Summary: When there's a car accident at the Pittsburgh Pride Parade, Trinity wasn't expecting her girlfriend to make an appearance at her job.
Medical Inaccuracies, Angst, Fluff. Injured Reader. Platonic! Besties Whitsantos
The emergency department was busy, the halls chattered with noise, beeping, the electronic hum, and the sound of shoes against the floor. It was an unrelenting and unpredictable place to be. Today was like no other, though she handled each patient promptly, bouncing between tasks. There had already been one man in rainbow-printed overalls who had his friends bring him in, for alcohol poisoning. It was quite amusing, since Pride Month had only just begun that week. Trinity remembered the parade was today and pulled out her phone to shoot you a quick text.
Have fun today. Be safe.
Y/N had liked the message almost instantaneously, which made Trinity smile slightly. Y/N then promptly sends a selfie of herself smiling big and posing with her friends. This made the smile grow slightly bigger, before she caught herself smiling at her phone at work like a dork- she tucked her phone back into her pocket- and perfect timing too. She had been whisked away onto the next task and onto the next patient. It seemed to never end.
The next few hours were a rush, and it seemed to get busier when an accident was called in. She readied herself for the rush- the exhausting and tedious job that she loved to do so much. Trinity overheard the details as Dana explained the situation to Robby. "Elderly driver had a seizure while driving, only a handful injured, ambulances will be rolling in any minute," she says.
"Hopefully no one's hurt too bad," Dennis says, appearing by Trinity. She was startled, but kept her composure. "What a fun way to announce your presence," she teases. "Don't scare me like that, Huckleberry, Jesus." She laughs. "Not my fault, your mind is somewhere else lately," he pressed. Playful teasing is ever-present with her roommate. "Ha. "ha." Ha," she said in a stark, sarcastic tone, punching him in the arm. "Looks like it's go time."
The automatic doors to the ED opened quickly, and the EMTs began rushing in. Trinity was there, quickly, rushing by the patient's side. She guessed it was the driver, an elderly woman with curly white hair and a bloody nose. The EMTs had explained the situation, giving all the vital information, mental status, and current injuries. This case would be interesting to say the least. Trinity stayed one step ahead, her quick-witted thinking aiding her through care. She'd need to know the cause of the seizures; possibly, something neurological other than old age was at play. She ran down the list and did what she does best- saving people. Even if she wouldn't admit it.
While she was busy with the patient, some time had passed, and when she had stabilized the woman and discarded her gloves, she exited the room. She felt like a deer surrounded by hunters. Everyone seemed to be whispering about her behind her back all at once- though it was an unrealistic anxiety to have. Dennis was standing by Dana and Robby, who immediately approached her with caution- that forcibly relaxed body language he only used when he would have to tell a patient's family bad news. She felt like shaking, running away, but she instead promptly allowed Robby to approach her.
"Dr. Santos, let's chat privately," he said, ushering her towards the hall. The prying eyes seemed to follow her. Her heart sank in her chest, and she prepared for a bullet wound she'd never recover from. If you prepare for the worst, then anything else isn't so bad. She locked eyes desperately with Dennis, as if to say, "What the Fuck?" but he held his head low and avoided her eyes.
She folded her arms in front of the attending, and Robby began with a sharp exhale. "Listen," he says gently. "It's come to my attention that someone... close. To you, has been hurt in the accident." Trinity shook her head as if in disbelief, and then it clicked. The way he says Y/N's name is haunting. Trinity's worst fear has come true. "I wanted to tell you so you didn't panic when you walked past the OR," he says quickly. "Let's be professional about this- if you need to take a walk, then we can manage without you," he offers.
"What are you talking about?" she says in a flat tone. "Is she okay?" Her voice falters, tears are welling in her eyes- but she chokes them back. "Robby, is she okay?!" She demands again, louder. Robby's head is low. "She has several broken bones, and she's likely concussed; we don't know how bad. We'll have to wait and monitor recovery."
Trinity shook her head. "Why didn't you tell me?" she said, exasperated. "That's my fucking girlfriend," she busts through the doors back into the ED, back through the hall. Her body carries her to the OR- the one that had been busy the entire time she'd been with the patient. She should have listened to her intuition, but Y/N was more important.
She stands outside, watching the skilled hands working over your battered body, lying there looking so lifeless. She's so shaken she's frozen in place, her feet unable to carry her in or out, or really anywhere. Her world stops, and she swore her heartbeat stopped too.
Before she can react, shout, scream, or cry, Dana's soft hands are on her arms, "Come on, hun, all we can do is wait." She didn't know why she listened to her, but she felt everything stop seeing her like that.
. . .
Many, many hours later, and well past her shift, Trinity wakes up by your bedside, barely remembering the blur of that evening. The rest of her shift melted, a rush of worry and fear with every move. She had hoped it was some nightmare she'd shake off. Her reality is grounded when she sees you, safe, okay. She instinctively checks the machine to monitor your heartbeat; it's steady, you're alive. The room is dimly lit, and she brushes her hair from her face, sitting up. It's night shift territory now.
She checks her phone, a text from Dennis offering to bring some clothes from home and something to eat, knowing she'd be so worked up over Y/N she wouldn't have any interest in food. It was a kind gesture. She sighed, sliding her phone back into her pocket. Her attention is brought to Y/N's gentle twitching. She waits there, patiently for Y/N to move again, for her to be alright. Trinity was terrified.
Y/N's head rested gently to the side as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Trinity pulled herself closer, cradling Y/N's face in her hands. She smiles and cracks up a nervous laugh. "Hey, Hey," she says gently. It takes her a while before she speaks, her voice hoarse and weak. "Hi," is all she mutters, and it is enough to make Trinity cry. "I'm sorry I stood you up." Y/N utters in a low rumble. That date that never happened. "Oh my god," Trinity chuckles with a bright smile, wiping her tears away. "You really fucking scared me," Trinity says.
"You are never going anywhere without me ever again," Trinity scolded, talking herself away from the rush of worry that pained her moments ago. "I thought I lost you," she says, it's soft and vulnerable. The words linger in the air. Trinity whispers now. "I love you, and I don't think I could live without you." she admits.
Y/N gently squeezes her hand with the arm that isn't injured. Her leg is in a cast, her head is pounding, she's terrified and aching, but Trinity's presence is enough to calm her and distract her from the pain. "I love you, Trin," Y/N said back gently. "Happy Pride month- now can you please get me something for the pain?" Y/N says, Trinity is quick to her feet. "Of course- I'll be right back." She says, exiting the room and closing the door gently behind her.
When she leaves the room, she realizes the curtain was open, and her colleagues just saw her in a very intimate moment. Jack Abbot stands there, his arms crossed, next to Dennis, who has just arrived with a coffee for Trinity. Shen turns around to his work station, sipping his iced coffee as if nothing had happened.
"What?" Trinity barks at the audience. "So the Tin Man finally has a heart." Jack teases, but his old-timey reference falls on deaf ears. "Very funny." Trinity barks. "She needs something for the pain," she orders. Shen hops on the request quickly, fearfully.
the new nurse in the pitt has caught jacks attention. by @beccasdoll
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
by @/butyoudidthis4what â
No Man's Land
No Man's Land PT 2
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
@/belleeebelleee â
safe, because he is
you give jack's phone number to another man
''you're a problem'
"J" tattoo
clumsy reader
your apartment floods and now jack is your new roomate
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
by @richeeduvie â
daddy hugs and loves
papa bear jack is nearly at his worst when you end up being followed home with your daughter...
just read your jack abbot fic âyearsâ literally crying, screaming, throwing up, it was so so good !!!
please please please if your thinking of doing a part 2, i need jack to be a groveling, pining â, jealous mess, i need a genuine apology from him and him basically on his knees begging for a second change đđđđœ
đTags/Warningsđ: hurt/comfort, fluff, Yearning!Jack Abbot, âjust friendsâ ( but so much more.. ), ( brief ) Jealous!Jack Abbot
đPlotđ: Y/N is slowly getting used to Jack being back in her life. For good this time, as heâs promised. But itâs been months.. And Jack really wants more..
đCharactersđ: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
đTitleđ: Months
đA/Nđ: This is a part two to âYearsâ. I really hope you guys like it lol
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
Masterlist
âStop thatâŠâ
The warning leaves her mouth without her even having to look up.
Y/N felt exhausted, and she could feel the sweat dripping down her body as she pushed the discarded stretcher elsewhere.
She definitely wasnât in an appealing state, yet Jack Abbot stared at her with pure adoration clear as day in his eyes.
âStop what?â He asks quietly, watching her work with the same affectionate expression heâd have anytime he watched her before.
Before it all happened..
âWe are friends, Dr. AbbotâŠâ She playfully reminds as she goes to walk past him.
âWe are friends.â He agrees. âWhat? Friends canât look at friends?â He asks, humor in his eyes as he follows her down the hallway.
The feel of the ED was⊠Sore still. Raw. They had just finished treating a WAVE of incoming patients, all because of some tainted chili that had been served at a local street fair happening a few blocks over.
Letâs just say, Y/N was perfectly fine going vegan for the time being..
âNot like that..â Y/N comments back as she works to strip off her gear, discarding it in the hazard bin at the end of the hallway.
âSo let me get this straight. I canât.. Call you at a certain time of night, canât take you out for a meal or a drink, and now.. I canât look at you.â Jack lists, humor in his eyes.
Y/N turns to face him fully now, hair getting in her face as she looks up at him.
And how close heâs standing..
âExactly. To all of that.â She states simply. She was happy to have Jack back in her life. After years apart, after all the complications of love, she realized before Jack Abbot was her boyfriend.. He was her friend. Her best friend.
The dorky guy who she met her first week of med school because he had fallen on her blanket while playing football in the courtyard of the campus.
She realized she missed the moments where they were just friends, hanging out and studying together. Quizzing each other with the reward for getting the answers correct being gummy worms from the library vending machine.
And she had him back.
But she knew how easy it had been to fall in love with him the first time around. And how it ended. She couldnât handle that again..
âWell what if I have to look at you for a certain reason?â Jack challenges, humor in his eyes as he fixes her hair for her, tucking it behind her ear. She eyes him before backing away, turning to continue down the hallway.
âLike what?â She asks finally, heading to her desk with him following close behind. Jack had gotten used to yet again walking somewhat behind Y/N.
He always did love being led by her..
âLike⊠I have an illness and if I ever stop looking at you, I could die. I still canât look at you?â Jack asks as Y/N turns to face him when she gets to her desk.
âLike the minute you look away from me, youâll die?â Y/N asks to clarify as he looks her right in the eyes, hands behind his back.
âThe minute I look away..â He says softly with a certain nod, voice tender for only them to hear. Y/N looks away to stop the flutter in her heart.
âWell, it was nice knowing you.â Y/N states sarcastically and Jack grabs for his chest.
âThat hurt. That really hurt.â He says deadpan as Y/N bites back a laugh.
âI think Iâm owed an apology.â He continues. âSo.. Iâll pick you up at 7pm tomorrow. Okay? Okay.â He nods as he quickly tries to turn and walk away so she could feel bond to the agreement. Y/N swats lightly at his arm though.
âFat chance.â She states as he smirks.
âThatâs what you said last time..â He teases quietly without thinking. Y/N watches him softly. She canât help it most times.
âDonât you have work to do?â She finally asks just as Robby walks over.
âYup. Heâs gotta head to the roof. Incoming patient. 12 minutes out. I need you with Whitaker..â Robby announces. Jack sighs at that, but then turns back to Y/N.
âThis isnât the end of our conversation.â He states softly as she rolls her eyes playfully at him. He walks off, leaving Robby alone with her.
âI can handle Jack..â She snorts softly as she sits in her chair with a heavy sigh.
âOh, I know. Thatâs what Iâm trying to avoid..â Robby jokes. Y/N raises an eyebrow at Robby. âLook. You and Jack.. Youâre like.. The stars and the moon, fire and wood, Johnny and June Cash.â Robby lists.
âWay to show your age with that one..â Y/N jokes.
âYou two will always make sense..â Robby continues, ignoring her comment obviously. âBut.. I canât lose my best doctor if this fails.â He states.
âRobbyâŠâ Y/N shakes her head. âIâve had a long day. Jack is the last thing on my mind..â She says, lying through her teeth like its second nature. Robby eyes her closely, nodding politely.
âHow about a drink then. Tomorrow night? Youâve got off, right?â He offers. Y/N sighs deeply at that.
Neither realize Jack is still watching from his spot at the nurseâs station, completely ignoring Dana as she tries telling him more about the incoming patient..
