Nurse Brianna Riley

Jack has the decency to look sheepish when she agrees that he was an asshole. and he really couldn't blame her. he'd been drowning in survivors guilt and anger. while trying to get a handle on a growing addiction to pain meds. it wasn't safe for any of them. but least of all the two little girls that had been none the wiser to what was going on. at least he'd hoped that they hadn't had any idea what was happening. they knew now, of course they did. as soon as they had asked for answer he had given them without hesitation. no worry spared to what it might make them think of him.

he'd done the work in the meantime. made sure that he would never become that person ever again. that he would never be trapped in the dark without the understanding of how to ask for help.

and he would never blame Bri for taking time to trust him again. to let him show up and be part of the girls lives again. sure it was never going to make up for what had happened. nor was it going to change that it had. but he'd missed enough firsts. Jack hadn't wanted to miss the rest.

a part of him wants to laugh when she seems to need clarification that he had very much meant with him. "no the other guy you had two kids with."

it's a poor attempt at a joke. one that didn't fit the conversation, but his skin was already crawling with the growing anxiety of essentially laying his every vulnerability at her feet in this moment. he knew that she would let him down gently if she hadn't considered it. they'd both grown a lot in the last nearly twenty years of this dance. falling in and out of bed with each other. being more than just parents with separate lives. but never quite what they'd used to be before his last tour.

"never stopped thinkin' about it…"

his shifts his weight from prosthetic to foot and back again in an attempt to get the dread and anxiety curling itself around his ribs to dissipate. but never moving far enough to dislodge her hand from his face.

“OH, you mean ROBBY,” she teases lightly. “What can I say? I dream about that beard all the time.” Bri pretends to get a far off look for a second before he speaks again, a little quieter she almost doesn’t hear him. She pushes joking aside at his confession.

“Yeah?”

She raises her other hand to brush through his hair. Once. Twice. Before she drops it to his other cheek. “Neither did I,” she admits, thumbs running over his jawline. “I did try dating once. But it was unfair. Kept comparing everyone to you.” A small almost sad smile crosses her lips, not quite reaching her eyes.

“You are annoyingly one of a kind, Jack.”

It hadn’t been fair. No matter how hard she’d tried to move on her mind had always wandered back to him. She probably hadn’t given any of her dates a fair chance. It was hard to try and let someone else in once you thought you’d found your person. And once they’d hurt you so well. Left you with broken pieces to pick up and try and mend on your own. While also raising two daughters. No, she’d never moved on properly. And if she had to admit it, she had never wanted to.

#threads.#jabbotmd

the response has him looking away from her, rolling his shoulders and sucking his lip against his teeth. she wasn't wrong. he had a very short list of people that he called when things weren't going well. and as much as he tried to avoid calling her as much as he could, sometimes she was the only one that he wanted to talk to. still the conversation didn't stop him from leaning into the touch.

"no, pretty sure the night you left you told me that you don't love me anymore. which is fine. I was an asshole that night." Jack hadn't even blamed her the night that she'd left. a consequence of his own actions. deep in ignoring his own mental health to the point of ruining the good things in his life. it had been a long process but it had been the kick in the ass that he'd needed to get into therapy.

"you, uh... ever think about giving it another shot?" it wasn't something that he should be asking. but he couldn't help it. the alcohol had made his tongue loose and the vulnerability easy to lean into.

“You really were,” Bri said, agreeing. She’d finally gotten over defending his actions. He’d been downright mean and horrible to her at that point. They’d both said some pretty terrible things looking back on it. Something had been in the air. It’d been brewing for a while and come to a head that night. She and the girls had moved out soon after.

“With you?”

She wasn’t sure what to say to that. It had been a devastating breakup for her. Hell, she still had bi-weekly therapy; not completely because of the breakup but it had gotten her to talk to someone. Vent. Not keep everything to herself and let it spiral inside her head like she normally did.

“Do you?”

The Jack she was sitting beside now was a very different man from whom she’d broken up with all those years ago. He was older and dare she even think it, POSSIBLY wiser. Not completely as stubborn but still a problem some days. But he also looked lighter than he had then. Like some kind of weight had been lifted from his shoulders. His reactions seemed more genuine.

