[catchymemes]

[weirdtranssexual]

call me crazy but i think public transportation should explicitly also be for actively drunk/high people. so they don’t, you know, drive under the influence.

[isuggestlandback]

If you ever wondered why they call tattoos and piercings "unprofessional" and "unsophisticated"

Source: Lainey Molnar

[headspace-hotel]

literally. Cesare Lombroso "father of criminology" and disgusting racist and eugenicist had a whole thing about hating tattoos, and he even explicitly said that tattoos were something that """savages""" did and that criminals got tattoos because their brains were similar to """savages"""

dont obey the racist bullshit

[rizbert]

the night shift exchange program | j.a.

professional yearner!jack abbot x nurse!reader

synopsis: jack doesn't realize how close you are to the day shift residents until they start stealing you from him. but he is definitely not jealous, no matter what the rest of the night shift thinks... - or - the 5 times day shift covers nights and the 1 you're asked to cover days

contains: jack is down BAD, santos/langdon twins propaganda, bsf samira mohan AND bsf night shift crew, me pushing my mowalsh agenda, jack has adopted the pittlings at this point, a l o t of blurred lines between people, age gap (reader is in her 20's), suggestive at times, everyone calls reader sweets, no use of y/n, this part is LONG it grew a mind of it's own (15.7k words i'm so sorry)

note: FIRST, happy s2 finale day!!! idk what i'm gonna do with myself but I have two other seperate fics in my drafts ready to post at the drop of a hat depending on how tonight goes -now, most importantly, i'm SO serious when i say i read every single comment, tag, and reblog on part 1 a million times over, i love every single one of you that read it and showing it love with my whole entire heart :') -this part when through soooooo many changes, it took forever for me to be happy with it and i hope it lives up to the unreasonably high standards i've set for it, there's so many jack x sweets moments I removed from this I might just put them in their own little world of mini fics at this point maybe? -this also STILL isn't the part i orginally set out to write so there is at least one more addition to the jack x sweets universe if anyone's interested -ENJOY <3 technically part 2 to this fic but they're both completely standalone, you don't have to read one to get the other

dividers by @uzmacchiato <3

1. Cherry Limeade Sweet Tea

The night shift could be…territorial. And that was putting it nicely. 

It was just different from days. You had to be hardwired a certain way to make it through full moons and haunting hours and eerie mornings when the world was deciding what it was going to be that day. There was a certain attitude, a very particular personality, you needed to have in order to stay sane. It definitely wasn’t for the faint of heart.

The residents tended not to acknowledge that until they actually experienced it firsthand. Shen and Ellis, who had been some of the only ones to master it and seen others crash and burn, called it trial by fire. Crus, who’d proven himself to be a fast learner, was more optimistic, said they just needed to keep an open mind. Jack thought they were mostly just overconfident. The constant buzz of the day shift, the ever present thrum of consistent questions, was absolutely nothing like the unpredictable chaos of the night shift. Most residents didn’t understand that.  

Dr. Samira Mohan, to your incredible delight, was one of the ones who thrived during the night.

She understood. She could adapt. She was your best friend, your closest confidant, the one you’d attached yourself to within a couple days of being at the PTMC. She was what you missed most about days. And you were what she loved most about nights. 

So when Ellis needed someone to cover for her one night she jumped at the chance. 

It started immediately. 

You’d left yours and Jack’s place early. Kissing him slowly on your way out the door as you shoved your scrubs in a tote bag larger than the one you usually carried, telling him you’d see him at work. He tried not to be offended when you told him Samira was waiting for you outside, you guys had an early dinner reservation before your shift. 

It was fine. That was perfectly normal. The world wasn’t going to crash and burn just because he had to skip his usual routine with you. He wouldn’t spontaneously combust because you weren't there, he wasn’t that addicted to you. 

But then you walk in with Samira and barely look at him. You continue your conversation with her even as you walk up to him and hand him his drink. You flash him a smile and kiss his cheek quickly before walking around the desk to set your drink in your usual corner. 

“Seriously I don’t know how you do it,” Samira waits for you. She lingers on the opposite side of central and takes a sip from a large drink in her hands. “I didn’t even know I could want this. What is it again?” 

Any other time this would be fine. Jack was not addicted or clingy or, god forbid, possessive. He liked to think he wasn’t like that. But you smile at her in that gentle way he craves constantly. And then Jack recognizes the logo on the pastry bag in Samira’s hand. 

It’s from the bakery you’d told him you heard about online. One you’d tried only once before and became obsessed with. You’d been talking about the memory of their donuts since he’d taken you to try it. It was out of your way so you rarely had it, usually saving the experience for special occasions. It’d been a while since the two of you had stopped by.

But now Samira was handing you the bag from that exact bakery. She’d driven you all the way there. And she was holding a drink from your favorite cafe. You’d bought her one too when you bought him his. You were beaming when you looked up at her and started walking towards her. You’d barely even glanced at him.

There’s a feeling that settles deep in his gut. This burning that feels like it’s poisoning him from the inside out that not even the drink you brought him can make go away. He feels the urge to make you look at him. Remind you that he was right there, that you didn’t need anyone else. 

Jack stabs his straw into his drink a little too harshly and takes a sip, swallowing back the jealousy he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t feel. 

“A cherry limeade sweet tea,” You wind your arm through Samira’s and start walking towards the locker room with her. “It’s got some added guarana extract for -”

“Extra natural caffeine. Slower absorption so you don’t feel the crash as badly.” 

“Exactly,” You face her as you walk, excitement taking over your features in response to the fact that she understands your choice exactly. Your head falls on her shoulder. “I missed you, I’m so glad you’re here.”

Samira rests hers on top of yours, she really needed this after… well, everything. “I missed you too.”

And it only gets worse from there. 

“This is torture,” Shen drops his head on the counter at central. “It’s like I’m not even here, Sweets hasn’t noticed me at all.”

“Tell me about it,” Jack mutters from where he’s standing a few feet over. His head is resting on one hand as he slowly clicks buttons on a keyboard one by one. 