âFree drinks sound like a dream. But I think Iâm better off at home. Plus, itâs gonna rain tomorrow..â She scrunches her nose. Robby laughs softly. Joy walks over at that moment to get signatures from both doctors on an infected nose piercing case.
âCome on. Iâll throw in free food too..â Robby jokes as he watches Y/N sign.
âMm⊠Free drinks and free food? You drive a hard bargain..â Y/N giggles a bit. Joy eyes both before walking away.
âThe answerâs still no though.â Y/N says simply. Robby nods at that, backing off.
âAy! Black cat!â Jack whispers as he follows after Joy. She smirks over at him.
âWhatâs up, toy solider? Iâm a busy woman..â Joy taunts casually as the two begin walking in pace with each other.
âWhatâs happening with Y/N and Robby?â He asks.
âOh no. My spying days for you are over. Last time I gave you the scoop on a brewing romance, Garcia almost jumped down my throat..â She snorts.
âHow was I supposed to know they were hiding it? Plus! Not my fault Emma blabbed to Princess..â Jack begins defending himself yet again before pausing. âWait. Brewing romance?â He asks, stopping in his tracks. Joy notices almost instantly, turning to face the older man.
âOh yeah. Robby asked her out for drinks. Tomorrow night. I think she agreed..â Joy shrugs. âGuess your little âlong-gameâ plan didnât work. Shouldâve listened to me when you had the chance..â She reminds softly as Jack stays quiet.
No. Robby cared for Y/N, sure, but.. He wouldnât try and take a shot at her. Not with all the history he knew of. That he had a front row seat at witnessingâŠ
Jack feels the panic flash through his body, making his fingers tingle.
He was losing Y/N all over againâŠ
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Y/N was about to spend her Saturday night doing the three big âBâs.
Bath. Book. Bed.
And she couldnât wait.
It had been in the 90s all week, but tonight, thereâd be a thunderstorm as a reward, and Y/N had timed it perfectly to be soaking in the bath as it started.
It was now 7pm, and Y/N was in the midst of mixing ingredients into a bowl for a facial care mask sheâd seen online when her doorbell rings. Blinking in confusion, she walks over to the door and opens it, freezing as she sees Jack standing there, outside her townhouse door, in the pouring rain..
âOh my god. Jack, what are you-â He cuts her off.
âDonât go out with him, Snoop..â He says bluntly, talking over the rain. Y/N blinks a bit, stunned by all of this.
âWhat are you.. What are you talking about? Youâre gonna get sick! Come inside!â She fusses.
âIf I come inside.. Iâm gonna kiss you.â Jack says simply. Y/N pauses at that.
âWha-â He cuts her off again.
âY/N. If I come inside⊠Iâm gonna grab you, and Iâm gonna kiss you. And Iâm gonna take you to your room⊠And Iâm going to show you.. How badly Iâve missed you all these years.â He says in the same calm and matter of fact tone that makes her shiver slightly. She tells herself it from the chilly air hitting her..
âAnd I will never let you go again. Ever.â He continues quietly.
âWeâŠâ Her voice breaks slightly. What the hell is she supposed to say to that?! âJack. Weâre just friends-â Jack shakes his head at that.
âWeâre not. Iâm not..â Jack states as she looks up at him, biting her bottom lip. âIâll tell you what Iâve been.â He says. âIâve been a kid in love. Iâve been an idiot in denial. Iâve been half a man to you. And Iâll tell you what I am now. Iâm ready. Iâm worthy. Iâm the man you fucking deserve, Y/N. And I want you. Bad.â He states as she watches him, unable to look away.
âDonât.. Fucking please donât go out with him..â He whispers.
âWho?!â She squeaks, still reeling from all of this.
âRobby!â Jack says.
âIâm not going out with Robby! H-How⊠Who even told you that?!â She asks.
Jack takes a deep breath as he watches her in awe. âYou arenât? You said no?â He asks.
âNo?! To.. Drinks?! Yeah, I-I did, but it wasnât a date! It was⊠He wanted to take me out as a friend!â Y/N fusses.
âRobby?!â She continues before he can speak. âOut of all the people you think Iâd try and be with, youâre scared of Robby taking his chances with me?!â She asks in disbelief.
âIâm scared of any man taking a chance with you, Y/N!â Jack says bluntly. âAnd I wanted to play things safe, and I wanted to wait, and.. Play the âlong-gameâ, but fuck the long game if it means losing you.â He states.
âSo Iâm here. Now. And Iâm telling you that if you have me come inside⊠Iâm not leaving till tomorrow morning when I walk down the street to get you a cup of coffee at your favorite deli..â He promises shamelessly.
âJack, we.. We arenât young anymore to be doing this. We.. Work together. If this fails-â He cuts her off.
âIâll leave the Pitt.â He says simply, mind already made up. Y/N stammers for a good second before shaking off the shock.
âDonât⊠Donât say that..â She mutters.
âThis is how I shouldâve acted the day you left, Y/N. 24 years ago, I pushed you until you gave up on me. On us. And I didnât.. I didnât stop you. I let you walk out. I let you down.â He says quietly.
âAnd Iâm here now, and.. I donât think itâs too lateâŠâ He confesses. âI-I think I can still be the man you need, Snoop.â He whispers desperately, and it makes her eyes well a bit at how eager he sounds to prove himself.
âJust.. Just tell me to come in, baby..â He finally whispers. âLet me show you..â He breathes out.
Y/N is silent for a moment, still in disbelief. She slowly shakes her head. âI canât, Jack. I canât risk.. Losing you again..â She mutters. Jack presses his lips together as he looks down for a moment, racking his brain.
This couldnât be how it all endsâŠ
Without a second thought, he gets on his knees right in front of her door. âWhat.. What are you doing?â Y/N asks in confusion as she watches.
âIâm not leaving..â He says softly. âYouâre not losing me..â He mutters, determined.
âJack. Get up.â Y/N tries softly, shaking her head. She didnât want him hurting himself like this..
He stays on his knees though.
Head down and hands folded behind his back.
He shakes his head. âYou go, you come back, it wonât matter. Because Iâll still be here.â He says certainly. âUntil you tell me I can come inâŠâ He states, rolling his shoulders to prepare fully.
Y/N shakes her head slightly. âYouâve officially lost your mind, JackâŠâ She notes quietly.
âLost it the day I let you go. Iâm not getting up..â His voice is soft and slightly gruff. âYou tell me..â He looks up at her. âYou tell me when itâs time to come in..â He whispers.
Y/N blinks a bit, still astonished. She doesnât know if itâs towards Jack for this big gesture thatâs only ever been in the books she reads, or the fact that she could feel an excited flutter in her stomach from how he looked up at her.
With those dark brown eyes that never agedâŠ
âGood night, Jack..â She settles on finally before slowly shutting the front door. She backs away and listens. She waits. Waits with held breath to hear him get up. To hear him leave.
He doesnât.
She does.
Walking back to the kitchen, she tries to focus on the mask, but even as she mixes it, she wonders.. Is he still there? Did he give up?
With the mask mixture complete, Y/N checks the clock hanging in her kitchen. 15 minutes have passed. She shakes off the feeling and decides to focus on the mask, applying it and then grabbing a drink for herself.
When the timer goes off, she wipes her face and checks the clock again. She canât help it. She feels a jolt of nervousness hit the pit of her stomach when she sees another 15 minutes had passed..
Biting her bottom lip hard, she slowly approaches the door, not knowing what she wanted more. Because if he was still there⊠Sheâd feel guilty. But if he had left.. Sheâd feel.. Disappointed? Either way, she didnât have a clue what she truly wanted to see on the other side of that peephole.
Stretching up a bit, she peeks through and gasps softly.
Still there. Same position. Jack AbbotâŠ
She can feel her heart pounding in her ears as she backs away from the door, gripping at her long sleeves in order to keep them at her side. âHeâs still thereâŠâ She breathes out to herself as she stares at the door for only a second longer before she finally opens it.
Jack is soaked to the bone now.
The rain had drenched him, and yet he looks up at Y/N with a small smile that held no regret. âCan I come inside..?â He breathes out after a moment of them just staring each other.
âI wonât lose you?â Y/N finally asks over the rain as she watches him with some hesitation in her eyes, but itâs a small blotch compared to the oasis of adoration he could see from his spot on the ground.
âNever again.â He whispers. âY/N I am so sorry. Iâm so sorry I couldnât love you like this back then. But⊠Baby, Iâm gonna love you with everything in me now..â He states as he shakes his head to show heâs more than ready.
âSwear to god?â Y/N mutters.
âSnoop. I swear to youâŠâ Jack whispers, emphasizing that one word. As if she was way more important. It makes her heart skip a beat.
âJack. You can come insideâŠâ She finally whispers and she has never seen a man move so fast.
Jack gets up quickly, hands already going for her waist as he picks her up. She yelps in surprise at how cold and wet he is, but his lips catch hers before she can bring herself to comment on it. Arms go around his neck as she melts against him instantly. His leg kicks the front door closed as they make out passionately.
Her lungs burned, but her heart raced with an excitement that could only be described as a euphoric high at finally feeling his lips again for the first time in.. So, so long..
Pulling away, Jack speaks between heavy pants. âNowâŠâ He swallows a bit. âWhere the hell is that bedroom?â He mumbles as she giggles against his lips that were already going in for round twoâŠ
just read your jack abbot fic âyearsâ literally crying, screaming, throwing up, it was so so good !!!
please please please if your thinking of doing a part 2, i need jack to be a groveling, pining â, jealous mess, i need a genuine apology from him and him basically on his knees begging for a second change đđđđœ
đTags/Warningsđ: hurt/comfort, fluff, Yearning!Jack Abbot, âjust friendsâ ( but so much more.. ), ( brief ) Jealous!Jack Abbot
đPlotđ: Y/N is slowly getting used to Jack being back in her life. For good this time, as heâs promised. But itâs been months.. And Jack really wants more..
đCharactersđ: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
đTitleđ: Months
đA/Nđ: This is a part two to âYearsâ. I really hope you guys like it lol
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
Masterlist
âStop thatâŠâ
The warning leaves her mouth without her even having to look up.
Y/N felt exhausted, and she could feel the sweat dripping down her body as she pushed the discarded stretcher elsewhere.
She definitely wasnât in an appealing state, yet Jack Abbot stared at her with pure adoration clear as day in his eyes.
âStop what?â He asks quietly, watching her work with the same affectionate expression heâd have anytime he watched her before.
Before it all happened..
âWe are friends, Dr. AbbotâŠâ She playfully reminds as she goes to walk past him.
âWe are friends.â He agrees. âWhat? Friends canât look at friends?â He asks, humor in his eyes as he follows her down the hallway.
The feel of the ED was⊠Sore still. Raw. They had just finished treating a WAVE of incoming patients, all because of some tainted chili that had been served at a local street fair happening a few blocks over.
Letâs just say, Y/N was perfectly fine going vegan for the time being..
âNot like that..â Y/N comments back as she works to strip off her gear, discarding it in the hazard bin at the end of the hallway.
âSo let me get this straight. I canât.. Call you at a certain time of night, canât take you out for a meal or a drink, and now.. I canât look at you.â Jack lists, humor in his eyes.
Y/N turns to face him fully now, hair getting in her face as she looks up at him.
And how close heâs standing..
âExactly. To all of that.â She states simply. She was happy to have Jack back in her life. After years apart, after all the complications of love, she realized before Jack Abbot was her boyfriend.. He was her friend. Her best friend.
The dorky guy who she met her first week of med school because he had fallen on her blanket while playing football in the courtyard of the campus.
She realized she missed the moments where they were just friends, hanging out and studying together. Quizzing each other with the reward for getting the answers correct being gummy worms from the library vending machine.
And she had him back.
But she knew how easy it had been to fall in love with him the first time around. And how it ended. She couldnât handle that again..
âWell what if I have to look at you for a certain reason?â Jack challenges, humor in his eyes as he fixes her hair for her, tucking it behind her ear. She eyes him before backing away, turning to continue down the hallway.
âLike what?â She asks finally, heading to her desk with him following close behind. Jack had gotten used to yet again walking somewhat behind Y/N.
He always did love being led by her..
âLike⊠I have an illness and if I ever stop looking at you, I could die. I still canât look at you?â Jack asks as Y/N turns to face him when she gets to her desk.
âLike the minute you look away from me, youâll die?â Y/N asks to clarify as he looks her right in the eyes, hands behind his back.
âThe minute I look away..â He says softly with a certain nod, voice tender for only them to hear. Y/N looks away to stop the flutter in her heart.