He was more than just a weekend dad to their two girls now. Sure, they were mostly grown up now and didn't need their parents as much but Jack and Regan were a lot closer now, more like close friends than father and daughter. Maggie was only just at college now, still living with her mom while she went to school. But her relationship with her father had continued to improve over the last several years. Jack of now tried. He showed up and put in the effort.

She had to admit sometimes she felt her mind wandering to what could have been if things hadn't gotten so rough. How different their family dynamic could be. But she'd been more concerned with protecting her kids than suffering through a doomed relationship at the time. And eventually it had changed to her knowing she deserved better than what she'd been given. She definitely wasn't completely faultless in the relationship falling but she'd tried. Just like he had at the time. It just hadn't been enough. Things failed sometimes. It happened. But she didn't regret it. She had two beautiful daughters that he'd given her and she wouldn't trade that for anything.

"Do you?" she repeated, genuinely curious now.

#sympatheticdominance #threads.

busyw0man

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

#sinday memes.#memes.

8nin

Getting horny from making someone else horny is so much more fun.

#about.#isms.

@pittcaptain asked: “I’ll walk you home. You can pretend you don’t need me to.” 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 | Accepting

Bri slung her bag over her shoulder. She'd picked up a day shift that had run long. She was surprised Robby was actually finally going to leave. While she had no room to say anything, as she'd stayed over too, she hadn't expected him to leave with her.

"I see chivalry isn't dead," she teased him, "Okay." The sun was just starting to set as they left the hospital. She didn't necessarily need him to walk her home, but she had a feeling it was more than just to benefit her, this little walk they were setting off on.

#pittcaptain #threads.

Continued from here | @sympatheticdominance

"Doesn't matter if you've had worse," Bri says more to herself than to him as she inspects the wound, carefully feeling it out. It was definitely worse than he'd let on. And deeper. "Shit, Robby. I think this might need stitches." She inspected it a little longer, making a mental list of what they'd need to clean him up as she looked him over. She lifted his shirt a little higher to make sure there was nothing she was missing. Thankfully this was it.

"Pull off your shirt," she said before walking over to the drawers to begin pulling out supplies. "Are we doing this on the books or hiding it from Gloria?" She needed to know if she had to start a chart for him. It was his call. Though if he made a stupid decision she might reconsider.

@jabbotmd asked: “You said you don’t love me anymore, but you’re still here.” 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 | Accepting

"And you still keep calling."

They were both bad at this. They were supposed to be broken up and yet they kept falling together, again and again. They just couldn't stay away. Somehow they were always thrown back together no matter the situation.

A hand cupped his cheek. Fingers brushed over the stubble. "I didn't say I don't love you anymore. I said I shouldn't." There was a difference.

#jabbotmd #threads.#brokeback mountain voice: I don't know how to quit you

@jabbotmd asked: “You’re staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?” 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 | Accepting

"What can I say? I'm enjoying the view," she said with a slight shrug, smile still tinting her lips. They were about three drinks in at this point. The hum of the bar mixed with the lowered lights and alcohol were lulling her. She was approaching tipsy but not quite there yet. Bri was still showing some self control. "Do as you please, Dr. Jack. I trust you," she teased lightly.

#psa.#you are never a bother #come at me

iknowitwontwork

REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

thunderousmemes

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

(starters inspired by too many drinks, city lights, and the kind of honesty that only comes after midnight)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

“You look like you could use another drink… or a bad decision.”

“Don’t tell me you came here alone.”

“I’m not drunk, I’m just—emotionally flexible right now.”

“One more round, and I might actually tell you what I’m thinking.”

“I didn’t plan on running into you here.”

“You’ve got that look—like you’re either about to confess something or start a fight.”

“You’re staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?”

“You ever think about how many bad ideas start with a shot glass?”

“You dance like you’re trying to forget something.”

“It’s way past decent hours—what are you still doing out?”

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓

“You can stop pretending you’re fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.”

“I thought you didn’t drink anymore.”

“It’s funny—liquor makes you honest, but you still can’t say what you really want, can you?”