“Aren’t you two needy today.” Lena says without looking up at either of them.

“We have a routine, okay?” Shen frowns as he finally looks up. “The two of us are supposed to be out in triage together right now. Who else am I supposed to tell every detail of my day off to?” 

Lena shakes her head, barely glancing up over the rim of her glasses. “You’re allowed to not be attached at the hip 24/7, you know that right?”

“I know that,” Shen rolls his eyes at that and points in the direction of where you and Samira are walking out of South 18. “Do they know that? I mean did they even get anything done on days?” 

Jack is staring at the corner where your drink always sits. His own is turning room temperature right next to it. He’d left it there soon after you had handed it to him, a silent hope that maybe he’d get to steal a moment with you later. He doesn’t realize Shen and Lena are looking at him until he looks up again. He sighs. 

“I actually think days was the most productive when they worked together,” The stolen moment with you he needed for his mental wellbeing was disappearing right before his eyes. “Unfortunately.”  

His attention shoots across the ED at the sound of your laugh. It wasn’t even 10:00 PM yet and he already felt like he was going through withdrawal. 

And to make it worse Mateo had apparently found a way to slot himself right beside the two of you flawlessly. He finds you guys and then suddenly the three of you are in the middle of laughing about something together. He swears he’s never seen any of you look so alive. 

Shen seems to notice the same thing. “Okay, that’s just not fair.”

“You know, either one of you could easily go and make conversation.” Lena shakes her head at them. 

“That’s crazy,” Jack shakes his head as if it was obvious. “I’m not gonna go interrupt their time.” 

Lena rolls her eyes and she’s already mentally preparing for it. It was gonna be a long night for all of them. Most of them anyway.

****

Emery Walsh was having the absolute time of her life. 

“Why so sad?” She leans on the counter next to Jack where he’s entering orders for an echo for one of his patients. She gives him a mock pout as she tips her head to the side. “Girlfriend ignoring you?” 

“She’s not ignoring me,” Jack immediately shoots her a glare. “We’re just busy tonight.”

Walsh looks around the ED. There’s not a single person in the hall and three whole empty beds. She even thinks there might be a couple empty chairs in the waiting room. “Are we in the same ED right now?”

Jack rolls his eyes. It’s an instinct that comes naturally whenever Emery’s around. He respects her, he does. She just has also mastered pushing his buttons like nobody else does. It’s a talent, really. “Is there a reason you’re down here?” 

“To see Samira, obviously.”

“You don’t have a surgery to perform or something?” Jack picks up the tablet with his patient information and turns away from her. Maybe she won’t see the irritation in his eyes.

“No? Your doctors don’t spend time moping around like you do. They’re actually good at their jobs which makes mine easier,” She falls into step next to him as he starts walking away from her without another word. “And I’m taking advantage of it to finally make my move.” 

“I repeat, don’t you have a job to go do?” 

“I’ll do it after I talk to Samira,” Emery sighs when Jack doesn’t even give her some smartass quip back at that. So she grabs his arm and stops him from walking away from her. “Look, I’m in a good mood -”

“Congratulations.”

“I’m gonna choose to ignore your tone,” She also ignores the glare Jack shoots at her. Again. “Why don’t you let me help us both out?” 

Jack’s willing to try anything at this point. “I’m listening.” 

She gives him one of those smiles he hates. One that means she’s clearly plotting something in her head. He’s convinced she could be a criminal mastermind if she wanted to.

“Hey,” Walsh grabs Shen as he walks past them. “Sweets and Lover Boy over here are gonna make a run to the good vending machines at L&D, can you grab Mateo and cover her and Mohan’s patient in North 4?” 

“Deal,” Shen lights up immediately and looks at Jack. “Bring me back some of the good gummy bears.” 

“Ooh, I want some of those too,” Walsh starts walking backwards towards where she’d last seen Samira. “And a pack of those cookies, the really soft ones.”

Another eye roll. “Anything else? Maybe a steak dinner while we’re at it.”

“Hey, cut the attitude,” Walsh points at him, a silent warning. “I’m getting you your fix, aren’t I?” 

He knows he can’t argue with her there. He watches as she walks into one of the patient rooms. Seconds later she’s sending you out. Alone. For the first time all night. 

Jack is making his way towards you without a second thought, rushing before someone can pull either of you away again. 

Your eyes light up when you see him and he thinks he could melt at the look you give him and the way you say his name. “Hi.” 

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts pulling you in the direction of the elevator. 

“Where are we going?”

He doesn’t say anything else until the elevator doors close behind you. That’s when he grabs you by your waist and gently pushes you back into the corner. 

“What’s gotten into you?” You giggle a little bit as you bring him in close. He only shakes his head, silently taking a second to just look at you. To memorize everything, your smile and how you feel against him and the glimmer in your eyes when he finally forces himself to look back at them instead of at how plush and soft your lips look right now. 

“Nothing,” His voice goes low, dropping in the silence of the elevator. You’re the one who leans forward to kiss him and he has to try really hard to bite back the moan he can feel building inside him. He forces himself to pull away, letting his forehead rest against yours. “Just missed you.”

“You’re cute,” The elevator doors slide open and Jack’s never hated a machine more. You push yourself off the wall, pressing yourself closer to him as you do. You squeeze past him and start walking out the elevator, glancing back at him over your shoulder. “You coming?” 

Jack makes it through the rest of the shift just fine. Until he goes to try and find you after rounds. He finds you and Samira together again. Walsh’s solution wasn’t viable long term, as it turns out.

“Hey, I have tomorrow off. Do you wanna go to that place we’ve been wanting to try?”

“Only if you’re up for it. God, you have to be exhausted.”

“I actually think this might be the most alive I’ve felt in months.”

At least he has time to practice his perfectly neutral response by the time you find him to let him know you’ll meet him back at home. 

“Have fun,” He kisses you in the safety of the locker room, sneaking his credit card in your bag as he does. “I’ll wait up for you.” 