âWell, it was nice knowing you.â Y/N states sarcastically and Jack grabs for his chest.
âThat hurt. That really hurt.â He says deadpan as Y/N bites back a laugh.
âI think Iâm owed an apology.â He continues. âSo.. Iâll pick you up at 7pm tomorrow. Okay? Okay.â He nods as he quickly tries to turn and walk away so she could feel bond to the agreement. Y/N swats lightly at his arm though.
âFat chance.â She states as he smirks.
âThatâs what you said last time..â He teases quietly without thinking. Y/N watches him softly. She canât help it most times.
âDonât you have work to do?â She finally asks just as Robby walks over.
âYup. Heâs gotta head to the roof. Incoming patient. 12 minutes out. I need you with Whitaker..â Robby announces. Jack sighs at that, but then turns back to Y/N.
âThis isnât the end of our conversation.â He states softly as she rolls her eyes playfully at him. He walks off, leaving Robby alone with her.
âI can handle Jack..â She snorts softly as she sits in her chair with a heavy sigh.
âOh, I know. Thatâs what Iâm trying to avoid..â Robby jokes. Y/N raises an eyebrow at Robby. âLook. You and Jack.. Youâre like.. The stars and the moon, fire and wood, Johnny and June Cash.â Robby lists.
âWay to show your age with that one..â Y/N jokes.
âYou two will always make sense..â Robby continues, ignoring her comment obviously. âBut.. I canât lose my best doctor if this fails.â He states.
âRobbyâŠâ Y/N shakes her head. âIâve had a long day. Jack is the last thing on my mind..â She says, lying through her teeth like its second nature. Robby eyes her closely, nodding politely.
âHow about a drink then. Tomorrow night? Youâve got off, right?â He offers. Y/N sighs deeply at that.
Neither realize Jack is still watching from his spot at the nurseâs station, completely ignoring Dana as she tries telling him more about the incoming patient..
âFree drinks sound like a dream. But I think Iâm better off at home. Plus, itâs gonna rain tomorrow..â She scrunches her nose. Robby laughs softly. Joy walks over at that moment to get signatures from both doctors on an infected nose piercing case.
âCome on. Iâll throw in free food too..â Robby jokes as he watches Y/N sign.
âMm⊠Free drinks and free food? You drive a hard bargain..â Y/N giggles a bit. Joy eyes both before walking away.
âThe answerâs still no though.â Y/N says simply. Robby nods at that, backing off.
âAy! Black cat!â Jack whispers as he follows after Joy. She smirks over at him.
âWhatâs up, toy solider? Iâm a busy woman..â Joy taunts casually as the two begin walking in pace with each other.
âWhatâs happening with Y/N and Robby?â He asks.
âOh no. My spying days for you are over. Last time I gave you the scoop on a brewing romance, Garcia almost jumped down my throat..â She snorts.
âHow was I supposed to know they were hiding it? Plus! Not my fault Emma blabbed to Princess..â Jack begins defending himself yet again before pausing. âWait. Brewing romance?â He asks, stopping in his tracks. Joy notices almost instantly, turning to face the older man.
âOh yeah. Robby asked her out for drinks. Tomorrow night. I think she agreed..â Joy shrugs. âGuess your little âlong-gameâ plan didnât work. Shouldâve listened to me when you had the chance..â She reminds softly as Jack stays quiet.
No. Robby cared for Y/N, sure, but.. He wouldnât try and take a shot at her. Not with all the history he knew of. That he had a front row seat at witnessingâŠ
Jack feels the panic flash through his body, making his fingers tingle.
He was losing Y/N all over againâŠ
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Y/N was about to spend her Saturday night doing the three big âBâs.
Bath. Book. Bed.
And she couldnât wait.
It had been in the 90s all week, but tonight, thereâd be a thunderstorm as a reward, and Y/N had timed it perfectly to be soaking in the bath as it started.
It was now 7pm, and Y/N was in the midst of mixing ingredients into a bowl for a facial care mask sheâd seen online when her doorbell rings. Blinking in confusion, she walks over to the door and opens it, freezing as she sees Jack standing there, outside her townhouse door, in the pouring rain..
âOh my god. Jack, what are you-â He cuts her off.
âDonât go out with him, Snoop..â He says bluntly, talking over the rain. Y/N blinks a bit, stunned by all of this.
âWhat are you.. What are you talking about? Youâre gonna get sick! Come inside!â She fusses.
âIf I come inside.. Iâm gonna kiss you.â Jack says simply. Y/N pauses at that.
âWha-â He cuts her off again.
âY/N. If I come inside⊠Iâm gonna grab you, and Iâm gonna kiss you. And Iâm gonna take you to your room⊠And Iâm going to show you.. How badly Iâve missed you all these years.â He says in the same calm and matter of fact tone that makes her shiver slightly. She tells herself it from the chilly air hitting her..
âAnd I will never let you go again. Ever.â He continues quietly.
âWeâŠâ Her voice breaks slightly. What the hell is she supposed to say to that?! âJack. Weâre just friends-â Jack shakes his head at that.
âWeâre not. Iâm not..â Jack states as she looks up at him, biting her bottom lip. âIâll tell you what Iâve been.â He says. âIâve been a kid in love. Iâve been an idiot in denial. Iâve been half a man to you. And Iâll tell you what I am now. Iâm ready. Iâm worthy. Iâm the man you fucking deserve, Y/N. And I want you. Bad.â He states as she watches him, unable to look away.
âDonât.. Fucking please donât go out with him..â He whispers.
âWho?!â She squeaks, still reeling from all of this.
âRobby!â Jack says.
âIâm not going out with Robby! H-How⊠Who even told you that?!â She asks.
Jack takes a deep breath as he watches her in awe. âYou arenât? You said no?â He asks.
âNo?! To.. Drinks?! Yeah, I-I did, but it wasnât a date! It was⊠He wanted to take me out as a friend!â Y/N fusses.
âRobby?!â She continues before he can speak. âOut of all the people you think Iâd try and be with, youâre scared of Robby taking his chances with me?!â She asks in disbelief.
âIâm scared of any man taking a chance with you, Y/N!â Jack says bluntly. âAnd I wanted to play things safe, and I wanted to wait, and.. Play the âlong-gameâ, but fuck the long game if it means losing you.â He states.
âSo Iâm here. Now. And Iâm telling you that if you have me come inside⊠Iâm not leaving till tomorrow morning when I walk down the street to get you a cup of coffee at your favorite deli..â He promises shamelessly.
âJack, we.. We arenât young anymore to be doing this. We.. Work together. If this fails-â He cuts her off.
âIâll leave the Pitt.â He says simply, mind already made up. Y/N stammers for a good second before shaking off the shock.
âDonât⊠Donât say that..â She mutters.
âThis is how I shouldâve acted the day you left, Y/N. 24 years ago, I pushed you until you gave up on me. On us. And I didnât.. I didnât stop you. I let you walk out. I let you down.â He says quietly.
âAnd Iâm here now, and.. I donât think itâs too lateâŠâ He confesses. âI-I think I can still be the man you need, Snoop.â He whispers desperately, and it makes her eyes well a bit at how eager he sounds to prove himself.
âJust.. Just tell me to come in, baby..â He finally whispers. âLet me show you..â He breathes out.
Y/N is silent for a moment, still in disbelief. She slowly shakes her head. âI canât, Jack. I canât risk.. Losing you again..â She mutters. Jack presses his lips together as he looks down for a moment, racking his brain.
This couldnât be how it all endsâŠ
Without a second thought, he gets on his knees right in front of her door. âWhat.. What are you doing?â Y/N asks in confusion as she watches.
âIâm not leaving..â He says softly. âYouâre not losing me..â He mutters, determined.
âJack. Get up.â Y/N tries softly, shaking her head. She didnât want him hurting himself like this..
He stays on his knees though.
Head down and hands folded behind his back.
He shakes his head. âYou go, you come back, it wonât matter. Because Iâll still be here.â He says certainly. âUntil you tell me I can come inâŠâ He states, rolling his shoulders to prepare fully.
Y/N shakes her head slightly. âYouâve officially lost your mind, JackâŠâ She notes quietly.
âLost it the day I let you go. Iâm not getting up..â His voice is soft and slightly gruff. âYou tell me..â He looks up at her. âYou tell me when itâs time to come in..â He whispers.
Y/N blinks a bit, still astonished. She doesnât know if itâs towards Jack for this big gesture thatâs only ever been in the books she reads, or the fact that she could feel an excited flutter in her stomach from how he looked up at her.
With those dark brown eyes that never agedâŠ
âGood night, Jack..â She settles on finally before slowly shutting the front door. She backs away and listens. She waits. Waits with held breath to hear him get up. To hear him leave.
He doesnât.
She does.
Walking back to the kitchen, she tries to focus on the mask, but even as she mixes it, she wonders.. Is he still there? Did he give up?
With the mask mixture complete, Y/N checks the clock hanging in her kitchen. 15 minutes have passed. She shakes off the feeling and decides to focus on the mask, applying it and then grabbing a drink for herself.
When the timer goes off, she wipes her face and checks the clock again. She canât help it. She feels a jolt of nervousness hit the pit of her stomach when she sees another 15 minutes had passed..
Biting her bottom lip hard, she slowly approaches the door, not knowing what she wanted more. Because if he was still there⊠Sheâd feel guilty. But if he had left.. Sheâd feel.. Disappointed? Either way, she didnât have a clue what she truly wanted to see on the other side of that peephole.
Stretching up a bit, she peeks through and gasps softly.
Still there. Same position. Jack AbbotâŠ
She can feel her heart pounding in her ears as she backs away from the door, gripping at her long sleeves in order to keep them at her side. âHeâs still thereâŠâ She breathes out to herself as she stares at the door for only a second longer before she finally opens it.
Jack is soaked to the bone now.
The rain had drenched him, and yet he looks up at Y/N with a small smile that held no regret. âCan I come inside..?â He breathes out after a moment of them just staring each other.
âI wonât lose you?â Y/N finally asks over the rain as she watches him with some hesitation in her eyes, but itâs a small blotch compared to the oasis of adoration he could see from his spot on the ground.
âNever again.â He whispers. âY/N I am so sorry. Iâm so sorry I couldnât love you like this back then. But⊠Baby, Iâm gonna love you with everything in me now..â He states as he shakes his head to show heâs more than ready.
âSwear to god?â Y/N mutters.
âSnoop. I swear to youâŠâ Jack whispers, emphasizing that one word. As if she was way more important. It makes her heart skip a beat.
âJack. You can come insideâŠâ She finally whispers and she has never seen a man move so fast.
Jack gets up quickly, hands already going for her waist as he picks her up. She yelps in surprise at how cold and wet he is, but his lips catch hers before she can bring herself to comment on it. Arms go around his neck as she melts against him instantly. His leg kicks the front door closed as they make out passionately.
Her lungs burned, but her heart raced with an excitement that could only be described as a euphoric high at finally feeling his lips again for the first time in.. So, so long..
Pulling away, Jack speaks between heavy pants. âNowâŠâ He swallows a bit. âWhere the hell is that bedroom?â He mumbles as she giggles against his lips that were already going in for round twoâŠ
Summary: An unplanned pregnancy proves itself too weak for the stress of the ED, after confining in Dana, You go to your attending with this information.
Miscarriage TW. lots of Angst. Fluff. F!Reader. Established Relationship. Medical inaccuracies.
A/N: in a mood for angst and sadness rewatching season 1 with a friend whose never seen the Pitt before, and this was kind of inspired by Dr. Collins. I have also had a miscarriage before, so this is partially from personal experience.
It was one of those rare evenings when the night shift wasn't busy. There wasn't a crazy slew of events, just a regular flow of patients. The nausea had plagued you almost immediately, and you had been sipping on an electrolyte drink in between charting. The bout of Nausea was likely brought on by stress- a headache turned bad. Maybe it was a migraine. Those were common. Whatever it was you could handle it.
You seemed assured you could take care of it until the first hour of your shift. You found yourself kneeling over the toilet, sick. A quick flush and you took a moment. Your suspicions were confirmed when you had borrowed a few HCG tests from the supply closet. It showed a double line indicating pregnancy, which you were in disbelief about.
You knew exactly who the father was. You're attending. He was sweet, funny, and well-adjusted for everything he'd been through. A pregnancy would throw off your career, you'd have to take time off- You'd be Nauseous and aching all the time. You didn't anticipate Jack being upset about it, but it would change everything. Would it really be worth that?