“You shouldn’t walk home alone. I’ll come with you.”

“You always talk like this when you’ve had too much.”

“You smell like smoke and regret. It suits you.”

“Let’s make a pact—we don’t talk about this in the morning.”

“You shouldn’t have kissed me. But I’m not asking you to stop.”

“You ever get drunk enough to think the world might love you back?”

“We’re both going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t we?”

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I’ll go first.”

“Tell me a truth—just one. The kind you’d never say sober.”

“You’re going to forget this conversation in the morning, right?”

“If I told you I missed you, would you blame the alcohol?”

“You keep drinking like you’re trying to forget something. Or someone.”

“I didn’t mean to call you. My hands just remembered your number.”

“Why are you crying? Don’t tell me it’s just the gin.”

“You said you don’t love me anymore, but you’re still here.”

“Do you ever wonder how we got this lost?”

“Sometimes, I think the night listens better than people do.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 — quiet streets, unspoken things

“I’ll walk you home. You can pretend you don’t need me to.”

“It’s too late for goodbyes, isn’t it?”

“We shouldn’t have let it get this far.”

“You can hold my hand. Just for tonight.”

“Do you ever wish you’d met me sober?”

“Don’t fall asleep yet. The world feels softer when it’s still spinning.”

“Stay until the city forgets our names.”

“You look different under the streetlights.”

“Promise me you won’t vanish when morning comes.”

“I don’t know what I’ll remember most — the taste of the drink, or you.”

#memes.

he doesn't need to be told what he was walking into when he makes his way to the break room after making it very clear to Mr. Stuart that shit like that wouldn't be tolerated. it wasn't often that he had to let the military in him out, but he was more than happy to do so when need be. and when patients get a little too rowdy, he felt like that was best time to let it loose. Bri didn't have to agree with that.

and the look on Parker's face when he catches her eyes from across the department tells him that he's in for it.

he doesn't bother with the usual tactics he'd have employed if she was anyone else. instead he lowers himself into the chair across from her and leans on the table. a snort leaving him as she uses her nurse voice to politely tell him off.

"trust me I know," he offers as he runs a hand over his face. "next time I'll just let you take the bedpan to the head." there's a teasing lilt to his voice knowing that he was likely just going to piss her off again. but really it was worth it in the long run. she was one of his favorite people to bicker with.

"wont even argue when you get sent home with a concussion and sure as shit wont help with that stack of paperwork Gloria will slap you with."

he knew better than anyone that she didn't need to be saved like some damsel in distress. that she could very easily hold her own. but what was the point in losing a nurse to something like that when he could just put a stop to it.

She puts her mug down on the table, leaning forward to look at him, scandalized that he would leave her alone with anything related to Gloria. "You wouldn't dare." If anyone hated the woman as much as Robby in the hospital it was Brianna. Thankfully she didn't have to deal with her that much. Lucky for the both of them honestly. Her favorite thing when Gloria was around was to see her and Robby going at it.

"What, you're gonna let me go home alone with a concussion? Some doctor you are," she teased right back. "Robby would probably have me admitted before Gloria could even say 'workers comp who'. " As if she'd get any compensation. She'd more than likely be blamed and have to apologize and come up with a way she could have de-escalated the situation and how it was her fault for getting injured.

Okay, fine. So she was glad Jack had stepped up. But she really could have handled it herself. She was already ready to block the bedpan when it had started coming for her. Worst thing would have been a hurt hand from deflecting it. Now all that was hurt was her pride. Instead she was all in one piece and drinking coffee in the break room that she hadn't even had to pour herself.

"Thank you for pulling me out of there," she finally said before picking up her coffee again.

#threads.#jabbotmd

if he rolls his eyes at her purely because she can't see him do it, that's his business. he knew damn well that none of the things that he did were what his therapist had meant. there had been plenty of arguments between them because of it. but that wasn't going to stop him from continuing to do what he was doing. it got him through the day and that was the point. and if that was a problem well… he'd deal with that another day.

learning about Louie has his body stiffening slightly, something that most people wouldn't even notice. but he was sure that she would given their proximity at the moment.