You don’t bother arguing with him, knowing he wouldn’t listen to you either way. Jack is left watching you walk away, sighing deeply as he does and screwing his eyes shut to make an attempt to ground himself.

At least this was a one time thing. Everything after this would be perfectly fine.

2 & 3. Cucumber Mint Lemonade & Brown Sugar Shaken Espresso w/ a quad shot, extra hot

So maybe Jack had turned to the dark side. He’d taken a page straight out of Emery Walsh’s playbook. Not that he’d ever admit that to her.

He was scheming. Just a little bit. Not enough to be diabolical but enough for Mateo to definitely catch on and bribe Perlah to stay a bit later to linger so she could watch it play out and update him. 

This would work. It had to. It was going to. If there was one thing he could do right it was plan and he’d thought this through. Briefly. In the few seconds it took him to walk from the locker room to where all the day shift residents were hovering by the computers finishing their charting. It was good enough.

He had to do it now while you were distracted. Emma had pulled you away to get a second opinion on a patient, this was his best chance. 

“Shen needs a few of his shifts covered. I have four of them and need some takers,” He announces himself, making most of them look up. Samira’s about to say something and he puts a hand up. “Someone who isn’t Mohan.”

Jack doesn’t know if Whitaker does it subconsciously or on purpose but he watches it play out in slow motion. For just a moment Whitaker looks at him. Then his eyes find you across the ED and flick to Samira quickly after. Finally they flicker back to him and maybe it’s the guilt but he swears there’s a ghost of a smirk that Whitaker flashes him. He’s perceptive, Jack will give him that.

He looks a little smug when he asks, “Why not?”

“You all need to cover a night shift eventually,” The answer comes out quickly as Jack crosses his arms in front of him.  “You can’t keep sticking them all on her.”

“I don’t mind.” Samira is quick to respond. If she wasn’t in her last couple months of her residency she’d have asked to move to night shift the second you had transferred.

“I know. And we appreciate you,” Jack definitely feels just a little bit guilty. “But it’s also good for their experience as doctors.”

It was technically true. On top of that, he also couldn’t afford to be down an attending. If day shift didn’t have enough coverage half the time then the night shift definitely didn’t. Most of the residents were reserved for the day shift and his new one had only just started. And as much confidence as he had in Ellis and Crus to pick up the extra work, he didn’t want to put it all on them. Maybe he’d even get lucky and one of the newer residents would like it enough to stick around long term.

“I say we go top to bottom,” Santos leans back in her chair, gladly giving her eyes a break from her charting. She stretches in her seat before motioning beside her. “Langdon’s the only one besides Samira who’s got seniority here. Which means he gets to be our sacrifice to the night shift gods.”

“Oh, no,” Langdon’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head quickly. It’s comical watching him make an attempt at disappearing behind the screen he’s charting at considering how much he towers over it. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

That statement paired with the horrified look that flashes on Jack’s face is enough to intrigue every single one of them. They have to know everything immediately. 

“How come?” Santos looks more amused than she’s ever been, suddenly much more awake than she had been.

“I can’t do nights, I've tried,” A visible shudder runs through Langdon at the memory. “It did not go well.”

Jack figures he should disagree. He figures that as an attending, a chief attending, he should use it as a teaching moment. Tell them that they could never underestimate their jobs or whatever. But the memory of the absolute week from hell set off by Langdon’s presence in the ED past 9pm was something he didn’t think would ever stop haunting him. 

They still pretend it didn’t happen and calmly start ushering him out the second it starts getting just a little bit too late. So maybe they were a little bit superstitious. It came naturally when working nights.

“You weren’t,” Jack refuses to look at Langdon when he says it. “You weren’t that bad.” 

Langdon frowns, “You hesitated when you said that.” 

There’s silence for a second while Jack just looks slightly haunted. He can’t relive that week. Not right now. Or maybe ever again. So to change the topic he tells them, “If you guys can’t decide, I'm picking for you.” 

“Sorry, dad,” Javadi gives him a look that perfectly resembles a bratty teenager at the statement and Jack only rolls his eyes at her. He thinks that look alone might’ve aged him a bit. "Where's Shen off to that he needs four days off anyway?” 

“Back home,” Jack looks around for any sign of Shen and relaxes a little when he doesn’t see him, not wanting to set off another passionate ramble just yet. “He leaves on Thursday. His sister got last minute tickets to a concert he wanted to go to. Some pop star he hasn’t stopped talking about.” 

“I can cover a night for him,” Mel barely takes a break from her charting to look up at Jack. “My day off is on Friday and Becca has plans all weekend anyway. I don’t mind staying and pulling a double.” 

“Perfect,” And it really is. Mel had covered a couple nights before and she was good at it. There was definitely no possible way this could go wrong for him. He turns his attention to Whitaker, Santos, and Javadi. “I’ve got three more to cover.”

“I’ll take one,” Santos offers herself up next. “If only to prove that I’m better at nights than Golden Boy.”

“Okay,” Langdon spins in his chair to look at her and Santos copies the motion. “It wasn’t all my fault.” 

“You sure about that?” 

Jack doesn’t quite like the phrasing of that. He could already feel it backfiring on all of them. He stops their bickering before they can really fully start. He’s talking mostly to Santos when he says, “Night’s aren’t easy, you know.” 

“Please,” Santos crosses her arms, already pushing for a challenge. “How much harder than days could it be? Most people are sleeping already, what could possibly be different about it?” 

“Oh my god, wait!” Javadi sits up then, cutting off the comment Jack had been about to make. 

She’d spent the last few moments recalling every single bit of information she knew about both John Shen and also every major pop star. She knows exactly who he’s talking about immediately. 

“I’ll take the last two but tell him he has to bring me back some merch,” She’s typing something on her phone as she says it and Jack swears he hears Shen’s ringtone go off from somewhere. “I want the pink t-shirt, he’ll know which one I’m talking about. I just sent him the money for it so he can’t say no.” 

And that covers it. 

Sure, you’d worked days with all of them before. And okay, maybe Jack hadn’t actually realized how close you were to the residents until they’d started showing up at his place one by one on your nights off. 

