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# ℝ𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥-𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕩𝕙- an independent and semi selective roleplay for Cheif Attending Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch from the HBO Max 's show  The Pitt. Crossover, other fandom, OC and duplicate friendly. penned by Ciara (she/her, 30+).

001: 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 ● 002: 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕤(tbd) ● 003: ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 ● 004 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 ● 005 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕘 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖

𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤: @bruisedconscience ○ @alwaysxinxtrouble ○ @drmckayera ○ @pittresilience ○ @equallibrium ○ @hacker-codeq ○ @troubledmedic

ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕪𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪: @multimedics

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: This blog contains mature content and language 21+ advised. Personals DNI

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"Almost tempted to disagree, but for once you are right. My bias is really showing here, maybe we stick to work rather than standing around stroking your ego." He mused, offering a small smirk. It was no secret out of the ED attendings Robby was the hardest to get along with, he was sure plenty of department heads had their horror stories of having to deal with him either pushing orders off onto them or sending patients up without approval. It was almaot worth the fact he was the one ED attending that didn't get pushed around by the other departments out of fear for what Robby could do to them.

Maybe he just had a soft spot for young well to do med students that actually showed promise and cared about the job just as much as he did.... well, both things can be true.

"The fact you would even offer is why you are my favorite." He mused, handing the file off to Bill as he rounded the patients bed side to get a look at his vitals.

"Yeah... theres the thing. Any seasoned attending would tell you never to answer the page until you get the scans." Robby admitted, offering a guilty looknas he turned to look at Bill. "But since you've already started your assessment, looks Ike mister Walsh is Neros brand new patient and a fast track to a bed upstairs."

Robby shrugged a bit as he laughed. "Sorry, hate to pull it on you, but I really need beds cleared." He added, glance back to Bill as he stepped up to examin the patinet. "Low grade fever and intermittent aphasia."

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"Ah-haha, don't go getting cute. Theres no helping chairs." Robby admitted with a tense huff, seemed anytime they were making headway out there more priority boarders from the ambulance bay would come in and disrupt the flow.

But one had to imagine chairs as conquerable otherwise you'd never make it through a shift.

"Oh, come on. You are already here, have the chart in your hands and everything." He stated, gesturing towards the tablet. It wasnt his proudest move but in the interest of getting more critical back from chairs they had to move these stable unclaimed patients out. He didn't have time for the ICU, Ortho, or Surgery to try and tell them they didnt have any beds.

They all knew that was a damn lie.

Robby huffed a laugh, following Bill to the door as he glanced back at the patient. "Okay, name your price."

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A confused look crossed Robbys features as he looked from Jonathan to the patient being wheeled into trauam one. The man hadn't been in the building for more than two or so minutes, it was almost hard to believe in that time Jonathan had come up with a diagnosis to justify the use of the quarantine protocol.

"Are you talking about the young man that was just brought in two minutes ago?" He asked, cocking a brow at the attending with a scoff of a laugh. "You are good Doctor Reid but not that good, I'm not triggering a quarantine call until the patient has been properly triaged."

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"I am listening, and I am noting your concern despite the fact you have not made first contact with the patient to defend this argument of yours." Robby stated simply, steepling his hands together as he gestures towards Jonathan.

"I'm sure I don't have to remind you how assuming Zebras when there are none... helps no one. It winds up the staff and concerns the patients. None of which we need, not with our patient approval ratings already in the toilets. Which is normally something I don't care about but if you case a panic where its not needed its not you that gloria will be bitching to."

"And I am telling you I am chief attending, I am not letting an all call go out before we have tests back and its reportable, gut feelings not enough here." He stated in a firm tone as he grabbed a tablet from the docking station, ready to divert to another patient only to be cut off as Doctor Reid insisted once more. A hardened look crossed his features as he glared at the other.

"Dana move the patient in five to quarantine." Robby grumbled out to the charge nurse. "Issue the PPE protocols."

"For what, christ whats the kid got?" Dana questioned as she grabbed for the red phone.

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The response brought annoyance to the surface, if they didn't have a point he would have happily made his position clear, but he wasn't here as the cheif attending, or even a doctor. "Sorry, just... will you take me to him, is he okay?" He asked trying to keep his tone low and even as he followed the doctor back through the winding halls to a Frank dimly lit room.

The soft overhead lamp exposed how frale and small the senior resident look. How bad had he let it get that he didnt notice how small Frank had become until this moment, the pillow looking like it could swallow him up effortlessly.

"Christ." He breathed, stepping forward to make his way over to Franks bed side, to take his hand. "How much blood did he need transfused?" He questioned, thumb soothing over his knuckles as he spoke.

"His pulse-ox is down... it must have been a lot.."

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"Thirty-three... fucking Christ..."

He knew when he was carrying him into the ED how bad it was and yet he couldn't stop himself from forcing his mind to only think about the positives and perhaps less on the idea that he'd never see Frank again or worse. That he would but nothing would ever be the same between them ever again.

Then again, he had thought that about rehab and look where that got them..