"Louie? our Louie?" because that's what he'd become. as much as he was a frequent flyer who didn't seem to care about his own well being. he'd become their friend and brother. someone that was a joy to see even though it was because he'd drank himself into another medical situation. he might have been a pain in the ass, but he'd always been their pain in the ass. a curse slips from him low and disbelieving when she doesn't correct him.

he guesses that's why Robby had called him earlier.

the question pulls him out of considering the loss that had happened today. the one that had likely taken place while he was out trying to keep others from also being lost today. a snort leaves him. "as if you're gonna let me out of here without it. just slap some saniderm over it so I can quit smellin' the place up."

She definitely notices when he stiffens. Bri gives his unharmed shoulder a small squeeze before moving to find the saniderm in one of the drawers. The room falls silent as she digs through the drawers. Her thoughts a mix of what happened to Louie and what could have happened to Jack; how today could build to be worse. Spiraling silently.

By the time she's behind him again a frown is on her face and she 'accidentally' pushes a little too hard on the bruise as she applies the saniderm. "I can't believe you weren't going to get checked out," she finally says, her annoyance clear. "You spend so much time taking care of others and yet you can't even give me five minutes to take care of you. What kind of message do you think that sends."

Bri presses around the bruise to make sure the saniderm is secure. "Just let someone take care of you for once." Even if it was just some ointment on a bruise he couldn't reach.

margoterobbies

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#visage.

leneemusing

MEDICAL THEMED PROMPTS ( pt. 1 )

THE PHYSICIAN / NURSE

❝ i know this hurts but i need you to breathe, we're almost done. ❞

❝ can you open your eyes for me? ❞

❝ how long have you been experiencing those symptoms? ❞

❝ i can't help you unless you tell me the truth. ❞

❝ i know you wanna get discharged and go home, but we have to keep you for observation just a little longer. ❞

❝ i know you're scared, but you're in the right place. we're gonna do everything we can to make you better. ❞

❝ next time, call your general practioner or come see us sooner. google is not a reliable source. ❞

❝ just a few more stitches and we're done. ❞

❝ does it hurt when i touch here? ❞

❝ we're gonna get you fixed up, i promise. ❞

❝ i'd appreciate it if you could sit still and let me work, please. ❞

❝ sorry, could you repeat that last part for me? ❞

❝ is there anybody we can call for you? ❞

❝ it'll be a long road to recovery, do you have anyone at home to help? ❞

❝ it's a sprain. we'll get you a brace. ❞

❝ it does look like it's fractured, we're gonna get some imaging, okay? ❞

❝ you wanna see your x-rays? ❞

❝ bad news is its broken. good news, it's a clean break. with proper care and some physical therapy to follow up, it should heal well. ❞

❝ so you are going to need surgery. ❞

❝ don't worry, it's noninvasive and outpatient. ❞

❝ it is an invasive surgery, but we have some of the finest surgeons on the case. ❞

❝ we're a teaching hospital, is it okay if i let some student doctors observe? ❞

❝ i'm actually new. this is my first day. ❞

❝ i've never done this procedure before—well, except on cadavers. ❞

❝ that was unprofessional, i apologize. ❞

❝ tell me what's going on today? ❞

❝ you wanna tell me how you managed to get a gunshot wound like this? ❞

❝ that is a nasty laceration, what happened? ❞

❝ you know your blood type? ❞

❝ i know you haven't had the best of luck before, but i'm a new face. fresh ears. i am listening, i promise. ❞

❝ i'm sorry you've had a bad experience. i promise i believe you. ❞

❝ any pre-existing conditions we should know about? ❞

❝ how many fingers am i holding up? ❞

❝ we're gonna need to draw some blood. ❞

❝ you're right. i should've listened. ❞

❝ you need to listen to what i'm saying. ❞

❝ i know it sounds really scary, but we see it all the time. ❞

❝ it's manageable and you'll be able to live with it. but you have to follow the treatment plan. ❞