As you exited the bathroom stall, Dana had entered, her bag slung over her shoulder, her sunglasses on her head. She gave you a soft, sympathetic look. She had picked up on what was happening and gave a sharp smile. "You alright, Hun?" she asked. You nodded, going over to wash your hands. Dana lingered by the wall. "I had the worst of it when I had my kids," she said. "Sick as a dog, every morning." You nodded, not feeling sociable in that particular moment.
She sighed, finally. "Does he know?" She asked you pointedly. Dana had a way of knowing everything, while it seemed like she hung around the nurses' station all day- in reality, she was the all-seeing person that picked up on everything- sometimes before the ED even noticed. She was observant in that way. A quiet and knowing presence that felt comforting. "No, he doesn't." You were hoping someone else would come in, and that would make the conversation move along, and you'd go back to work.
"Well, this is a stressful place for someone in your condition," she offered gently. "I don't want things to change," you said. Your relationship, your career. Anything really. Your body fought against you as your stomach cramped from being emptied and agitated. "Things will change- that's unavoidable," Dana said, stepping closer, offering a glance. "But then everything will be back to normal. It just takes time. Talk to him, don't leave him in the dark. He deserves to know." You nodded. "Thanks, Dana." you said gently. "Of course. You take care of yourself." She said firmly.
Change had been on your mind the rest of the shift and onward. You'd have to tell Jack- and the rest would know soon enough. You'd have to let the hospital know, and then you'd be bedridden and pregnant. You were terrified to say the least. Your rendezvous with your attending would be over, and everyone would know. As a senior resident, you'd worked hard to work your way up, and all of this now could jeopardize that. You expected the very worst case scenario, single mother working part time in the ED. It all felt like too much to swallow.
You hadn't eaten in a few days, at risk of it coming back up. You were burnt out, tired. You only had a few patients, none of them incredibly urgent. A little boy whose mother was in hysterics over her son's broken arm- It was warming seeing a mother be so worried over such a minor injury. and a teenager who had sliced his hand open while trying to cook up some elaborate recipe for his girlfriend. Sweet interactions you were thankful for. The patients kept you going on that day. And after just a few hours, the late-night lull began, and you had been dodging Jack since the evening started.
You found solace in an empty room behind the fabric curtain, a small sliver of privacy in between tasks. You leaned over the railing of the empty bed, taking a moment as a wave of nausea and weakness washed over you. Jack entered, his expression softening when he saw you were in discomfort. "Hey," his voice is soft and low. "Everything alright?" he asked, approaching you slowly. "Yeah," you said immediately. "Can we talk later?" you asked hurriedly.
"Of course," he said. He stiffened and crossed his arms. "Is everything okay, though, really?" he pressed again. You wondered if Dana had told him anything. "I'm fine, Jack. just a little tired," he nodded. You tried to straighten yourself up, but faltered slightly. Jack was there on a moment's notice with a hand over the small of your back, offering his support.
You wanted to tell him then and there, but it felt wrong- the door was open, you were feeling dizzy, and everything was still overwhelming. You nodded again as the wave passed and turned forward to face him. You were inches apart; you could smell his cologne and feel the warmth of his body.
The moment was interrupted by Lena, who slung the curtain open. "There you are," she said. Jack straightened up again, stepping away. "We have an incoming car accident. Semi-blocked traffic. Could be a dozen injured, maybe more." You exhaled. Things were about to get busy. You both rushed out, ready to have useful hands. You shook off the dizzy feeling that grew weaker.
You had all spread out and began tackling tasks- Doctors of the ED rushed past as patients came in, one by one. EMT and triage were slammed in just a moment. The hospital got busy and fast, and loud. Skilled hands administered care to each patient, and you had hopped on a case as it came in. An unconscious pregnant woman whose airbag had deployed and broken her nose. You took each of her vitals and searched for any signs of injury. The EMT doing the handoff was prompt. "She's about 6 months pregnant. Slid off the road, she's lucky she avoided the pile-up. She wasn't hit by the semi. We suspect she lost consciousness when the airbag deployed." The EMT says, you got to work, the typical routine.
The woman regained consciousness slowly and then grabbed your arm in panic. "The baby!" she shrieked. "Is my baby okay?!" She said, trying to lean up, her nose smeared with blood and her face puffy. She'd have some bruising for sure. "Stay still, I will make sure the baby is okay," you reassured her. That's all she cared about in that moment. She was placed into a room, and you finished your general assessment. Once the initial panic had washed over her, she began to cry.
"I just-" she sighed. "This is my fault," she whined. "My husband and I got into an argument, and I ran off with the keys," she mumbled in between sobs, ignoring the pain that troubled her and worrying about her unborn child first. "There is no fault here; you're safe. I will have one of the nurses call your husband. We will take good care of you." You said in the professional tone you always used. It felt like some kind of sick irony.
The next step was an ultrasound. The woman was incredibly lucky her injuries weren't severe or worse. You both waited in agonizing anticipation as you used the machinery to look for the baby, a healthy-looking sign on the screen. It picked up the baby's heartbeat, which was steady, and the woman wailed in relief. "Oh my god," she exclaimed. "The baby is looking healthy, unharmed." You said definitively. The woman wailed and cried her tears of joy and relief. "Thank you so much," She uttered. "Just take it easy, okay?" you instructed her.
A man calling her name rushed through the halls. They made the sweetest couple. This was the husband. He rushed into the room to be at her side, kissing her forehead. As you entered your notes into her chart, he, of course, had a million questions. "Is the baby okay?" was his first. "Yes, the baby is doing fine." The man burst into tears. "Your wife is very lucky. Her nose is broken, and she's a little bruised, but both are looking very healthy otherwise. We have some tests to run, and we'll get you guys back home safely as soon as we can." You nodded, beginning to exit the room.
The husband began another slew of 'thank you,' and you had to step out, A sudden sharp pain growing in your abdomen. You tried to seem calm, but there were tears in your eyes. Emotions were running high. Your pain level was increasing, and you rushed to the bathroom.
When you realized you had passed the pregnancy, everything melted away. Your anxiety, your anger, your fears. You just felt at a total loss. The thought of having Jack's baby was terrifying, sure- but now it felt like that decision was taken from you. You wanted to blame yourself- for working too hard, for letting this happen. Jack would be furious if he knew you weren't taking good care of yourself. You were scared of his reaction, scared that he'd be upset. You just wanted him to be near you, to comfort you and hold you. But in that moment, all you could do was clean the tissue from your underwear and move forward. You were in the bathroom for 20 minutes, not a long time for a regular person, but in the ED that felt like forever.
When you had cried enough for your eyes to be puffy, your cheeks rosy, and your face pale, and the shaking had calmed down, you had to put on a brave face and walk out there like nothing happened. Mid shift, and your whole world had changed, and then shattered. You walked over to Lena quickly at the nurses' station. "I'm going to step outside for a minute." You said. Lena gave you a pointed look, and nodded.
What you hadn't noticed was Jack seeing this interaction. He shed his gloves, watching you, the life drained out of your expression, your body language weak. His heart skipped a beat seeing you like that. He assigned Dr. Ellis the case and excused himself in an instant. Worry plastered his face. He rushed after you, finding you sat just outside the ED watching the quiet and empty street with the stars above you. The tears fell gently down your face.
He sat next to you, his gentle presence calming enough. "What's wrong?" he cooed gently. "Hey, talk to me."
You shook your head slightly, wiping the tears from your cheeks. "Jack," you began in an unsteady, shaky voice. "I lost the baby," you said with finality. He knew it was his. He knew what it meant; his heart dropped in his chest. "Hey," his tone switched from worry to comfort. "That's not your fault," he said sternly.
"I didn't even know I was pregnant." You continued. "I was terrified to tell you. And now it doesn't even matter," you said with a casual tone. He gazed into your eyes, trying his hardest to take on the pain. To take it away from you and bear it himself. "I had no idea," he said softly. "I had my suspicions, but I trusted you," he trails on. "And I don't blame you for this- or for not telling me." his honesty makes you feel less anxious.
There's a moment that passes by. "You know that I love you, and you shouldn't have had to carry that pain alone," he says. You lean your head on his shoulder, and his arm comes up instinctively with a gentle rub. You look out at the quiet night, distraught over the unfortunate circumstances. "I'm sorry, Jack." he shook his head. "Don't be." he says.
"I'm going to send you home, go back to my place ill take care of the ride. Relax, order some takeout, and get some rest. Doctor's orders," he retorts. You smiled softly. "You aren't my doctor," you said. "Medically, no," he teases. "Regardless, as you're attending, I'm sending you home to rest. Your body has been through something traumatic, as your Boyfriend," his words hung in the air. "I want you to be okay, not just at work." That was the first time he had called himself your boyfriend, you had always danced around the labels, but it made sense. It felt right.
You spent most of the time you weren't at work together, you made dinners together, and got each other gifts. The label itself didn't matter. It just felt right. And you didn't mind it at all. He felt safe. He felt at home. "I love you," you whispered finally. Jack smiled, though you didn't see it, and kissed your forehead. Everything felt okay again, being in his arms.
Knight!Sirius X Princess!Reader, Feminine pronouns used. angsty, fluffy.
Your feet began padding forward quietly on the grass, the fireflies illuminating the path along with the gentle glow of moonlight and the hum of crickets in the distance, making the night feel peaceful. You hadn't anticipated being followed- or watched, until a twig snapped behind you, causing your attention to shift towards the noise. Instinctively, you began forward at a much faster pace.
The garden was vast, an easy place to get lost in, though you had the advantage. Your heart began to race, anxiety filling your lungs as the uneasy feeling flooded your senses. You shouldn't have snuck out- despite the beautiful weather and the gorgeous stars. You should have listened and stayed put.
"You don't have to run from me," Sirius's voice is smooth and low. The knightly, professional tone is still wearing thin, but much gentler with you. You turned around with a gasp. "You scared me!" you exclaimed with a playful shove. "Why are you following me?" you asked him.
"It's my duty to protect you," he says with a nod. "And you weren't very sneaky," he chuckles slightly. You roll your eyes at his quip. Throughout the years, Sirius had slowly fallen madly in love with you. He was committed to the royal family, of course, but it wasn't made public yet that you loved each other so deeply. It was a secret rendezvous, something you couldn't grapple with fully. All you knew was that it felt electrifying being with him, and that you couldn't stay away.
"You're always working so hard," you frown slightly. "You never have any fun." You folded your arms. "I swore to keep you safe- what if I were a burglar? hmm?" he asked flirtaciously. "I'm fine on my own." You said, pulling a dagger from the corset of your gown. His eyes widened in amusement. He immediately snatched the blade from you, running his fingers over the blade and twirling it with his thumb.
"I'm smarter than you think." You retorted. "Oh, I don't doubt that." He says. "But you might want to sharpen this." You grabbed it back, hiding it beneath its sheath again. He had taught you how to use the dusty old blade, how to be quick. He gave it to you as a gift, knowing that as long as he was by your side, you wouldn't need it gave him comfort.
"Is that why you followed me out here?" you asked pointedly. "Well, no." He stated in a flat, honest tone- the one he only used when things were getting serious. A thickness fell upon the air. "I wanted to speak with you, privately," he began. His voice trailed off, and he stepped forward. He cleared his throat. You waited, the anticipation burning your skin.
"I swore an oath to protect you. It's my duty to this kingdom to keep you safe," he says with a slight sigh. You cocked your head, not fully comprehending his words yet. "I can not secure your safety from my post here. Your father has arranged a voyage, and we leave at dawn. I wanted this to be our goodbye."
You shook your head, as if he has just spewed nonsense. you were in disbelief. You had defied your father and requested Sirius as your guard, not just because you loved him, and he kept you safe and your father happy. You were also worried for his safety. It did not seem fair to you, but in that moment you were thankful to have him standing in front of you, even if it may be the last time.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" you said softly. "We were assigned these duties this evening. There's nothing I can do," he sighed. You bit your lip, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of him leaving at the thought of an empty bed on those lonely nights, and the thought of quiet without him. The thought of someone else in his post made you feel sick. He stepped even closer. "You'll come home?" you whispered softly, pleading.
"I love you," he exhales. "I'll always come home to you." his hands found the sides of your cheeks, where you were letting the tears fall. he was lost in your gaze, the gloss of your eyes in the moonlight. He kissed your lips gently, tendering an embrace that was better, deeper, than all the others. Your arms snaked around him, and when your lips parted he held you in his arms for the last time.