But this was different. This was work. And not all of them were Samira Mohan, the one person you trusted as much as him, maybe even a little more. 

It’d be fine. It was only four days. How hard could it possibly be?

****

At first it really isn’t that bad. 

Mel is perfect. She’d done a week on nights a few months back and fit in seamlessly. Every now and then she’d pick up another night shift. And even now, in the middle of a double, she’s doing great. 

You bring her a drink at the start of your shift, a Cucumber Mint Lemonade, and at first nothing is different to how the night usually runs.

And then Jack notices that you are not letting him cling to you the way he tends to. 

It isn’t even on purpose most of the time. You’re just always there. You take whichever cases need you most, sometimes extras on top of them, and it’s the same way Jack picks up his. He’s used to maneuvering around you, a hand on the small of your back as he moves past you or feeling your hand on his bicep as you do the same. It just happens. He never notices how much he needs that until it isn’t happening. 

You spend almost every second of downtime during Mel’s shift at her side. The two of you spend all night talking about one of the shows you both watch, theorizing and debating and admiring. It keeps her mind awake and it keeps you busy, it’s a win win.

For everyone except Jack.

Every time he’s about to get his hands on you, you wriggle away from him and flash him a smile before you step just too far out of reach. You gravitate towards Mel and get really excited when you talk and it’s fine.

Jack just watches you talk and it’s okay. Honestly. 

But then you don’t even risk lingering in empty spaces with him and he finally acknowledges that he might be going crazy, actually. He nearly bites Mateo’s head off when he points it out and has to quickly apologize. And then begrudgingly admits that maybe he does have a problem. 

When the sun starts coming up somewhere off in the distance he overhears it.

“Hey,” Mel stops you before you can go check on a patient the two of you had taken on together. “Thank you.”

You tip your head at her, smiling but a little curious. “For what?”

“For talking to me all night long. I really like working with you. It was fun,” Mel shrugs a little bit and then goes silent as she debates whether or not to finish her thought. Ultimately she does, knowing you’d want to hear it. “And for listening.”

Your smile softens then and you nod your head. You hold your hand out in a silent question and wait until she nods a bit. You set it on her arm, a brief, present hold that tells her you’re there. You see her. It only lasts for a second but your point is made. “Of course. Always.”

Mel’s smiling as she walks away. She’s never minded night shifts but she thinks briefly that they’re significantly better now that you’re a part of them. Although that might just be a you thing, she realizes.

Jack keeps to himself for the rest of the shift. Without any more complaining. But when the clock finally hits 7:00 AM he puts Ellis in charge of hand-offs and drags you out of the ED, not even bothering with the mountain of paperwork he was leaving behind. 

****

The next night Jack finds out very quickly that he was completely right about Santos.

She’s the one that convinces him that there might actually be something out there that can sense when someone walks into the night shift with too much overconfidence and chooses to make their lives miserable as punishment. 

Jack had gone in early to finish his charting from the night before and the very first thing he sees when Trinity Santos walks in is her stumbling right into a gurney. The exact same way Frank Langdon had. She laughs it off. Just like he had. She even cracks the exact same bad joke that he had.

“Since when has that thing been there?”

He and Ellis share a look, wide eyed and absolutely terrified. They already know it’s going to be a very long night.

As hard as they try, they can’t pinpoint what it is that’s throwing Santos off her game. She chugs through the drink you bring her, a Brown Sugar Shaken Espresso with a quad shot, despite the fact that she’d specifically requested it extra hot. She just isn’t able to get a grip on anything. She feels like it’s her first day of med school all over again and it’s killing her. 

Jack tries sending Ellis to talk to her but she refuses to get within ten feet of her. 

“Abbot, I love my girl, I think she’s great on days,” Ellis is standing very safely on the opposite side of the ED as Santos. “But her and Langdon are like our version of the twins from the shining. I can’t go through that again.”

Jack sends Crus to talk to her next, figuring that maybe confiding in her senior resident for the night would help. It does. Briefly anyway. 

Just as she’s starting to get the hang of things in triage a teenager with alcohol poisoning ruins her scrubs and her brand new pair of shoes. She loses all control she’d regained in a fraction of a second. 

When she comes back wearing new scrubs and a pair of shoes she’d borrowed from you she pinches the bridge of her nose, “This is Langdon’s fault. I don’t know how but it is.”

And it somehow only gets worse from there. He sends Lena next but it’s no use. Nothing works. So finally, begrudgingly, Jack pulls you into the breakroom. He tells you to hang tight for a second and moments later he walks back in with Trinity. 

“Sit down,” Jack walks past her and plants himself in the chair next to yours. 

Slowly, Trinity walks closer. She looks between the two of you and then very carefully pulls the chair in front of the two of you out and sinks down. “Is this what it feels like when your parents ground you?” 

“Why do you think we’re gonna ground you?” Jack doesn’t even acknowledge the wording of the question. 

He’d gotten used to those comments almost as soon as the residents, your friends, had started spending time at his place. Mom and dad. Parents. You need to promise to never break up, I’m too old to be a child of divorce. Most of them were from Santos and Javadi and they were jokes almost all the time. But it also meant they were comfortable around him. They trusted him. There was probably some sort of HR rule against this dynamic but none of them really cared. They looked up to him and valued his opinion and the last thing he wanted was to make them feel afraid of having a bad day. He didn’t want them to carry the same guilt he did. 

You watch as the frown twists its way onto Jack’s face. His entire face scrunches in confusion as he tries to decode Trinity Santos. You know what he’s thinking. What he’s feeling. You know he’s putting a little bit of blame, no matter how unfounded, on himself. You’ve seen the effort he puts in to make everyone feel comfortable and confident here on the night shift, the support he tries to give every one of them. There were already enough unpredictable factors that went into their nights, he didn’t have to be another one of them. 

“Because I messed up,” Trinity says it like it should be obvious. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong but I must be doing something wrong for this to keep happening. Once, fine. After that? And I don’t even know how to fix it and it sucks.”