A soft breath rasped out of the attending as he kissed Franks knuckles, holding his hand close to try and offer the other comfort. Why hadn't he pushed harder, why did he let Frank live in this delusion everything would be okay? Maybe at one point he believed it himself, but when had life ever worked out like that for him?

"And the baby?" He asked, but he already knew the answer, there was no way that amount of blood held hope for the baby to be okay. Yet still he looked to the doctor with hope, seeing that solem look on their face...

"Right... of course. Fuck..."

Robby took to the stool, letting his head rest against Franks bed with a tired sigh. "Just... just do what you need to to make sure he's okay. Thats all I care about."

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Don't let him regret this...

A soft sigh parted Robbys lip as as John pinned the badge to his shirt. As nervous as it made him a part of him was excited to show his son off, as if he needed a reason, orna time of day really to steer the conversation into gushing about John. He was sure his coworkers must be sick of it at this point.

"Good, take this it'll make you look offical." Robby mused as he handed John a clipboard, smirking to the other as he wrapped an arm around John to lead him back towards the central holding area.

"Tell you what, I'll let you take a history." Robby mused, offering a small smirk as his gaze landed on Mark, walking over to pull the patient chart from his hands to pass it over to John. "My shadow is going to help you take a history."

Robby shrugged out of his white coat, grabbing Johns arm before he stepped into the patients room, handing it off to the other as well. "They trust the white coat."

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Robby offered his attending a kind smile, not exactly Hippa regulated but John could pass for a very young med student. He doubted Mark would go running to Morgenstern to till him of his tresspasses, though keeping it on mind they better steer clear of Benton for the rest of the shift. Seemed Benton had it out for him, or at the very least strongly assumed he was no good at his job.

"Ought to train em young, that way I can get to retirement sooner." Robby mused, wrapping an arm around his son. "If you were smart you'd have Rachel in here scrubbed up and ready to assist." He joked, winking at Mark.

Glancing over to John, Robby rubbed at his arm. "You are going to do great okay, just follow Doctor Greenes lead." He mused, letting the other go to let John follow tentatively behind Mark to his patients room. "Don't touch anything just the history!"

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"Robin?" An amused smile pulled across Robbys lips as he stepped into the exam room, it felt odd seeing her in this light, almost wrong. She didn't belong under these harsh lights only the warm natural glow of the sun far far away from this building.

"Well, wasn't expecting this was hoping I'd never have to run into you at work." He mused, badging into the terminal as he put his glasses on.

"What brings you in today?"

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"I think the coffee shop is more our speed." He mused, offering a quick, tight-lipped smile as he types a few things into the chart just from his visual examination.

The way she held her bruised and battered hand to her chest let him know at least what he would be working with. "Yeah, looks like you got yourself a nice bruise there, and the swelling is telling me perhaps its a little serious." He mused, pulling on a pair of gloves as he took to the stool, rolling over to her bedside.

"Let me get a look here, how the pain on a scale of one to ten, one being a headache and ten being a crushed femur."

Robby glanced over the rim of his glasses as he took her arm delicately, using gently pressure around the swelling to feel any obvious break.

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married rabbot where jack wears two wedding rings everyday,his one from robby and his one from his late wife.

married rabbot where jack is never working on the anniversary of her death ,and robby makes sure of that.

married rabbot where robby always buys flowers to go on her grave and went to her grave before his and jack's wedding to promise to take good care of jack for both of them.

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“Stop playing hero!” - from Langdon

"Oh, fuck you. As if you are anyone to talk. Thirty days away in rehab and you come back acting like the face of mental health and spiritual guru to the stars when all I need from you is to do your damn job."

"A job I still don't trust you to do. I don't care how you want to see me, I never claimed to be a hero... I'm not, but at least I'm not acting like everything is better now."

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"Morning." The attending greeted, rounding the corner to see Sal sitting at his desk, he could only assume then that ment the other was waiting for him. "Waiting for me, how kind. Must mean you either got good news or bad news."

Dropping his bag off under the desk Robby took the moment in his hunched over position to lean in a kiss the others cheek in automatic greeting. It had come to be the default greeting between them beyond the walls of the hopsital, it only took a split second for him to realize they were not beyond the walls of the hopsital in fact.

"Shit.." Robby huffed, pulling back to offer a guilty look in turn, eyes scanning The nurses station to see eyes on them already. "Great... perfect way to start the day."

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THE PITT : DR ROBBY

never take advice from someone who's falling apart

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I heard a rumour that you knocked up your resident... twice.

"Unless someone has a baby they aren't telling me about... not sure exactly who we are talking about."

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❝ i’m all yours. ❞ - Mark

"Doesn't feel like it sometimes..."

He couldn't lay fault on Mark for that feeling, he knew what this was going to be, how it was going to operate even before the first night they spent together. Doesn't take a genius to know how a relationship with his direct superior would go. They couldn't be out and open about it, never mind what the staff would say, what would Morgenstern say...

What would he do?

Robby sighed softly, pulling away from the door to let Mark inside despite that feeling, despite the voice In his head that told him every time wither one showed up at the others front door that they shouldn't be doing this. Last thing he wanted was to get Mark in trouble, even if all he wanted was to be in his arms and ignore everything else beyond them.