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Maybe a part 2 coming or a series! I have ideas... this was fun
Probably medically inaccurate. Pre-established fling/history, possessive jack very quick blurb/oneshot-ish
It all started with a young man who was brutally attacked over a drug deal gone bad. Or so everyone suspected. Why else would the guy have the cops waiting with him? The gossip was a fun pastime. It had been a busy evening, finally reaching a lull in the early morning hours. It was something that didn't happen too often; you had the chance to have a drink in the lounge and were finally able to catch up on your charting.
As you excitedly walked towards your desk and logged on, you sighed in relief. As you clicked and typed away, a few moments of productive peace were interrupted. You were used to it by now.
"Excuse me?" A handsome cop had wandered over to your station.
"How can I help you?" you asked in a cordial tone.
"My name is Officer Barnes," he says, reaching for his business card. You take the stiff piece of paper and look at the information printed on its surface. "I'm waiting for the patient in room 17. Could you keep this on file in case we get any updates? Sargent's orders." He says casually.
"Yeah, no, of course," you said, slightly flustered when your hands touched.
"Is it always this busy?" He asked, leaning against the counter.
"Well, usually not. It's usually a lot busier, actually." You replied.
"It seems like you finally have a minute to breath." He says.
You nodded slightly. "Yeah," you rubbed your temple. "Finally,"
"It must be tough being a doctor. It's actually very impressive," he complimented. Your body relaxed slightly. "Some days are more rewarding than others." You admitted. He smirked at you, resting his hands on the top of his vest. Men in uniform. a moment passed.
"Well I'll let you get back to it." He said promptly. "I didn't catch your name?" he asked. You replied to him.
"I'll see you around?" he asked. "Hopefully not- it either means one of us is going to be hurt or in handcuffs," you quipped flirtatiously.
"I like that," he winked at you. He wandered back to his duties and you were left there for a moment, clearing your head before going back to your charting.
Once you got into the groove again and updated at least one patient's chart, you were interrupted again.
"Hey." It's Jack. "You got a sec? Let's take a walk." You turned your head curiously, not picking up on the obvious jealousy at first. "Sure," you replied. You both stepped outside, just past the ambulance bay. You folded your arms pointedly.
"Did I do something wrong?" you asked, referring to your work, not your personal life. "What are we doing?" He asked. His hands shoved into his pockets. a mannerism he only did when he was frustrated.
"What-" you were cut off by him. "First- it's falling asleep on my couch together and then romantic walks through the park, and now you're getting some cop's number?" You blinked at him, quite honestly speechless at his sudden outburst. Jack wished he hadn't kept talking, because the honesty was spilling out. "We're too old for this, don't play games with me." he shook his head, sighing and then softening his expression immediately.
"Jack I-" you sighed. "I wasn't flirting with him. He was being nice. He handed me his business card so we could contact the sergeant," you said. surface level. "I'm not playing games with you," you said pointedly. "You have no right to be upset anyway.." you trailed off. old wounds were reopened. You wanted to kiss him. Hug him. And push him into traffic right now.
"I want you." He says. Your heart skipped a beat. The noise of the busy street and the sirens was drowned out in that moment. You stared at him. He stepped closer and repeated himself, softly- quietly.
A side of him he would never show at work- except for with you.
"Prove it." you whispered slowly.
Jack kissed you, embracing your soft features in his skilled hands. It was the kind of moment that stopped time. So meaningful and loving. The interaction lasted a few moments before you were interrupted a third and final time by a med student frantically searching for an attending, and then promptly and profusely apologizing. The gossip would be spread like wildfire by the time Robby came in for the day- and you were okay with that.
Summary: Covey! Reader and Sejanus go foraging with Maude Ivory and realize maybe a family is something they might want one day.
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The early hours of the morning were always a bit chilly. The dew coated everything in moisture, leaving the grass damp and the hem of your skirt lightly stained. You trekked through the meadows and woods with Maude Ivory close behind. She's small, but quick. You always admire how innocent she is, how sweet she is. Despite the situation she always has a childish curiosity to her, and you both have grown to love her dearly.
"I'm chilly." She says, her arms folded as she steps forward, you were crouched down, plucking some brown hearty mushrooms from the earth. Sejanus, without thinking, shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the girl's shoulders. It swallowed her tiny frame, but her body appreciated the warmth it offered.
"Here, you can have mine," he says. "Thanks, Capitol boy." She giggles. She steps closer to you and bends down, mimicking your actions by gently plucking the food from its roots. "He's real sweet," She whispers to you. Sejanus is not far behind, now, wandering for herbs or anything else that could be of good use. "He is," you chimed enthusiastically. "I like him," she decides. "I see why you like him, too. He's really handsome." You were thankful your back was turned to Sejanus, because you flushed slightly. "He is." you whispered again.
Sejanus cleared his throat, approaching the two of you. "I found some berries." He announced. Maude Ivory jumped up in excitement and ran over to him. Maude Ivory shrieked, stabbing herself with the thorns of the bush. "Careful," he says. "Here," He plucks some and hands her a small handful- a gesture she's thankful for. After collecting some and making sure Maude Ivory had more than enough of a snack, he stepped closer to you, kneeling by you, feeding you some of the berries. You protested slightly until the tart sweet tang of the berries touched your lips and you were grateful. He popped a few in his mouth. You smiled at the interaction.
He helped you up by grabbing your hands, and you were so close, inches apart. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear with a slight smile when you caught his gaze, finally, and the intimate moment was interrupted. While you had your intimate moment together, Maude Ivory had wandered, and fallen down the meadow hill onto the base of a tree. With a thud, and a yelp, You called her name and rushed to the scene, Sejanus acting faster than you could.
You began to panic, pressure in your chest, trying to make sure she was alright, you helped her sit up and she brushed herself off, Sejanus brushed the hair that had fallen in her face away and his hands acted quickly. He was in training to be a medic after all.
He assessed her injuries promptly. "Are you okay?" she shook her head. "I think I hurt my foot," she frowned. She'd have a few bruises for sure, and there was a scrape on her arm- nothing major, but enough to be dirty and slightly red. "Can you stand?" he asked her, helping her to her feet. He frowned when she winced after putting weight on her ankle.
He prompted her to sit back down while he assessed her foot further; it was a little swollen, likely a minor sprain. You were thankful it wasn't anything more serious. "We've been over this; you've got to be more careful. It's always slippery when the grass is wet," you scolded her, with a sigh of relief. "It's okay," Sejanus says in a cheerful voice. "Accidents happen."
She groans, leaning against the tree for support. "Can you walk?" he asks. She tries to step forward but stumbles into him. "Nuh uh," She says, sighing in frustration. "I hope it's not bad cause we have a show on Saturday," she says sternly. "Well, if it starts to get better with rest, that'll be a good sign." Sejanus offers. She huffs. "Here, I'll carry you." He offers, she hops on his back, where Sejanus securely carries her.
"I think that's our cue to head back home," you said. "I agree." Sejanus retorted. "I think we have enough for dinner now, anyway," you say. "Be careful," you order Sejanus, every step is meticulous and thoughtful of the wounded girl resting on his back now.
You slowly found your way back to the small house you called home. The walk was silent, the birds singing above you, and the crickets' song slowly coming to an end as the day got a little brighter and warmer. You turned and noticed that Maude Ivory had fallen fast asleep, slung over Sejanus's shoulders, emitting a gentle snore. Seeing him being so caring awakened something in you.
As you approached the house, Lucy Gray was the only one awake that early- gently strumming her guitar in the front yard. She set it aside and rushed over. "What happened?" she asked. "I slipped," Maude Ivory said, coming back to life from her short and needed slumber. Lucy Gray pursed her lips, "Oh," she frowned. "Let's get you to bed." She said.
Sejanus had carried the girl all the way to her bed and gently placed her there, elevating her leg and tucking her in. She was a restless child, so she wouldn't enjoy the bed rest, but she was thankful someone was looking out for her. "Thank you, Sejanus." You said gently. The two of you stepped back outside into the morning air as the others stirred awake and began inquiring about their youngest family member.
You both sat in the yard, now. "You're really sweet with her," you said sheepishly, a slight flush on your cheeks at the memory. "She's a firey little girl." he chuckles. "She'll be okay," he said.
"It makes me think about having kids one day," you said quietly, a confession that left you vulnerable. "Yeah?" he asked, his eyes turning over you. "If things were different- I think you'd be a really good dad," you uttered gently. "We can make things different," he offered.
There was a shared moment of hope, something peaceful, a glimmer of a more normal life. Sejanus comes home to the house smelling of fresh bread, home to you. A place that was all yours. A place that was a real home, no stress and no worry. No more trading and struggling. Just happiness and each other. It was a fantasy you could get swept up in so easily.
"I really like you, Sejanus," you said. "But one day at a time, ok?" you chuckled. "Besides, I'd be no good having kids this young. Got enough on my plate as it is." You were older now than when you had met, but as the time passed, Sejanus knew he could be patient and that he'd wait for you and do whatever you wanted- anything. "I could build us a house." He said, finally. You turned to him with a curious expression. "I have the money, and everyone could live in it, Maude Ivory could have her own room, we could have ours," he said. Though it wasn't that far out of reach, It was a shared goal that seemed so far away.
"I'd like that," you said. " A nice garden out back." He nodded in agreement. "I appreciate you taking care of us like you have. Taking care of my family," you said softly. "Your family is my family." He said. This made you flush again. Before the moment had passed, you shared another meaningful gaze; his eyes were soft, gentle. He smelled like pine and honey. He took his opportunity this time, and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. Soft slow. tender.
After the embrace, you were interrupted again. Tam Amber was out on the front lawn. "What's this about a new house I hear?" he asked. He liked Sejanus; they all did, and they also liked him enough to tease the two of you. You flushed and pulled away. "Maybe new instruments, first." Tam Amber said. They both chuckled. Lucy Gray appeared. "What about the house?" she chimed.
"Oh, nothing," Tam Amber replies. "Just Y/N's boy here is gonna get us a real sweet house." He said in a teasing tone. You rolled your eyes. "Don't be jealous," Lucy Gray chuckled. "Though that does sound like something we'd all adore," she continued on, turning her charming personality on to tease you further. "You're all getting spoiled on your birthdays, anyway, you know," Sejanus said, matching the teasing sarcasm.
"If i get a new dress for my birthday, I might have to marry him." Lucy Gray joked, Coriolanus was somewhere shivering in disgust at the thought. "He's a keeper, Y/N." she said.
District Twelve was supposed to be a punishment, but it was full of pleasant surprises. Sejanus' enlistment wasn't supposed to bring him joy, he was supposed to learn a lesson from it. Not to break the law. Not to defy the capitol. But instead, he found himself enjoying his time there. The simplicity of the town, and the quaint nature that surrounded it. It was truly a beautiful place, one where he had found himself infatuated with you.
Every weekend, some of the peacekeepers would sneak their way off base into the Hobb for shows. Usually, many of them came to drink and forget the things they'd seen. To meet someone, have a fun night and go back to work like nothing happened. Sejanus hadn't particularly planned on meeting anyone, but when he had he was greateful for it.
The Hobb was vibrant that evening, buzzing with lights and sounds. The dancefloor was populated and everyone gathered to hear the legendary Lucy Gray Baird sing her melodic siren songs. Everyone loved her, and loved the band and their lively tunes in the midst of an otherwise difficult life for most. That evening, the room felt happy, a small sliver of peace in an otherwise unpeaceful reality.
You grew up in District Twelve, and you were accustomed to the same crowd of rowdy, drunken peacekeepers coming through every year, all with different faces. starting bar fights, dancing, singing, and flirting. You hadn't understood why, but you had caught the attention of Sejanus Plinth.
He had left his friend's side to wander over to you, chat like usual. You were in a good mood, luckily and spirits were high. So when you saw him, you fell into the routine you'd been in lately. You'd chat, and enjoy each others company before disappearingly into your lives for a while. It was refreshing. This time, though, he wasted no time.
"It's good to see you again." He chimed in an amused tone.
"I could say the same." you sarcastically quipped.
"Well, at least you actually live here." he gives a slight chuckle. "Can I get you something to drink?" he offers, it's a harmless offer, though tempting. "I'm alright." you replied quickly. He looked handsome this evening, or maybe it was just the drinks you'd already had.
He stood there awkwardly, as if he had already rehearsed the conversation in his mind. "Can I walk you home at least, make sure you get home safe?" He asked. you smiled slightly. "Sure thing." you said.
You paused, slightly biting your lip for a quick moment. "Actually, I think I have a better idea." That was the alcohol talking, though you weren't drunk it offered a certain bravery, one that Sejanus was much more than thankful for.