“Hang on,” Jack leans forward on the table and you silently let him take control of the conversation. “You’re not doing anything wrong. It just happens to be a shitty night.”

That doesn’t seem to help her much. “Yeah but this doesn’t happen to me. I know what I’m doing so the fact that it keeps going wrong means it has to be…user error or whatever.”

“Listen to me,” Jack taps the table in front of her to force her to look at him. She huffs but looks at him anyway. “You can’t control everything that happens here, no matter how hard you try. Some nights, or days, are just gonna be bad ones and there’s nothing you can do about it. The only thing you can do is try to make it through the day. With our help. That’s what we’re here for.” 

Trinity, for once, doesn’t know what to say. There's a sharpness behind her eyes and the back of her throat tightens. She looks away, afraid that if either of you look at her a second longer she’ll break completely. 

Finally, after a few seconds, you stand up. You hold a hand out to her and she looks up at you. “Come on.”

She looks at you for a moment, swallows down her emotion, and then finally says, “Sure you wanna do that, Sweets?” 

“Trin, you know better. You can’t get rid of me,” You tell her, flashing her a smile, still holding out your hand. 

“You better hope bad luck isn’t contagious,” She says when she finally takes your hand, letting you drag her up. 

“Well, a captain goes down with the ship right?” You shrug, already starting to pull her out of the room. 

“And who made you captain?” 

“You really think anyone’s gonna argue with me?” 

Even in just the few moments it takes for you to walk out of the breakroom with her, Trinity already feels lighter on her feet. 

And it works. Jack’s words combined with you at her side do wonders. She graduates from an easy patient to a medium one with no problem. Then a slightly more complicated one and it’s okay. But then one of your other patients needs you and the second you leave her side though she reverts back to attracting every bad luck charm on the planet.

After that she rivals Jack in terms of clinginess. Trinity will not leave your side. She even follows you to the bathroom at one point, afraid that the metaphorical baby grand piano will fall on her head the moment you leave. You are single handedly helping her keep her head on straight and her sanity intact, she refuses to let you out of her sight.

Jack does not get a single moment alone with you the entire shift. The only reason he makes it through the night is because he figures it could be worse. He also figures maybe Santos needs this. He’s willing to make the sacrifice. Just this once. 

Ellis is the one that points it out. Santos does not like the observation. You were singlehandedly the one who saved her shift from being almost as bad as one of Langdon’s. So maybe night shift wasn’t for either of them but at least she knew you and Jack had her back. As long as she had that she could push through.

4. Cookie Butter Iced Latte

The third night Shen was gone is maybe the hardest. 

You get a text from Jack at exactly 7:02 PM. How do I fix her? it says. Nothing else. No elaboration. 

Before you could ask him what exactly he meant your phone had dinged with another incoming message. From Ellis this time. A video. It was pointed at the fluorescent lights above her head but you could hear the voices loud and clear. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I-I mean what do I even know right? I, like, barely slept last night cause I was so worried about today. Or this morning technically I guess? I mean if Santos couldn’t do it what hope do I have, you know what I mean? All I keep hearing from the other residents is how different the night shift is and I don’t do good with different. Like seriously, it’s a problem. Langdon is still here and I know you think he’s cursed or something but he can’t possibly be any worse than I would be. I’m not prepared. I think if you let me have like a crash course or something or some training maybe, maybe, I could work my way here for a shift but at this present moment I feel like -” 

“Javadi!” Jack had cut her off in the middle of her rambling. “Hold that thought.”

I think she might’ve actually broken him. was Ellis’ comment. I think I can actually see him buffering.

Thirty minutes later you’re walking into the PTMC, four hours before you were scheduled to be there, happily sipping on your drink despite the change in schedule. 

“Oh, thank god,” Jack might’ve actually developed a sixth sense with how fast he’s able to tell you’ve walked through the ambulance bay doors. An arm around your waist, a kiss to the side of your head, and a moment to finally breathe. It’d been the longest thirty minutes of his life. 

He takes your drink out of your hands and takes a sip. He doesn’t even flinch at the obscene amount of sugar and syrups in it like usual. “I talked to her and she listened but I don’t think she actually heard me. I don’t know what else to say. You’re better at this.”

You smile at him and let him keep it, clearly needing the extra caffeine for once. “I think she just needs a familiar face. Give me five minutes.” 

You find Javadi in an empty room pacing behind a curtain. Her face lights up the moment she lays eyes on you. “I thought you weren’t supposed to come in until later, aren’t you covering part of Donnie’s shift in the morning?” 

“I came to bring you something,” You hold out the fresh coffee in your hand. “Iced Cookie Butter Latte with extra vanilla and cinnamon on top, just like you like it.” 

It’s like a weight is lifted off of her shoulders immediately. “I hope you know I worship the ground you walk on.” 

You let her chug her way through about a quarter of her drink, watching her for a second before you ask, “You wanna tell me what made you doubt yourself?”

“What,” She can’t help herself. She takes another sip before looking away from you, avoiding eye contact. “What are you talking about?” 

You sit on the edge of the hospital bed and let out a soft sigh. “What makes you think you can’t make it through nights? You were excited about it a few days ago.” 

She lets out a small noise of discontent and still refuses to look at you, “Did Abbot tell you I freaked out?” 

You shake your head softly, “He was just worried about you.”

“He wouldn’t have to be if he just let me go home.”

“Vic,” You turn to her and your voice goes soft. Gentle as you try to get your point across. “He made you stay in our guest room that night we stayed up too late finishing our Twilight marathon. You really think he would just let you walk out of this ED knowing how good and capable you are?” 

There’s silence for a second. Then she takes another sip of her drink. 

Until finally she tells you, “My…my mom was telling me about some of Walsh’s nightmare cases that she’s had to deal with. She said nights are - are reckless and hard and only the toughest people can handle them. And I know that was supposed to mean she didn’t think I could. And then Trinity had such a hard time and it basically convinced me I couldn't do it either. And I see how you guys walk out of here some mornings completely exhausted and it’s hard enough to make it through some days and I just don’t want to mess up.” 