❝ if you keep moving like that it's gonna hurt more. please sit still. ❞

THE PATIENT

❝ honestly it doesn't hurt that much. ❞

❝ uhhh...that's not? normal, right...? ❞

❝ i'm sorry you said i'm gonna have to do what? ❞

❝ sorry, uh. could you repeat that? i'm nervous i wasn't really listening. ❞

❝ i hope it's not cancer. ❞

❝ well doctors do make the worst patients, what can i say. ❞

❝ could you just hold my hand for a second? ❞

❝ there's no one. it's just me. ❞

❝ shit—yeah, that hurts. that really hurts. ❞

❝ can i get outta here any time soon? ❞

❝ you look kinda young to be a doctor. ❞

❝ i thought i was fine but it just kept getting worse. ❞

❝ could i get something for the pain? ❞

❝ no—no drugs. please. ❞

❝ you're telling me it's 'just stress'? what's that supposed to even mean? ❞

❝ no one ever believes me. they think i'm exaggerating. i'm not making this up! ❞

❝ i just feel like i can't breathe. ❞

❝ that's a lot of blood... ❞

❝ how long is that supposed to take? ❞

❝ i'm scared of needles. ❞

❝ am i gonna be okay? ❞

❝ i-i'm so stupid. i should've been more careful. ❞

❝ do i really have to wear those gowns...? ❞

❝ what? what does that mean? ❞

❝ could you explain that again? ❞

❝ i'm having another episode. ❞

❝ i feel like i might pass out... ❞

❝ kinda wish i didn't have to be discharged. feels safer here than out there. ❞

❝ well aren't you doctor cutie? ❞

❝ have you ever done this before? ❞

❝ my veins are kinda tricky, try my left arm. ❞

❝ thank you. i mean it. ❞

❝ sorry i'm not trying to take it out on you i'm just really stressed. ❞

❝ i kinda hate hospitals. ❞

❝ don't come near me. ❞

❝ don't touch me! ❞

❝ that wasn't so bad. ❞

❝ there's air bubbles in my iv. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be difficult, it's just my condition is kinda particular and only my gp knows the details. i have this folder here that explains everything. ❞

❝ don't look at me like that. i know my own body. ❞

#memes.

she's so damn bossy. but he's not about to sight fighting her now. not when she was clearly upset about the whole thing. instead he just does as he's told, the ache in his shoulder already setting in and making the process more difficult than it needed to be. he wants to tell her to quit when she sets about helping him out of his shirt, but it wouldn't do any good and he knew it. he needed a shower desperately. sure that it was no treat being stood anywhere near him.

"considering the state that Hiro is in, I can't say that you're wrong." he knew that he could have come out of this worse. they all could have. the forth of July was a wild time to be doing anything. it was hot which made people make stupid choices. and of course he'd picked up a SWAT op, but it was better than being at home pretending to sleep while normal people set off fireworks and screamed all day. his neighborhood was usually quiet. today, however, was not one of those days.

a scoff leaves him at the question, crossing his arms as she sets up a whole tray for a bruise. "hell no. I don't want to deal with Gloria or the cops. I'm just going to shower and get to work, you know that." she probably shouldn't even bother with the gauze until after he'd showered, but she was on too much of a mission at this point.

"how's the day been outside me stressing you out?"

'You have hours before your shift starts' she wants to protest but she knows him. Mr. Police Scanner. He just couldn't stay away. "I don't think this is what your therapist meant when they said get a hobby," she muttered under her breath as she took a cotton swab of ointment to his bruise. She uses just enough to give him a small coating. She pauses.

"Not the best," she admits. "We lost Louie earlier." She lays the swab back down on the tray. "He's in the viewing room if you wanted to see him before he gets picked up." She gives a small sniff. She still couldn't believe the guy was gone. She'd been seeing him come in for years. Day shift, night shift. Didn't matter. He was a constant presence in the ED. Always brought smiles to the nurses' faces.

Bri debates whether or not to pick up the gauze she'd laid out. If he's just going to go shower there was really no point but hopefully the ointment could at least start to numb the probably sore bruise for a bit. "Gauze, no gauze?" she asks, trying to change the topic. She could always cover it in plastic if he wanted to leave it on but she had a feeling he wouldn't want to.