He found himself wandering with you through the forest, The moonlight and stars were your guides as you walked. You knew the path like the back of your hand, ducking and weaving every branch and twine. The fireflies were twinkling on the horizon, and the place was so quiet and isolated. It felt intimate. You were both feeling adventurous.
"I see your friend has eyes for Lucy Gray," You had said, breaking the peaceful silence that had come around for a short time. "Oh- yeah." he said. "I guess so." He admitted. "She'll eat him alive," you smiled. Sejanus chuckled. "Do you know everyone in the band?" He asked. You kept on walking, entering a meadow, only the moonlight and fireflies illuminating the patches of grass and flora. "Yes." you said. "The Covey- they are like my family." you said.
"Odd family, huh?" he joked slightly. "Something like that." you'd retorted. Sejanus was going to say something, but in the moments following you approached the lake. All the trees, the sky and the stars, the moon and the wildlife was all being reflected back across his feet. The water sparkles and gently rippled with life, the frogs singing and the crickets harmonizing with them. It was breath-taking.
"This is gorgeous- I didn't even know it was out here." He said, mouth nearly gaping at the sight. You giggled slightly. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" You asked. His gaze met you. He nodded in agreement. Your features painted the most perfect picture he'd ever seen. He felt his heart skip a beat and become fluttery. To avoid embarrassment from staring too long, and thankful you couldn't see his cheeks flush in the dark.
"Do you want to take a dip?" He asked, his heart pounding. You said nothing, instead approaching the dock, quickly discarding the clothing you had been wearing. You jumped into the water, cold, dark, but rejuvenating. Sejanus followed suit, stripping his uniform away and hopping beside you in the water. "It's so cold!" he shrieked. You laughed and splashed him. After some laughter and banter you had both quieted down, and climbed out of the water to sit on the dock beneath the moonlight.
"You really are something else," Sejanus began, the water dripping down his chest causing his skin to sparkle. "Is that good or bad?" you asked, scooching closer to him, your thighs barely brushing together. "Good. definetly good." He concluded.
Your eyes fell on the water; it was a peaceful place for you. So many happy memories were had here, so much laughter and tears and joy and fun. It was your favorite spot, and there you were, sharing it with someone you'd met only a few months prior.
Sejanus' eyes fell across every part of you, perfection. Corio's voice rang in his head. 'Just kiss her. Let it happen. Girls like that.' although he knew his friend didn't have the best track record for relationships, he was right when he said that- what he meant was 'just go for it.' and So he gently pressed forward, your gaze catching his, and your lips met.
The gentle embrace and warmth of his skin against yours caused a shiver. You smiled slightly into the embrace, and when you pulled away slightly he was tucking a piece of your wet hair behind your ear out of your face.
"Thank you for taking me here." he whispered softly.
Sejanus would spoil you as much as he could. Chocolate, teddy bears, blankets, jewelry, it's all yours. His love language is gift giving.
Settling down in the districts with Sejanus in a small house with a nice garden. Simple Life.
Sejanus has Ma send him recipes and baked goods for the two of you to enjoy.
Sejanus being a medic, which means he always takes very good care of you. especially when you're sick.
He's secretly very protective over you, he loves minor PDA and hand holding in town.
Sejanus doing a lot of housework, helping keep things tidy. He especially enjoys cooking for you.
Dad!Sejanus being the sweetest thing on the entire planet.
He loves to make you laugh, or smile, preferably both. It makes him so happy.
Waking you up with cheek kisses and embrace.
Loves doing simple things with you - from going into town for veggies, to exploring nature. as long as he has you by his side he's content.
Sejanus still tries to win you over- flirting and being sweet even though you're already married.
He would buy you a very personalized and expensive ring, he wants everyone to know he's yours.
He's not afraid to stand up for you. That creep that keeps trying to hit on you? he's already put himself between you.
Would protect you at any cost to him- even his own life. he is fiercely loyal and protective.
Dad!Sejanus being incredibly kind and patient with his kids, he wants to be a good father and do things differently than what he grew up with.
He would definitely cry seeing you on your wedding day for the first time.
He's elated to have kids, and makes sure everyone in his house is well cared for.
Medic!Sejanus helping with delivering your first born child.
When you are expecting, he won't let you lift a finger. Carrying a sack of flour? nope. dishes? nope. Lifting anything even slightly heavy, he won't have it. He's opening doors, rubbing your feet and letting you rest and relax as much as possible.
sejanus harbours an aching crush for you, a head-in-the-clouds, daydreamer, covey girl from district 12. heâs determined to show you how he feels before you get swept up by some other guy, though itâs difficult when your head is seemingly stuck in the clouds. requested here
note: um hiii my hunger games obsession (and therefore sejanus obsession) is back after finishing sotr⊠this fic is for me and the 3 other sejanus fans on here (the rest of you come out of hiding please)
peacekeeper!sejanus x covey!reader, 1.5k words
Sejanus has been about as obvious as a guy can be about his feelings for you, and still, youâre yet to catch on. Itâs not that youâre dumb. If anything, youâre a lot smarter than him. You write music like nothing else heâs ever heard, like sunlight spun into lyrics, and half of the words you use in them he doesnât even understand.
As smart as you are, youâve constantly got your head in the clouds. Youâre not a ditz, but youâre always daydreaming about something or other, and you donât tend to come down from the clouds often. Because of this, youâve been completely oblivious to his advances.
You donât seem to notice that heâs flirting when he does, and though youâve accepted his flowers and pretty hair ribbons with a bashful smile, heâs seen you give the same smile to guys at the Hob after one of your performances with the Covey band.
Despite himself, Sejanus has continued to try. Today heâs managed to get the morning off from his Peacekeeper duties, and heâs not going to waste it. Heâs already been to the markets to spend most of his money for the week on something for you. He knows the path to your meadow like the back of his hand. Itâs not far from your place, your Covey donât like you to stray too far.
Youâre exactly where heâs expecting you to be when he gets there. Right at the edge of the pond, knee deep in the tall grass, squatting to feed the ducks. Theyâve just had ducklings about a week ago, and youâre enamoured by them.
âDonât be frightened, little ducks,â youâre saying in your lovely soft voice, as Sejanus approaches from behind. He tries to be quiet, so as not to startle you or your gaggle of ducks. Thereâs two adult ones, and four tiny fluffy ones, all crowded around your hand, which is filled with what looks like bits of stale cracker.
As Sejanus gets closer, he accidentally steps on a branch and it snaps, breaking the silence. One of the adult ducks spots him, gives a loud quack, and they all take off across the pond, the little ones in single file following their parents.
Whoops, Sejanus thinks.
âHello, Sejanus,â you say knowingly, without turning round. Sejanus has no idea how you know itâs him, but he canât say heâs surprised.
He watches as you pocket the remains of your crackers and dust your hands off on your flowy skirt, then turn around to face him.
âYou scared my ducks,â you say, giving him an indignant look.
Heâs well aware. âSorry. I donât think they like me.â
You shrug, then lift your skirt, the bottom hem stained with mud, and start wading through the grass towards him. âThey would if you sang to them,â you say, like itâs obvious.
Sejanus highly doubts that. âDo you think so?â He asks, indulging you.
âWorked for me,â you say simply, coming to a stop right in front of him. Youâre rather close â you tend to do that. He knows youâd give him his space if he cared, but he doesnât.
âThatâs âcos you sound like an angel, sweetheart,â he tells you. Heâs not sugar-coating it. You really do.
You beam. âWell thanks, handsome,â you say, swaying happily on the spot, your skirts swishing. âWhatâve you got there?â
You point to his pocket, where heâs got his hand shoved, keeping your gift out of view.
âItâs a surprise,â he says, dipping his head down towards yours like youâre sharing a secret.
You hum, and lift your chin a bit, like youâre meeting him in the middle. You seem to do it without noticing.
âFor me?â You ask hopefully.
Who else? Sejanus thinks. âMaybe,â he says conspiratorially. âYou wanna see it?â
You nod eagerly.
âAlright,â he says. âClose your eyes, pretty.â
You do as youâre told, letting your eyes slip shut. Sejanus takes a moment to admire you, your hair tied back from your face with a cream coloured ribbon, your dewy skin, and the way the sun dips you in gold. Youâre the prettiest thing heâs ever seen.
âPut your hands out,â he says. You obey.
Sejanus pulls his hand out of his pocket and places a small box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine in your cupped hands. Your shoulders go up excitedly.
âOkay, you can open âem,â he says.
Your eyes fly open and land on the box. âIt is really for me?â You ask, practically buzzing, and lift your eyes to meet his.
Thereâs a look in your eyes that Sejanus doesnât quite understand, but it makes him nervous anyway. Itâs quite often that you make him nervous seemingly without even trying.
He rubs the back of his neck. âWell, yeah,â he says. ââCourse it is. Open it, yeah?â
âOkay,â you say.
Sejanus watches as you open his gift with so much care youâd think heâd spent millions on it. You untie the twine, and that goes into your pocket, along with the brown paper wrapping. Sejanus holds his breath as you lift the lid of the box to reveal a silver heart pendant, engraved with a swan. Your favourite bird.
You go dead silent for a long moment. Sejanus wonders if you hate it.
âSejanusâŠâ you whisper. You pull the pendant from the box and brush your thumb over the engraved swan, as gentle as if it were a real one. For once, you seem lost for words.
âThey didnât have any chain,â Sejanus explains quickly. âBut I thought you could tie it with one of your ribbons. Do you ⊠like it?â
You lift your head, blinking rather rapidly. Sejanus realises with horror that your eyes are shining with tears.
âItâs beautiful,â you say. âI love it.â
Your bottom lip wobbles. Sejanus panics and grabs you.
âDonât cry,â he says frantically. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him. The box digs into his ribs and youâve made a fist around the pendant, your knuckles pressing into his chest.
âSorry,â you gasp.
Sejanus frowns. Heâs happy you like the gift but hates to see you cry. After a moment you come out, pulling your face away from his chest, freeing one hand to scrub at your damp cheeks. You havenât cried much, only a few tears. You blink up at him, a bit like a doe.
âSorry,â you say again. âI donât mean to, but I always cry when I see something beautiful.â
You open up your palm and gaze at the pendant again, as if checking itâs real. Sejanus waits for you to say something else but you donât.
âSo you like it?â He asks tentatively.
You laugh, and it sounds as pretty and as light as birdsong. âYes. I love it, itâs perfect.â
You squeeze your fist back around the pendant and hold it to your heart. Then you lift your eyes to Sejanusâ, giving him this look that makes his heart race.
âThank you, Sejanus,â you say softly, reverently almost, like heâs one of your wild ducks.
Sejanus feels flowers blooming in his chest as if youâve put them there and nurtured them. Heâs about to wrap you up in his arms again when you say,
âDo you think I could give you something, too?â In this lilting, hopeful tone.
Sejanus blinks. âYeah, sure, honey.â He canât imagine what, but you tend to carry a lot of miscellaneous things youâve foraged in your pockets. A pretty rock, maybe?
âOkay.â You sound almost shy, which is completely new, and trips Sejanus up a bit. He wonders what on earth it is that youâre about to give him. âClose your eyes, then.â
Sejanus does as heâs told. He hears you rustling around in your pocket for a second, before he feels you step closer, the toes of your boots touching his. He smells all your smells, that sweet flowery scent you seem to live in a cloud of, plus the warm vanilla in your hair. Then come your hands, both palms flat on his chest.
âStay still,â you whisper, and Sejanus startles at how close you sound, your breath actually brushing his lips.
He realises what youâre about to do a second before you do it. Your hands press to his chest for stability and then your mouth lands on his, soft and gentle, but earnest all the same. You kiss him gently, shyly, but with so much warmth it tingles, and you taste like sugar. Sejanus grabs you, hands hot on your waist, and kisses you back.
He forces himself to exercise a bit of restraint so as not to scare you off after the first kiss. When you pull away, youâre flushed, and you wonât look him in the eye, though he thanks you and gives you another kiss on your warm cheek.
You press your palm to the spot heâs kissed, looking as flustered as heâs ever seen you. Heâs been a fool, Sejanus realises. You werenât as oblivious as he thought you were, after all.
Summary: After a patient's death weighs heavily on the two of you, you and jack begin to realize how precious life is, and how hard it is to live without someone you love.
A/N: probably a little out of character but whatever. Also tried to avoid using crazy medical jargon, I'm not a doctor lol Oneshot / I don't proofread
After 13 hours of exhaustion- the physical and mental kind, you both needed some air. After slumming through the remainder of your charting you went to the rooftop for some fresh air and some peace, even if the busy city would be waiting beneath you.