It takes you a second to figure out what to say. In that time Victoria moves to your side and collapses on the bed next to you. Her head falls on your shoulder and she takes another drink. 

“I think you’re giving all of us way too much credit,” You finally tell her, trying to make her see she wasn’t much different from the rest of you. She was just as capable. “You’re putting us on a pedestal.” 

She scoffs at that. “Uh, yeah, obviously. Have you met you guys?” 

“Hey, I’m serious,” You tilt your head to look at her for a second. “You better hope Shen doesn’t hear you ever say that because that comment will go to his head.”

You successfully pull a laugh out of her and she feels better enough to lift her head again. “Seriously, though. I promise the only real difference between us and day shift is that we’re sleep deprived enough to know how to have fun. You, Dr. J, are practically built to fit right in.” 

She rolls her eyes at your comment but then looks at you for real. “Promise?” 

You only smile at her and nod towards the door. “Go find out.”

She regains her confidence easily after that. She jumps on cases left and right, slotting in beside Crus perfectly. When he asks her questions mid procedure she answers them without hesitation. He looks up, finds you across the room, and smiles, silently telling you she’s doing incredible. 

Jack pulls her along with him on a few cases before she begs him to let her tag along with Ellis instead, who gets a more interesting case. He gives her a lecture about skipping around and picking patients before he sighs and lets her go anyway. 

It’s only a surprise to her when she finds out she thrives here with all of you.

****

Jack was hiding.

He feels comfortable doing so. He has Ellis, Javadi, and Crus running the floor. He could afford to take advantage of the rare moment of downtime and sneak away for ten minutes. And if he pulled you along with him then that was his business. 

He was doing it for you, that’s what he was telling himself. You had a long shift ahead of you and the least you deserved was to take advantage of the brief moment of respite for some peace and quiet. 

Really he was selfish. He felt like he might genuinely spontaneously combust if he didn’t get a moment alone with you and fast. So maybe he was a little bit clingy. 

In his defense though, you were addicting. The ease with which you moved together, completely in sync with one another. The smile you flashed him across the ED when you were split up. The way you just understood him. 

And how you’d let him be a little bit clingy when he just needed a moment to ground himself. When he needed to come back down to earth and remember he was only human. To remember he lived and breathed for you. You’d become his lifeline and his vice wrapped in one perfect little package. 

And he liked the day shift residents, he really did. They might not have been his officially but he’d always jump at the chance to teach them everything he wished he’d known when he was in their place. 

Everything except this. How one day they’d find someone like you who took all the weight off their shoulders and bear it alongside them so it wouldn’t drown them. 

Unfortunately it seemed like they’d already caught on. 

Mel, Santos, and Javadi all knew. Mohan definitely knew which is how he’d gotten himself here in the first place. They’d flocked to you for a reason, one that was so much like his own. And that was fine. 

He didn’t own you. He didn’t have exclusivity of the way you made everything bearable. 

He was, however, madly and deeply in love with you. Beyond his ability to describe.  And he did have a right to be clingy when he wanted to be. Especially when it felt like he'd barely gotten any time alone with you recently despite the fact that you woke up and fell asleep next to each other every single night. 

Jack was already making a mental note to tell Shen just how much he appreciated him when he came back. 

Currently the two of you are practically on top of each other on the tiny twin bed that sits in the center of the on-call room. Any other day you would’ve argued with Jack. You’d have given him that sly little smile and pulled him into the stairwell instead with a teasing look in your eyes. 

But right now you were tired and Jack knew you better than anyone. He could see the exhaustion settling so deep into your bones that not even your second coffee of the night would be able to fix it. And he knew you’d never let anyone else see it. He knew you’d let them need you until the moment you walked through the door of your home with him and shut the world away. 

So you let him pull you out of the chaos before it can run you ragged. Instead, you eagerly curl into his side, half on his lap, as you listen to him talk.

Attempt to listen, anyway. You don’t quite know what he’s saying. The sound of his voice and the warmth coming from his body against yours is putting you in a trance, the extra long shift you’re currently in the middle of already catching up to you.

You can feel your eyes getting heavy with sleep and the way he’s running one of his hands through your hair is definitely not helping either. 

Then the door bursts open and all remnants of sleep leave you completely. Jack glares on instinct and then relaxes when he sees Javadi. He could excuse it this one time.

She does not hesitate before sinking down into the spinny chair that sits in the corner of the room beside a small coffee table. 

“Dr. Abbot, I have this note for you.” Is all she says to announce herself, leaning forward to pass you the note to pass to him. She isn’t phased by this at all. 

You, her, and Samira had gone to the art museum a few weeks ago. She’d gotten to yours and Jack’s place at around 9 and he’d answered the door in pajama bottoms and an old army shirt. Nothing could phase her after witnessing firsthand the easy domesticity oozing out of the two of you in the time you guys waited for Samira to let you know she was there. 

Although she had entered with one eye screwed shut after Ellis told her she was playing a dangerous game bursting into a room where you and Jack were left together unsupervised. Just in case. 

“A note?” Jack’s eyes narrow at her as he unfolds the paper. His eyes scan the piece of paper quickly and then he scoffs before handing it back to you. “Did you really waste an entire prescription sheet to scribble that down?” 

You look at it and sure enough she had. Patient Name: Victoria Javadi. Instructions: Nap Time. Dosage: 20 Minutes. Repeat as needed until symptoms of sleepiness improve. Signed: @ doc.j on all socials

Complete with a heart at the end

“Yes!” Javadi flops backwards on the chair and she kicks off the ground, doing a full spin until she’s looking at the two again. “I’m exhausted. I’m pretty sure you’re breaking the law.”

“Oh really,” Jack raises a brow at her and pulls you closer to his side. “What law is that?” 

“Don’t I get, like, a union mandated naptime,” She drops her head back and she’s looking at the two of you upside down now. “I’m pretty sure that’s a thing and you’re just not remembering.” 

“Or you’re just being dramatic.”