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The emergency department moves around him in the same controlled chaos every trauma center seems to share, but John's attention keeps drifting to the same attending. He'd recognized the name on the schedule before he'd ever seen the face. Then he'd looked up from his tablet that morning and felt the air leave his lungs. Since then, he'd caught himself watching from across the department more times than he cared to admit, picking up little things without meaning to—the way Robby spoke to patients, the dry humor with the nurses, the habit of rubbing the back of his neck while thinking through a case. Every observation made the knot in his stomach a little tighter. By the time he finally spotted him alone outside a patient room, he realized if he didn't walk over now, he probably never would.

Taking one steadying breath, John crossed the hall before he could talk himself out of it. He stopped just short of the attending, offering the polite, slightly uncertain smile that had carried him through countless first days.

"Dr. Robinavitch?" he began, shifting the tablet beneath his arm. "I'm John Carter... the resident." His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the edge of the tablet before he continued. "I know this is probably a strange question, but..." He hesitated, searching Robby's face for something he couldn't quite name. "...do you have a minute?"

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It didn't escape him, the eyes, the attention. Not just from the new kid, but the other staff as well. It was his buisness to know anything and everything that goes on around here, so gossip never went far without Robby catching wind of it. He was all too aware how odd this situation was and it was one he was ready to avoid fully.

He didn't know how to handle this, how to deal with a resident that was a black mirror into the past of his own medical journey. It was a past he was ready to bury and never think about again. He didn't want to be reminded of the young and dumb kid he once was.

All the mistakes...

All the heartbreak.

He was sure he'd make it the whole day without interacting with him but it was clear fate had other plans. Robby stood in the door way watching two medical students take a disoriented patients history when the voice called his attention. Eyes snapped over to see...

Shit...

"Uh... right. Yeah our newest R3. Yeah been hearing a lot of talk about you today." He hummed, glancing away from the other. "Uh..." he sighed softly, pushing away from the wall to face the other.

"Whats up?"

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"Yeah, that got you huh. You like that?" He asked softly, firming up his grip slightly to pull Frank closer to drag his tongue over his neck. "I'm going to fill you up just the way you need." His free hand moved to sooth over Franks stomach, smirking a bit.

He watched the other with amusement as he worked quickly to get undressed, slipping back into his lap once he was done. He grasped at the band of his boxsrs but paused, a soft whine rumbling in Robbys chest.

"Go on baby, its all yours."

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"What, too much? I think you like it." He whispered, nipping at Franks lower lip as the other worked his boxers out of the way. He forced his breath to stay even as Franks hand grasped hold of his cock, stroking over him just fast enough to get him intk full hardness.

"No condom." He repeated, looking to Frank as he rocked up into his hand. "I know, I want to breed you nice and proper, just the way you deserve baby." He whispered, breathing catching in his throat as he moaned softly.

"Come on baby, ride me."

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"I know it doesn't feel like it, I know you might not believe me, but you are, perfect. Okay?" He asked softly, tilting his head a bit to try and catch Franks gaze, but the other seemed to have his focus set elsewhere.

"Mm,, okay okay.." he muttered, eyes squeezing shut as his back protested the angle, allowing Frank to get the bottom half of his clothing the rest of the way off.

"No condom." Robby stated simply, hand moving up to gently grip Franks jaw. "Want to fill you completley." He whispered in a deep husky tone as his hips rose to meet Franks thrusts.

"I want to taste myself when I press my tongue in after I'm done."

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"Yeah, that got you huh. You like that?" He asked softly, firming up his grip slightly to pull Frank closer to drag his tongue over his neck. "I'm going to fill you up just the way you need." His free hand moved to sooth over Franks stomach, smirking a bit.

He watched the other with amusement as he worked quickly to get undressed, slipping back into his lap once he was done. He grasped at the band of his boxsrs but paused, a soft whine rumbling in Robbys chest.

"Go on baby, its all yours."

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"You are perfect to me." He whispered, eyes watching Frank closely, gaze following his to the surgical scars that still lingered and the pregnancy weight he was still dropping. Robby smiled a bit as his hand set over his stomach, soothing over to soft skin. "Still perfect." He whispered, kissing Franks shoulder.

It was his turn to sit back, giving Frank room to get at his belt, and undo the canvas carhart scrubs. A soft moan parted Robbys lips as Franks hand settled over his growing hardon, teasing over it as if to make his point.

"Mm, yeah okay I get it." He mused, offering a weak smile as he looked up to Frank. "Come on baby, need you so bad."

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"I know it doesn't feel like it, I know you might not believe me, but you are, perfect. Okay?" He asked softly, tilting his head a bit to try and catch Franks gaze, but the other seemed to have his focus set elsewhere.

"Mm,, okay okay.." he muttered, eyes squeezing shut as his back protested the angle, allowing Frank to get the bottom half of his clothing the rest of the way off.

"No condom." Robby stated simply, hand moving up to gently grip Franks jaw. "Want to fill you completley." He whispered in a deep husky tone as his hips rose to meet Franks thrusts.

"I want to taste myself when I press my tongue in after I'm done."