You knew you'd find him there. It had always been his spot. It was always where he'd go when he'd lost a patient, or had some thinking to do. In the Emergency Room, everything happened all at once, and it didn't stop for anyone. But up there, the streets below were like the sound of crickets for you.
The breeze brushed through you, easing the stress from your body. You stepped forward, shivering in those chilly early morning hours when everyone was still waking up. Jack noticed. He always did.
You enjoyed each other's presence in silence for a few moments. A respectful solidarity. This was the hard part of the profession. It wasn't always as glamorous and simple as just saving lives. You felt something, someone, tugging at your heart when you turned to Jack.
His eyes were tired, his body thankful for a moment of rest. He smiled softly and shifted his eyes out at the city skyline.
"you know," he begins, his voice is soft with you. it carries gently. "It's okay to cry, or scream. Or whatever you need to do." You nodded.
"I know. It'll come, and it'll pass." you said in a flat tone.
Jack shrugs off his hoodie, draping it over your shoulders sternly. You hold the fabric over yourself, slipping your arms into the sleeves, thankful for the warmth.
You exhale softly, it was a habit to let the words flow so naturally and effortlessly with Jack, he was your safe space for a lot of years, even now part of you felt that it would always be true. "They didn't even make it to their honeymoon," you said, your voice shaking and faltering.
The stains on the brides gown, the tuxedo being cut off the groom. The rush, the EMT's voices reciting their information robotically. It felt like a blur now. The best doctors in the city couldn't have saved them, It was already too late for both of them, A quiet sob escapes you. Jack steps closer, lending his shoulder.
You rested your head on him as the tears fell. It was comforting, a soft gesture. He still loved you deeply despite it all.
"It hurts," you said. "Nothing ever prepares you for this part of the job. No matter how many times you see it." Jack nodded in agreement, gently squeezing your shoulder in a soothing way.
"I agree." he says. "But you're strong, you'll bounce back." he offers. you smile softly at the sentiment. "Not as strong as you think," you utter softly. His expression shifts, he bits his lip, a contemplative glace forward. You're in his arms- somewhat, again and he misses it. He feels himself softening, warming for you. Just like it had during your marriage. The spark was igniting again it seemed.
You had been miserable apart, but now working together again, you had been put on the same shift, compassionately working together.
"I was never the strong one," you say with a slight frown. "You were."
He's flattered, although not selfishly. "Regardless, It hurts me just as much, but I've had worse, the sun still rises the same." he says, something about the early morning hours has a way of extracting honesty from people- or the exhaustion and vulnerability at the end of a long shift.
"Losing you hurt worse than any of it."
You pull away wiping your tears. "Jack- I-" before you can say much he's cut you off. "What are we doing?" he says, turning towards you, your faces are close together. You can smell the faint cologne on his body.
"Jack," you sighed. "We're divorced,"
"So? people get re-married, you can't pretend you don't still love me forever." his sly tone made you flush. The way he could read you cover to cover with just a glance. "And after tonight, I can't pretend like I don't need you anymore. Life is too short, too precious."
He reaches in his pocket, pulling out a shiny wedding band. "I only stopped wearing it because I didn't want you to be upset over it." he confessed. You had kept yours on a locket, un-conciously keeping it close to your heart.
"I couldn't be upset with you over that." you said.
"I'm sorry, for everything." He said. "You didn't deserve to be put through any of that, and I'll live with that guilt forever, but, Fuck. I still love you."
All the worries, the exhaustion, the stress, the pain of the day washed away with just 3 words. Your tired eyes wander to his, you feel the pull, the magnetic connection now reignited. You are speechless, and he is desperate for an answer, a slap across the face-which he believes he deserves, the harsh rejection he anticipated was met with only kindness.
"I never stopped, Jack." you said with a smile.
He kisses you, softly at first, and then tenderly, your arms finding their was around his neck while his rested on your lower back, pulling and holding you close to him.
âIf youâre not scared, then youâre not taking a chance. If youâre not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?â
Your voice cut into him sharper than the knives he had been dealing with on the line. The musty Chicago summer air was unforgiving. He had a cigarette, half-smoked between his fingers. Carmen sighs.
"I- I don't know," The back alley of the restaurant has a slight breeze, a relief from the afternoon sun. You sit next to him on the curb.
"It's complicated." He tries.
"I know," you retorted. " But I think it's worth giving us a try."
"You deserve so much better than this." He says, taking a long drag. "You deserve someone who can give you the happy life you've always wanted."
You deflect his pessimism. "I don't want a happy life. I just want you, Carm."
Something stirs in him. He wants to cry, he wants to choke, but he stays quiet. He's imagining his brother, what advice he'd give him. something like 'She's good for you, don't fuck this up'
"I love you." He says quietly. "But my life is a fuckin mess right now."
"That's fine, I love you, too," you said. He was always taken aback by how kind and patient you were with him when he was fragile like that. "I can work with a fucked up mess," you chuckle slightly. "I've dealt with a lot worse."
"I can't," he bites his lip. "I can't dump my shit onto you it's not fair."
"You aren't," you assured. "I want to be part of your life."
"It's always hard. There's always shit going on- I'm impulsive, and I push people away, and I choke it down."
"That's okay."
Your words rang in his ears. He couldn't understand someone loving him; his insecurities were intense, and he was exhausted from work.
hi!! could please i request a whitaker x fem!reader where reader is a RN and gets attacked/injured by a patient on shift and lots of hurt/comfort ensue
thanks!! <333
Hours, Minutes, Seconds
AO3 version here
Pairings: Dennis Whitaker x fem!reader
Summary: You finally get the opportunity to work with Whitaker, each of you treating one of a feuding pair of patients. When you get caught in the crossfire, he's there to patch you up.
Content: hurt/comfort, blood & injury, swearing, medical inaccuracies (probably), mutual pining, first kiss, no use of y/n, s1 era Whitaker
A/N: eeee my first Pitt request, thank you so much!! I love writing hurt/comfort so this was perfect, I had to resist the urge to stay up late finishing it but hopefully it's better for having revisited this morning
Word count: 3.5k
Itâs one of those days where the world feels like itâs spinning around you faster than you can keep up with it. Youâve jumped from patient to patient with barely enough time in between to catch your breath - first a kid with a fractured collarbone from falling down the stairs, then an elderly man after the residential homeâs morning checks, then a burn victim, then an accidental overdose. Hours have passed by in a flash. Youâve sat with every single one, performing their initial assessments and helping to talk through their treatment plans, before either providing them medication or passing them along to one of the doctors. Being a nurse is so fulfilling, but there are times when you wish it wasnât quite so exhausting. The coffee youâve managed to grab in a rare thirty seconds of peace (or is it five minutes, who knows) is scalding against your tongue.
Time passes strangely in the ED. Hours can feel like minutes, while minutes feel like hours. Everything is an intricate dance of rushing and focusing, bodies ebbing and flowing. Sometimes, when it gets quiet (something you quickly learned to never say out loud), youâll take five minutes on the roof to remind yourself what daylight looks like, to look out over the city and remind yourself why youâre there.
âHey, uh,â a voice breaks through the mental fog, and you glance up to see Whitaker hovering on the other side of the desk, âis anyone available to help with a patient? Please?â
You smile to yourself. He always takes the time to be polite, the same way youâve noticed he always takes the time to offer extra comfort to his patients when they seem like they could do with the company. Beside you, Princess and Perlah mutter something to each other. Itâs in Tagalog, as usual, but youâre pretty sure you hear your name.
âYouâre up, honey,â Dana appears behind you with a hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see her giving you a knowing, almost mischievous grin. Goddamnit. You should have known that one offhand remark about him being cute when you first started in the Pitt a couple of weeks ago would come back to bite you on the ass. Since then youâve worked with him a few times in passing, giving him patient notes or running into him when the two of you get pulled into helping in a trauma bay, but this will be the first time youâve ever actually teamed up.
âMiss Gibson, Cadie, this is one of our RNs,â Whitaker greets the patient in North 3, gesturing for you to move into the room and pulling the curtain shut behind you. Youâre met by a young woman, most likely in her late teens or early twenties, dressed in a bloodied cheerleader uniform with her blonde ponytail a mess and clutching an ice pack to her face. She seems thoroughly uninterested in the introduction. He continues, âSheâs going to give you some stitches while I go and check on your, uh, friend.â
âSure thing,â you say with a hesitant smile. The way he lights up makes your knees go weak before youâve even made it out of your seat. You throw Dana an embarrassed, faux-irritated look as you follow the student doctor down the hallway.
The girlâs face twists into a snarl. âThat bitch isnât my friend.â
You try not to recoil from the acidity in her voice. Luckily, Whitaker explained the situation on the way over: a failed manoeuvre during cheer practice had left the other girl with a sprained or broken ankle and a goose egg of a bump on her head, but in a fit of anger and upset on top of the pain sheâd lashed out at her supposed friend, who she blamed for not catching her properly. The two had scuffled, leaving both with scratches and Cadie with a black eye and a deeper cut on her forehead. He just needed someone to treat this girl, keep her distracted, while he went and looked after the other.
âNot to worry,â Whitaker assures her, âsheâs being treated as far away from you as we can manage.â He leans in to whisper to you, out of earshot of the girl, and his warm breath tickles your ear as you become increasingly aware of how close he is. âSheâs in South, so Iâve got Olsen waiting in Central in case either of them try anything. Shout if you need him or, you know, me. Iâll help in any way I can.â
You smile, watching him fidget self-consciously. âThanks, Whitaker. I should be fine.â
Cadie, who has heard none of this, pipes up from the bed. âYeah, you better keep her away - she fucking bit me!â
Whitakerâs eyes widen, his fingers tightening on the tablet heâs been holding all this time. âYou didnât mention that when I was checking your injuries, Miss Gibson.â
She rolls her eyes and pulls up her top to reveal two semicircles of red welts on her side. You feel the boy beside you start, but you reach out a hand to fend him off, to silently tell him Iâve got this, go do what you need to do. Unintentionally, your fingers brush across his chest, and you both freeze.
You try to make polite small talk with the girl, but you can feel the blind rage boiling in her veins every time your hands meet her skin. The conversation fades, leaving the hubbub of the department outside behind as you begin to patch her up, cleaning out the scratches on her arms and the bite on her side before moving your attention to the gash on her head. In the distance, you hear a call for assistance in one of the trauma rooms, and Whitakerâs voice. You could pick him out no matter how loud the crowd is, you realise. Thereâs no time for thoughts like that. You turn back to your patient. Her head is not as bad as it looked at first, there was just a lot of blood but now that youâre sure itâs stopped you wipe that away to reveal a cut that can be held together with butterfly stitches. Youâre just reaching for them on the cart when you hear the curtain slide back and Cadie tenses.
He clears his throat nervously. âIâll check back soon.â
The other girl hobbles into the space, her ankle braced but still usable. âNo fuck you, you useless bitch. How am I meant to go for the scholarship now?!â
âWhit-â you start, turning to face a petite redhead in a matching bloodied uniform. Your heart plummets. âMaâam, Iâm going to have to ask you to leave. This is a private treatment area.â
âYeah, fuck you, Kira,â Cadie spits. You whirl on her, begging with your eyes for her to back down until you can de-escalate this.
âHey now,â you soothe, trying to position yourself between them, âletâs keep things calm.â You allow your voice to raise, not enough to aggravate them but hopefully enough to catch the attention of one of your fellow nurses outside. âCan someone grab Olsen, please?â
Cadie scoffs. âYouâd never have got it, you canât even get the routine right.â
The redhead, Kira, lets out a banshee screech of pure hatred and launches herself forward. You step purposefully into the space in front of her, one hand on her chest to hold her back, but behind you the other girl leaps off the bed and surges towards you both with nails outstretched. She claws at the arm grappling over your shoulder and you turn to try and keep her away before she can do any damage to the girl or to you. Your foot catches awkwardly between the two of them and you stumble ever so slightly. Both seize their opportunity: Cadie swipes harder, her nails catching the side of your neck, while Kira takes a blind swing. You can only assume she thought you were going to move or fall out of the way, but in your attempt to stay on your feet and keep them apart her fist collides with the side of your nose. Your senses are flooded by the metallic scent of blood and a sudden awareness of how bright the fluorescent lighting is. The impact causes you to stagger back, hands to your face. Cadie gives you a final shove to clear herself a path to attack. You fall. Hard. Spots dance across your vision as your head collides with the cart on your way down, and you slump against the wall. Both girls are at each otherâs throats, and for a moment you think Kira is about to rip Cadieâs ratty ponytail out by the roots when a white-shirted figure bursts into the room and pulls them apart, restraining one. Dr Robby is hot on his heels, holding back the other girl. You canât tell who has got who, only that theyâre both screaming and kicking and itâs only the frenzy of the situation that gives you enough power to dodge the blood-spattered white trainer swinging towards your face. Someone else stumbles into the room, hesitating on the threshold.