“That’s rude. I’m the least dramatic person here, actually.” She spins again as she says it. 

You feel Jack sigh against you. You look up at him from where your head is resting on his arm and he waits until Javadi does a third spin in the chair to kiss you. Soft and quick and a promise that he’s going to get you at least a few minutes to just sit down and breathe no matter how much you insist you don’t need it. He gently maneuvers out from under you and stretches as he stands up. 

“Come on, kid,” He moves around the other side of the bed and stops Javadi’s chair mid spin. “Let’s go find you a patient.”

“But that’s the opposite of sleep.”

“Yeah but it’ll keep you awake and alert more than sleep will.” They walk out of the on-call room, Jack flashing you a wink before he closes the door softly. 

You’ve only just laid back on the bed again when a soft knock sounds at the door and you sit up again. 

“Hey, Sweets,” Crus looks apologetic when he opens the door all the way. “Can I get your help with a patient? We got swamped out of nowhere, everyone else is busy.”

“Only cause I like you,” You smile at him and push the exhaustion to the back of your mind. That wasn’t important anymore. “Don’t tell anyone I play favorites though, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

He steps back and lets you through the door first before he starts leading you towards the North wing. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

****

It’s exactly 7:43 AM when Eileen Shamsi steps out of the elevator. She’s wearing her perfectly pristine white lab coat and her face is contorted in barely controlled disgust at the sight of the already packed and busy ER. 

Maybe it was your lack of sleep the last few days. Maybe it was the fact that you were nearing hour 13 of a 17 hour shift. Maybe it had just been brewing since Victoria Javadi had first confided in you, telling you all the fears and anxieties that consumed her because of her mother.

You drop the conversation you’re having with Ellis the moment you see her and beeline to Dr. Shamsi herself. Ellis follows, unsure whether she’ll have to hold you back or not.

You step right in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. “Can I help you?” 

Jack hears the tone in your voice from across the room. His head whips around to find you and he knows what’s about to happen. He’d known from the moment you told him what had been wrong with Javadi at the start of her shift. 

When Javadi steps out of the room they’d been in he quickly spins her around so she can’t see the scene. He ushers her to the locker room, telling her she did good and she was good to go whenever she was ready. 

“I’m looking for my daughter.” Dr. Shamsi barely spares you a glance, looking instead towards Ellis. 

You side step to bring her attention back to you. “Is someone dying?” 

She looks taken aback at the question and makes a face when she looks back at you. “Why I am here is none of your concern.”

“I’ll take that as a no then,” You give a small shrug and shake your head. “She’s a little busy right now. She saved a critical patient's life earlier and is running through her proposed treatment plan with Dr. Abbot and Dr. McCay, who will be taking over for her. She’s had a beautifully eventful night.”

“Well I need to see her.”

“And what I need is a nice, cold Raspberry Truffle Iced Macchiato with salted caramel cold foam and a white chocolate drizzle to get me through the rest of my day but we don’t always get what we want do we?” 

You succeed in distracting her long enough for Jack to tell Victoria to get some sleep before she comes back later that night. She’s perfectly unaware of what’s going on as she walks out the door. 

“You are more than welcome to check every single room in the emergency department if you’d like to find her. Although we’re in the middle of finishing rounds so you might have a lot of patients asking a lot of questions.”

Eileen Shamsi actually scoffs at you. Ellis’ eyes go wide and she’s seen you get angry enough times, usually at the more unruly patients, to know your patience has run out. There’s no predicting what you’ll say now. “This is insubordination.” 

You suck a breath in from between your teeth and shrug. You take a step closer to her. She takes a step back. 

“That’s where you’re wrong, doc. I don’t answer to you.” You stand your ground, not an ounce of hesitation in you. 

She crosses her arms in front of her, “I beg your pardon?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” Your head tips to the side and a smile flashes on your face.  “See, I don’t like this little helicopter parent thing you try to play at. It undermines everything Victoria has learned and on top of that, every time you come down here with another pointless lecture it’s distracting to the doctors in my ED. And unlike those of you up in your cozy little offices on the top floor waiting for someone to come to you, we have real jobs to do.” 

You can see the eavesdropping from everyone around you. You feel the tension in the air, thick enough to be sliced through with a dull scalpel. The smile never leaves your face. 

Finally she scoffs again, making an attempt at staring you down. It doesn’t work. “I didn’t realize they gave the nurses free reign to act however they want down here.” 

You don’t flinch at the accusation. 

“They do when they’re capable. And I’m one of the best they’ve got,” You can see Jack now, having moved to your line of sight so he could get a better view. He’s not even making an effort to hide the smirk on his face. “If you excuse me, I’ve got things to do.” 

“You’re insane,” Ellis whispers as she follows you, an amused laugh escaping her. 

You only shrug, smiling back at her. “I said what I needed to.”

Jack reaches for you the moment you’re close enough to. One arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. He doesn’t let you go this time. Instead he just whispers to you as you walk together, “You’re trouble, you know that?”

You happily settle into him, “Was that too much?”

“I actually don’t think you went hard enough,” He stops as you guys near a slightly calmer part of the ED. “But I do think you might need that third coffee.” 

You beam at him when he says those words. “I really love you, you know that?” 

He hums a bit as he stares you down, painfully aware of the people moving around you. “You love my car. And the fact that it drives to that cafe you like.”

He knows you so well, “That too.”

He can’t stay on shift, he knows that. But maybe he can linger long enough to distract you just a little bit. “You want some breakfast?”

There’s a new found light in your eyes at the prospect of something other than vending machine snacks. “I might actually propose to you if you bring me back some of those little quiches. And a croissant.”

“Deal.”

5. Caramel Apple Crisp Iced Macchiato

There were a few things Baran Al-Hashimi had learned for certain in the short time she’d been at the PTMC. 

One, everyone here was severely overworked. It wasn’t anything new, she’d known exactly what she was getting herself into. 

Two, the nurses were most definitely the backbone of the emergency department. It’d only taken a couple hours for her to trust every single one of them implicitly. 

