You finally looked at him and saw that his eyes were fixed on the sun rise.

"The rest of the hospital was too loud for me. I could hear everything and nothing. The only place I could think of was the roof. I sat here, watched the sun come up, and got to catch my breath," said Jack.

He looked at you out of the corner of his eyes.

"You can come up here any time to catch your breath," said Jack.

You took a deep breath in through your nose and slowly exhaled through your mouth.

"Thank you. I really appreciate that," you said with a shaky voice, "I think we better get back down there before Shen burns down the place.

Jack nodded at you and said, "You're right, please lead the way."

As you turned and walked towards the door, you swore you could feel Jack's eyes on you.

Jack noticed everything.

He couldn't help it. After years serving in the military and having to pay attention to his surroundings, he couldn't turn it off in the hospital setting. He kept track of everything that happened on his shift.

Marisol had let him know that she would have a new custodial staff member starting today due to one of the women retiring after 35 years at the hospital.

"Hola, mijo! Here is my new girl!" said Mimi.

"Hola, como estás, Marisol?"

"Bien y you know to call me Mimi. Marisol is for old ladies, medico" said Mimi while laughing, "This is my new girl and you have to be nice to her."

"I'm always nice to everyone except Dr. Shen. My name is Jack Abbot but call me Jack."

You smiled at him and stuck your hand out, "Nice to meet you, Dr. Abbot."

He looked at you and shook your hand. He immediately thought about the softness of your hands.

"Call me Jack."

You smiled at him, leaned in a little towards him and mouthed the word no.

He knew that he was fucked.

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