Everything happens at once. Seconds feel like minutes. Minutes feel like seconds. Time races and stands still.
âWhitaker, get her out of here!â Robby barks.
The quiet engulfs you, broken only by the thudding of your heartbeat in your ears and behind your eyes and the laboured breaths of panic coming from the boy still clutching your side. The seconds stretch to minutes. His hand still doesnât move. You let it stay there.
The third figure is at your side in an instant, a blur of sandy brown curls as an arm wraps around your waist and helps you to your feet and past the curtain. Neither of you stop until youâre in the break room.
âShit,â Whitaker mutters, as much to himself as to you, as he helps you sink onto the sofa and scurries around to find tissue and an ice pack for the blood streaming from your nose. âAre you okay to stay here for one minute?â
You groan as you press a wad of tissue to your nostrils and the ice pack to the side, certain that youâll have no trouble following that command. With the way your head is spinning, youâre not going anywhere. He nods, his hand slipping from your waist to your forearm and delivering a reassuring squeeze before he leaves. You sit forward, willing the blood to stop. Not that it matters - itâs already all over you. Your nose probably needs checking, almost definitely if Whitaker and Robby have any say, but with the impact falling somewhere between there and your cheek youâre pretty confident itâs not broken.
The door clicks again, and through the haze you hear his voice. âHey, just me.â His face, doe eyes wide and brow tight with worry, returns to your field of vision along with an armful of supplies: painkillers, a few cotton pads, a bottle of clorhexidine and some butterfly stitches for the gash on your forehead - the irony of that isn't lost on you. You knock back the tablets with the cup of water he passes you, while he soaks one of the pads. âThis is going to hurt. Iâm so sorry.â
You wince at the sting against your forehead. ââS not your fault, not like you invented antiseptics.â
âNo, I mean for all of it. I shouldnât have left you alone with her, knowing what she was like. Did you get hit anywhere other than your nose and head?â With that hand thatâs not pressing a second tissue to your nose, you reach up and tug on the collar of your grey scrubs to reveal whatever scratch marks have been left.
His fingers are gentle where they rove across your skin, and slightly calloused. In the heat of the moment, you hadnât noticed heâs not wearing gloves. You resist the urge to swallow, knowing he would feel it. Itâs almost a given that heâs detected your racing pulse, but at least you can blame that on the adrenaline spike and the blood flow that is finally starting to let up. âGood news, she didnât break the skin. Unlike on the other girl.â
The huff of a laugh you let out burns at the back of your nose and you inhale sharply, scrunching your eyes shut. Whitaker apologises again. âYou donât have to keep saying sorry,â you say gently, âitâs okay. Hazard of the job. I knew something would happen eventually.â
âI know,â he sighs, âbut on the first time we properly work together and I wasn't even there? I just don't want you to think I don't care.â
âI don't think that at all.â
âGood, but will you still let me check you out?â You make a small noise of amusement and his eyes widen. âOh my god, I'm so- I didn't mean it like that, I meant can I check if you've got any other injuries? After Iâve sorted this one?â
When you nod, he leans forward, hooking a finger under your jaw to tilt your head towards him and the awaiting stitches. Your breath stutters at the gesture and the sudden closeness of his beautiful face and you speak before you can stop yourself. âEither works.â
His hand hovers over your forehead. âUm.â
âSorry,â you murmur, aware of how hypocritical that is. âI don't want you to think I don't care either. I wanted to work with you, not just because Dana told me to. I, ah, may have told her I think youâre cute.â
Seconds become hours. Your breath stills. Youâre convinced the moment has lasted so long that youâre going to suffocate under the scrutiny of those soft blue-green eyes.
The tips of his ears turn pink and he becomes very invested in the stitch he's applying. For a moment you worry you've gone too far, that he genuinely didn't mean the double entendre and really does just want to check for injuries, and now he's embarrassed about having to reject you. When you open your mouth to take it back, his gaze flickers to your eyes and then down to your lips.
After what feels like an eternity, he clears his throat. âCould I get you coffee some time? Not from here, unless you want a coffee just now and I can make you coffee. But can I⊠take you out? For coffee?â
You bite your lip to hold in the smile that threatens to split open your entire face, watching the way his eyes drift to the movement again. âCoffee sounds great. Going out, not from here.â
âOkay, good,â he relaxes, finishing off your cut with his lips pressed into a small, shy smile.
âHow do I look, doc?â you quip.
The blush extends from his ears to his cheeks and down to his neck. âAs pretty as someone can look covered in blood. Want me to get you a fresh set of scrubs?â
When you nod gratefully, he turns his back while you strip down to your undershirt. It's deeply endearing how thoughtful and respectful he's being, but you can't help the urge to tease him. The opportunity is right there. âSo much for checking me out.â
âI-â his gaze flickers back instinctively before remembering you're half-dressed and shooting towards the ceiling. One hand runs through his curls while the other reaches back for your soiled scrubs. âSorry. Iâll be right back, and Iâll make sure nobody else comes in.â
The moment heâs gone, you fold. The rush of before gives way to a new sensation, lighter and warmer but just as exhilarating. You hadnât meant to tell him you thought he was cute, hell, youâd barely even meant to tell Dana. The word still lingers on your tongue, blending into a potent cocktail with the tang of blood and the sharp clinical antiseptic and the soft vanilla of his shampoo so close you felt like you could taste it. He was cute, he is cute, and both are the same and different. The first time you said so, it was just because he has a nice face and that quiet manner about him that instantly puts you at ease. Now itâs because heâs gentle and caring and patched you up as though you were something precious and he looked at you so tenderly and god he asked you out for coffee. And you said yes. Before him, youâd have thought twice about going on a date with someone from work. These things have a tendency to get messy. But now heâs seen you scared and bruising and covered in your own blood. Thatâs messy, and he chose you anyway. The thought makes your stomach erupt with butterflies.
You nod, dragging a cushion into your lap just in case.
When he returns, itâs with neatly folded scrubs and a bashful smile, which only grows when he sees the cushion in your lap. âHow are you doing?â
âOkay,â you shrug, tentatively lowering the tissue. The first one was soaked through in bright red, but this one is cleaner, already dry. You give a testing sniffle. Nothing but a slight ache. âGetting there.â
His eyes crinkle a little as he crouches, offering you the scrubs. He doesnât need to say anything, you find you already understand him enough to know. Slowly, you unfurl your legs, carefully adjusting to keep yourself covered, and his fingers skim over your bare skin to check for bruises. When you receive a satisfied nod, you offer him your arms. He checks those with just as much diligence, then takes your hands and helps you to your feet, already averting his gaze before the cushion falls away. You feel heat creep into your cheeks, not an unwelcome sensation. Once your new trousers are on, you give him a gentle nudge. He turns, and you roll your undershirt up as far as is decent. Nothing there. He reaches out, hesitating, until you nod and he shifts the neckline. Thereâs a small bruise blossoming on your collarbone from being shoved, but itâs nothing too serious. His fingers brush against it anyway.
âYou done checking me out, Whitaker?â you ask playfully. The words arenât supposed to come out as low as they do, but thereâs a lump in your throat that youâre not ready to shift even if you knew how to.
To your surprise, he raises an eyebrow. âNot even close, but for now I think youâre okay.â His hand settles on your waist again, more confident this time, as he helps you to sit again. He knows you donât need the help. You donât stop him. He turns for a moment, soaks one of the cotton pads in the sink, and returns to sit beside you. Gingerly, like heâs afraid of breaking you, he brings it to your face and pats away at the column of blood running from your nose to your neck. He falters over your lips, watches the way they part with a breath not taken.
âCan IâŠâ he begins, trails off, tries again. âIs it okay ifâŠâ
âYes,â you exhale. It doesnât matter what the end of the question is.
The pad slows as it glides over your mouth, above and below the lips before bridging the gap. Of all the absurd thoughts you could have in the moment, you find yourself wondering how badly all this has messed up your lip gloss. The cotton moves away, replaced by a thumb gently running across your bottom lip.
âWhitaker,â you urge.
âItâs Dennis.â His voice is as soft as his touch. âCan I kiss you?â
His lips are softer than you expected, and not at all forceful. The kiss is sweet, patient, unhurried. The seconds fade into minutes which fade into seconds. When he pulls away, it feels like itâs been forever and still not long enough. He looks at you with pupils blown wide, and you feel yourself melting into his admiration.
Words fail you. You nod.
He takes your hand, fingers weaving through your own and thumb rubbing circles across the back. âIf youâre sure youâre okay, Iâll leave you to finish getting cleaned up and changed. I should probably go update Dr Robby.â
The corner of your lip quirks up into a cheeky smile. âIâd wait a minute, if I were you.â
âWhy?â
âBecause youâre bright red.â
He somehow flushes even more. âOh. Right. Good plan.â
Shakily, he reaches for another cotton pad to help clean the remaining blood from your neck until his own drains away to somewhere other than his cheeks. You know for a fact that he can feel your heartbeat thundering, but you donât care. You want him to know. So you say nothing, you just sit with his ministrations and think about blue-green eyes and vanilla-scented curls and soft lips and coffee, for however many minutes or hours it takes.
Summary: Former patient Amy invites Dennis & his partner to her farm for dinner as a thank you for everything Dr.Whitaker has done for her
"Thank you so much for hosting us tonight,"
Dennis says in a polite and gentle tone.
"No- no, I should be thanking you, Seriously, Thank you,"
Amy says, a slight smile on her face showing her sincerity. The baby makes a loud screeching noise, giggling and kicking their tiny feet, gently rocking the highchair.
"See? Even the baby says thank you." She chimes, smiling at her infant.
"Well, there's no need to thank me," Dennis says with a shy gesture.
"Nonsense," Amy demands.
"Do you need help with anything?" You asked.
"Dinner should be ready soon, if you would set the table?" She asks gently, swaying her way back to the kitchen.
You nodded, gathering silverware and dishes from the cupboards.
"You have a lovely home," You tell her as she hustles about the kitchen, preparing food.
"You are too sweet," She says, brushing her hands on her apron. "It's not much, but it is our home." she says, choking up a bit.
"It's beautiful." You say gently.
The oven timer begins a shrill beeping, at the same time as the infant begins to cry.
"Here, let me." Dennis says, emerging from the kitchen to coddle the infant that now had a dirty diaper.
"I would appreciate it," Amy says tucking her hair behind her ear.
"It's no problem," Dennis says gently cradling the baby. "It's good practice." He says with a soft smile, cooing at the infant.
"The diaper room is down the hall to the right." Amy says.
Dennis nods and disappears with the child. You catch yourself smiling at his caring side.
Amy nudges you gently. "He's a keeper," she says. You smiled abashedly. She places the roast on the dinner table.
"Yeah, I agree." You say in a shy tone.
You finish setting the table, and the food is now ready, steaming and filling the room with that home-cooked meal smell. delectable.
Dennis emerges with the baby, placing them back into the highchair.
"Dinner is ready," Amy chimes. "Please, enjoy."
You discuss various topics over dinner, from work life to books to farm animals. It was a wholesome conversation, and you were thankful to be part of Dennis' life in that way.
As dinner came to a close, and the evening was ending, you both helped the woman clean up and wash dishes before parting ways. She embraces each of you with a tight, heartfelt hug.
When you and Dennis were finally alone, he turned to you with a soft smile.
"See?" he chuckles slightly. "This life isn't so bad."
"It's nice," you agree.
"I'd like this for us someday," He begins. "You, me, A nice house, maybe some animals,"
You smiled at the thought of your future.
"Okay, Farm boy," you teased gently. "One step at a time."
You both share a chuckle and a glance.
"And whose going to tend to the animals while you're out there saving lives?" you cooed.
"Well," Dennis says, stepping slightly closer, your lips inches apart.
"I guess I'll have to be Doctor by day, Farmer by night." He jokes.
You roll your eyes and smile, and he leans down and plants a soft, meaningful embrace on your lips.
Reader shadowing under Robby, and she has POTS. Robby has one of his bad days, mocks the reader in front of a patient and another group of residents, and makes the reader doubt her skills as an upcoming doctor. She starts crying, saying she is not going to make it and might as well give up. And Dennis checks Robby in front of everyone for hurting his wife.
Wait this is actually so cute!! I'll work on it this week :D
