PHYSIICIIAN

[physiiciian]

INDEPENDENT SELECTIVE MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH

21+. MUTUALS ONLY. LOW ACTIVITY.

Sideblog to @medicusfemina

Promo found here

CURRENT CASES:

🩺 @hesjustcarter 🩺 @retrograderesemblance

🩺 @nursc / @tuskslove 🩺 @murkyhazed

🩺 @broughtpeace / @bydana / @knightfalling

🩺 @vuulpecula 🩺 @wcrriorhearts

🩺 @pinnedwings 🩺 @whatahuckleberry

🩺 @savingthrcw 🩺 @pmtcrn 🩺 @pittmash

🩺 @ofinkandalibis 🩺 @thatpregnantgirl

PROTOCOL

🩺 Hello! Welcome to Kenzi's dumpster fire of a blog!

🩺 This blog will be low activity. Thank you in advance for your patience with me. Though I can be slow, my DMs/Discord are always open to moots! I'm in my 30s, so this is a 21+ blog. Please respect this.

🩺 I ship chemistry and prefer for that to have time to develop, but never be afraid to approach me if you feel like chemistry is present. I’m a total ship w.hore. S.mut will sometimes be present on this blog, but is not required to ship.

🩺 Potential trigger warnings are tagged # CW *insert trigger here*. As for N.oah W.yle, if you’d be more comfortable not seeing him in my Robby replies to you, then let me know, so I can accommodate to iconless.

🩺 We’re all here to have fun. If you take issue with me or my blog, then please simply block me and leave it at that. You do you & I'll do me.

🩺 If you have any questions, feel free to reach out!

Full Name: 

Michael Ezra Robinavitch 

Faceclaim: 

Noah Wyle

Age: 

Early 50s

Height:

Position:

6’1”

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Senior Emergency Attending Physician at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center aka “The Pitt,” Pittsburgh, PA; Previously a Resident of Big Charity Hospital, New Orleans

Known Family:

Ezra Robinavitch (Paternal Grandfather)(✞); Odelia Robinavitch (Paternal Grandmother)(✞); Caleb Robinavitch (Father)(✞); Hannah Robinavitch (Mother)

For More, visit Robby’s Wiki.

[ofinkandalibis]

Lorelai visibly relaxed at his reassurance, shoulders dropping for what felt like the first time since walking through the doors.

“Okay. Good. Because my brain was about three seconds away from deciding she secretly needed seventeen surgeries and a titanium leg.”

She glanced toward where Rory was getting her cast done before looking back at him.

“And thank you. For not rolling your eyes at the panicked mom routine. I know I can be…” A pause. “A lot.”

Her gaze drifted briefly to the business card still sitting between her fingers.

“Also, Stars Hollow? Wow. So you do know the secret town requirement where everyone eventually becomes emotionally invested in everybody else’s business.”

A small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.

“And trust me, the town is still exactly the same. Taylor’s probably passed six unnecessary regulations since breakfast, Kirk definitely owns three new businesses, and Miss Patty still runs on gossip and caffeine.”

A small shrug followed. “It’s weird, loud, invasive, and somehow still home.”

Then her tone became softer. “And for the record? People don’t usually stand around hoping someone calls them unless they actually like having them around.”

Lorelai immediately pointed at him afterward. “Which means if you’re trying to subtly guilt me into using the card, it’s working a little.”

[physiiciian]

“Panicked just means you really care,” he says with a light shrug, “I’d much rather see that than the sort of folks who can’t be bothered.”

Much like his own.

It’s good to hear Stars Hollow hasn’t changed a bit. Ever since departing for college out of state, Robby’s missed the convoluted small town antics like Miss Patty’s gossiping, Taylor’s monopolization of the local governing, often nonsensical town meetings, and the fact that the community was very tight knit.

He recalls the lyrics from that old theme song from Cheers: Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name. For a long time, he’d been itching to get away from it, but lately he can’t help but long for the familiar.

Fortunately for him, Lorelai is far more astute and forward than he initially gave her credit for. Rookie move on his part. He really ought to know better.

Grinning, Robby nods his head, having to give credit where credit is due, “Am I that transparent? I’d like to think I’ve a little more mystique about me than that, but yeah. Guilty as charged.”

Removing his glasses and tucking them back into the breast pocket of his scrubs, he adds, “If you’re willing, I’d very much like to take you out sometime.”

[artificialnocturnc]

Pulling through was a good outcome right? Kate nods her head, though she doesn’t look directly at him. She’s contemplating something that she doesn’t really want to contemplate and attempting to push it out of the back of her thoughts at the same time. How would she have felt if the answer was anything else? As selfish as she felt, her first thought wasn’t to be happy for the guy, it was to be relived that she wasn’t going to have to live with the burden of having fucked up.

A blink, his statement pulls her back into the moment and Kate just shrugs, mostly to cover up the fact she wasn’t listening and now she had to think of a reply on the fly. 

“If you want but…I think I’m okay,” not that she had a medical degree to make that assumption. Though, it’s not like she’s really taken stock of the state she was in, she hadn’t thought about it. Looking down at herself her fingers pinch her shirt, staring at the blood, then the hole in it. 

An almost uneasy hum leaves Kate, she doesn’t want to look at the potential wound under it, nor does she really want to draw attention to it. There are plenty of other people here that needed to be seen, if she did, Kate would feel bad about skipping the line in some way.

[physiiciian]

Considering the circumstances, he doesn't take no for an answer, taking her to the nearest exam room, washing his hands at the sink before pulling up a stool.

"Go ahead and undress behind that curtain there, and change into the gown," he says, gesturing to the folded garment on the exam bed.

While he waits, he retrieves his glasses from his breast pocket, fits himself with a pair of gloves, and slides a mobile tray of tools beside him.

"I take it this isn't your first rodeo."

He means thrusting herself into the fray to rescue someone, not enduring the grueling motions of the ER.

[pmtcrn]

god. the way he looked at her right now should've come with a warning label. her pulse kicked harder when his mouth pressed against her temple, his fingers brushing her hair back with a familiarity that felt far too intimate for something that was only supposed to be tonight. the low rasp of his voice against her skin didn't help either. sweetheart. that nearly did her in.

the reaction she got from him for that tiny touch alone sent another wave of heat through her. a soft laugh escaped her, though it came out quieter than before, roughened slightly around the edges now. her fingers tightened once against his knee before sliding higher for just a second, barely brushing his thigh beneath the table.

andrea held his gaze for another lingering second before finally pushing herself to her feet, grabbing her bag from the stool beside her in one smooth motion. her fingers slid briefly along his shoulder as she straightened, eyes dragging over him once more before a faint, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "i concur," she added lightly, "let's go then before i lose what's left of my self-control." and honestly ? judging by the look on his face, she wasn't the only one.

[physiiciian]

The time it takes to reach his place is all a bit of a blur, if he’s honest. Between the mild inebriation and the lustful haze heating his body, he could hardly focus on anything else but the tantalizing anticipation of what’s to inevitably take place.

Robby can't unlock his fucking door fast enough, fumbling as he inserts the key into the lock, the tumblers responding with a sharp clank before he's practically staggering inside.

He tosses his backpack to the side, followed by his coat, turning to face his guest with a lustful stare and amused smirk.

"I'd ask you if you want another drink, but hey, we both know where this is going. Might as well cut to the chase, yeah?"

Not that he wants to necessarily rush her either. He would like her to be comfortable.

Eager to get formality over with, Robby opts to step forward, eyes scanning her once over with an almost boyish glimmer as he comes to a stop mere inches from her. He reaches out and smoothes his palms along her arms.

"Just tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen."

[maviyenot]

[ozarkthedog]

NOAH WYLE as JOHN CARTER III ER 10.10 | “Makemba”

[physiiciian]

OOC. Would anyone be interested in writing with Robby during his residency years?

[bassiter]

[eloiscbridgerton]

THE PITT 2.07 – 1:00 P.M.

[jackabbot]

I love him so much

[pittgifs]

[hesjustcarter]

A troublemaker...

Carter's upper lip curled into a sneer. As a young boy, he'd often heard the same thing from his teachers -- how he was troubled, and sought attention -- but this wasn't a cry for the chance to be seen. If anything, he wished to disappear, to be able to do his job and be with Cassie in peace.

Before he could think to snipe back at the attending, Ahmad and Donnie seized Carter by the arms, and wrenched him away from Robby in a staggering fury. Temper flaring, Carter thrashed again for good measure, his cheeks burning white-hot as he growled, "I'm calm, I'm calm! Let me loose!"

“Get a hold of yourself, Dr. Carter, or I’ll have you escorted from this building in cuffs,” Robby threatened. “Wouldn’t want Dr. McKay to see that, would you?”

If Carter hadn't been chastised with such a possibility, he might have spat at the other man's feet. He was sick of his smugness, sick of his self-righteousness, and jaw clenching, he bit back, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? This all started because you, a grown man, couldn't stand the thought of seeing someone else happy." Shaking his head, he sneered. "It's pathetic. You can threaten me all you want, but you can't keep me and Cassie, two other grown adults, from seeing each other."

[physiiciian]

Unconvinced, Ahmad and Donnie keep Carter’s arms tightly locked as Robby’s steps in front of him, face reddened and hair mussed from the sudden and strenuous exertion.

“You can’t be this fucking dense,” he sneers, “So deep in your own shit that you can’t see you’re dragging her down with you!”

Though his voice is kept low, there’s an undeniable bite to them, with such a look of burning disapproval in his eyes he might as well be scolding a child.

“Think about it, asshole. What’s going to happen down the road if you stay as you are, huh? You want to force her to raise you alongside her kid? Put the responsibility of your sobriety on her shoulders so you don’t have to bear that weight alone? It’s fucking selfish. That’s what you are!”

“Should I call it in?” Ahmad asks.

Robby should have this behavior reported. He knows that. But damn him for a fucking fool, as stupid as the man in front of him.

“For McKay’s sake, I’ll let this slide. So help me, Dr. Carter, act this way in my ED again, and I’ll have you thrown out on your ass, got me?”

With a tilt of his head, the pair relinquish their hold on the younger man and Robby mumbles his gratitude to them both before they slowly take their leave.

“Might want to go get some air. Take a lap. Get your fucking head right.”

This was not-so-subtle code for ‘get the fuck out of my sight before I force you to.’

[artificialnocturnc]

@physiiciian asked: You did good today. Really good. (Robby; @ Kate)

A hum leaves Kate, more out of surprise than anything else. The complement, in her mind, had come out of nowhere. “Oh-” a shrug, an automatic response because if she was going to be honest it feels kind of…strange to her. “Pure luck I guess…” Really she has no idea what she was doing.  It wasn't like Kate had any medical training, but she had a shit load of common sense. More than she really wanted to have. She could do the maths in her head. Kate knows at least it’s not when a hunting arrow hits something that most of the damage is done, when they pull it out. So don’t pull it out. 

“I kinda figured you know, blood being on the outside of a person is a no no, so you probably wanna keep it all up in there.” then of course, she has to make a joke of it, because it’s really one of the only things keeping her grounded. 

The damage done to her feels irrelevant. Cuts and scrapes, the blood looks worse than it is and she’s almost sure some of it isn’t hers. Which is a thought she doesn’t want to dwell on any longer. 

For a moment she’s quiet, contemplating how here feels like  New York is at times. The first really nice weekend of the year and the entire place loses its mind. Unfortunately she the later it happens the more insane it seems to be. Like all of the stored up frustration over the cold and snow was released into the universe at once. The train of thought is a distraction from the question she actually wants to ask him. 

“Is he okay?” Really what she’s asking is ‘is he still alive’ but wording it as such feels dark in a way, and she doesn’t’ want to acknowledge the actual seriousness of the situation. If anything, Kate always skirts just above it.

[physiiciian]

A breathy chuckle follows an amused smirk, “Uh, yeah, preferably blood remains inside the body. Don’t worry, my staff have him stabilized. He’ll pull through.”

The sanitizing station makes a distinct whirring noise, coating his palms in disinfectant. The scent is clean and potent, but it dries out his hands. He’ll need to grab lotion from his desk soon.

Robby can’t say he’s well versed in people like this, the heroes of society who don’t have a more stable and paying career path for their daring deeds, but he admires their efforts all the same. Those who risk their lives for others aren’t given enough credit these days.

“You don’t look too worse for wear, but you might want to let me examine you. Just in case. Can’t be too careful.”

[wcrriorhearts]

@physiiciian continued from here

Wanda could see the weariness trickle into Robby's stance as he faced her, shoulders slumping as he prepared for the inevitable: that she had caught feelings and he would have to end things, before they got too serious. Unfortunately for both of them, the situation was much more complicated than that and had become far more serious than a mere bout of infatuation.

"Yes, yes, I know, you'll want to end things if I break the rules of no strings attached by falling in love with you and even though you are quite striking and I do enjoy our time together, I was always aware of your objections against deeper human connections, so you can hold your horses in that respect", Wanda said, lifting her hands in surrender, before he could get any more words of regret out.

"This is not what I need to talk to you about, even though I think as a grown ass man of your age you should work on overcoming your commitment issues, but that is another topic." Given this was the definite end of whatever they had been in the past weeks, Wanda might as well be honest. "No, the problem at hand is much more uncomfortable for the both of us a less easy to solve than just feelings, but I would be an absolute bitch not to tell you about it and so here we are." In an empty trauma room during their shift, because they had not seen each other in days and Robby had avoided her texts, undoubtedly thinking she was about to confess her undying love for him. Idiot. He wasn't that great.

"My period is late. Like...late late."

[physiiciian]

If there’s one thing Robby can always count on, it’s that Wanda will always be impenitently forthright, digging at his less admirable traits in the process. Of course, her version is a bit skewed. It isn’t about not wanting to fall in love. It’s about not being adequate for such a responsibility. Robby’s capriciousness stems from deep insecurity, all rooted in undeniable evidence that he’s not fit to be a long-term romantic partner.

Besides, to see and know the deepest, darkest parts of him has driven away those he cares about time and time again. He’ll pour his blood, sweat, and tears into his work, but taking such a personal risk willingly is simply too much to ask of him.

He doesn’t need to have his medical degree to register the implication, his expression shifting but a fraction as it all sinks in.

When the initial shock recedes, Robby purses his lips, nodding slowly. Briefly, he considers asking whether or not it’s his as a way to lighten the mood with humor, then thinks better of it. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he nods toward her, taking a cautious step forward.

“This is on my shoulders, too, but seeing as you’re the one who’ll endure the brunt of the pregnancy, I’d like to hear what you want to do.”

Another tentative step in her direction as he further treads, “Whatever you choose, I’ll support you.”

[physiiciian]

michael ezra robinavitch !

For a minute there, he could've sworn his Safta was calling him in that stern, commanding voice she would use whenever he'd done something foolish and worthy of scolding. He hasn't heard it like that in well over twenty-five years.

It makes the hairs on his neck stand to attention and his shoulders sag forward as though to make himself appear smaller, perhaps more easily overlooked.

At his current height, of course, it's a fat chance.

Upon recalling the present, he flushes red and clears his throat as he shifts his weight from one hip to the other.

"How the fuck did you learn my full name? Pretty sure I had it redacted on file."

He was kidding, but suddenly he wishes he's thought to do so.

[faememes]

Call my muse by their full name, see how they respond.

[physiiciian]

i love reading your portrayal of robby, specifically the way you write his mannerisms which i think really add to his character!!! mun is also absolutely lovely!

*Michael Cera Voice* I try really hard, actually. 🥹

Bwuah tysm, Sammy! ❤️ You're amazing and I'm thrilled to be writing with you!