And three, no one would ever, ever hear Dr. Abbot ask for help at work. He was very good at helping others, incredible really. There was even a brief moment where she’d wondered why he wasn’t chief of the department. Until she realized he hated unnecessary responsibility as much as he loved spontaneous teaching moments. He didn’t like to think himself above others, hated it actually. And so, he’d never ask for backup. Even when he needed it.

“You’re going to what?”

“I’m going to give you an extra resident,” She simply gives him a calm smile. Her hands are clasped behind her back and she tips her head to the side, wordlessly daring him to argue with her. “Short term, for now. We’ll see how it goes at the end of this trial period and then reassess." 

Jack’s entire face screws into offense. Mateo and Shen watch eagerly, lingering on the other side of the nurses station for much longer than they have to in an attempt to eavesdrop. 

“No thanks,” Jack picks up a tablet and starts unlocking it. He’s not searching for anything in particular, he just wants an excuse to end this conversation. “We’re good. We’ve got a routine. And I don’t underestimate my doctors.” 

“I’m not underestimating any of you,” Al-Hashimi shakes her head slowly, refusing to let him shut her down. “On the contrary. I think you have a lot to teach them.”

“And I will. When I happen to be here during the day,” He starts walking away from her. “Or when they get the misfortune of being stuck with me on nights every now and then.”

“Dr. Abbot,” She says it in a way that stops him in his tracks, in a way that demands his attention. He slowly turns around to face her again and she lets out a gentle sigh. “I don’t know if you know this but I’ve already seen a remarkable difference in how Doctors Santos and Javadi approach their practices and they didn’t even spend that long with you. They grew in just those few hours.” 

“Of course they did,” Jack’s eyes flicker across the room, spotting both of them still maneuvering their way between patients. Santos has called dibs on you already, pulling you in to help her put a cast on her patient. Shen is with Javadi now, running through possible diagnoses with her. Ellis, Crus, and Nazely are following the rest of the residents, walking themselves through the remaining handoffs. “Wasn’t just cause of me though.”

“My point exactly.” Al-Hashimi smiles again, successfully running him in a mental circle and leading him to the same point she was trying to make all along. “You all bring something very valuable to this department.”

Jack can’t argue there. He finally sighs and leans back against the central counter, knowing that once Al-Hashimi made up her mind there was no changing it. “Who are you giving me?”

-Day Three-

“I don’t think he likes me.”

Shen’s statement pulls you out of the conversation you’re having with Mateo while putting in orders for patients. He slides in between the two of you in an attempt to blend in. As if he isn’t a good several inches taller than you both and wearing different colored scrubs. 

“What are you talking about?” You look away from your lab results that had just come in and turn to look at him.  

“Whitaker,” He nods his head to the side, subtly motioning to where Whitaker was clutching a tablet in his hands tightly while running something past Jack. “I don’t think he likes me. I think he might actually hate me.” 

Mateo’s laugh cuts through the otherwise soft buzz that filled the ED. He laughs more when Shen looks at him offended, “You’re insane.”

“It’s true!” Shen looks between the two of you and crosses his arms. “He’s been here for three days and I think we’ve had maybe a single conversation so far. And you’d think I was torturing it out of him.”

“It’s probably not as bad as you think.” You offer and he shakes his head.

“Sweets, the kid runs away from me every time he asks me a question. He always looks like he wants to say something and then his eyes do that big sad thing and he runs away. He isn’t like that with you guys.”

“Shen. John. Sweetheart,” You’re trying your hardest not to also laugh at the idea of what he’s saying. Instead you offer him a smile and shake your head, “I don’t think Dennis could hate anyone if he tried.”

He doesn’t believe you. You can tell. “Well what’s his deal then, huh?” 

You turn to look at him again and this time the conversation Jack is having with him looks different. You recognize it. You’ve seen him do it plenty of times over the last few weeks. He’s good at it, no matter how much he pretends he isn’t. He’s standing a little closer to Whitaker now and his arms have uncrossed, opting instead to stick his hands in his pockets. 

He leans a little closer and tips his head, fighting to get Whitaker to actually look at him and not fold himself away. When he finally does he takes it as a win and nods. He puts a hand on Whitaker’s shoulder and gives a gentle shake, finally satisfied when he returns the smile and moves to go back to his patient. 

Whitaker looks over before he walks back into the room and meets your eye. He waves at you easily and then notices Mateo and Shen. He gives them both a tense smile and that’s when you crack the code like it’s nothing. 

“He’s just nervous,” You tell them, lowering your voice a little bit. “He’s been on day shift since he started with the same handful of people and never anyone else. We’re gonna take some getting used to, we’re kind of a lot.” 

The logic doesn’t do much to ease Shen. “Well he’s fine with you and Jack.” 

“Okay well, I was halfway through my post grad residency when he started as a med student and we bonded over being new to all of this.” 

You feel it then. An arm wraps around your waist and you’d know Jack anywhere. He does the same thing he always does when he just needs you near for a few seconds. He shifts you over a little bit and lets you go, not technically touching you but practically occupying the same little bubble of space you are. He hovers close by, enough so that he could reach over and hold your hand in his without stretching if he really wanted to. 

“And what about him?” Shen crosses his arms when he nods towards Jack. “I’m more easily approachable than he is, aren’t I?” 

Jack looks between the three of you and then takes a step closer to you, trying to figure out if maybe he could piece together the conversation just from standing near you. “What are you talking about, I’m a ray of sunshine.” 

Mateo laughs again and shakes his head, “That’s almost funnier than Whitaker hating him.” 

“Whitaker? Hate?” That catches Jack off guard. “I don’t think that kid even knows what that word means.” 

“I hate when you guys agree on something.” Shen is about to give up and settle for a lifetime of not knowing why Dennis Whitaker runs away from him. 

But then Jack sidesteps to stop him from walking away and says, “Go invite him to breakfast with us.” 

Shen frowns and looks around the ED, checking to see if he was missing something. Maybe there was a fire he hadn’t seen yet. “We’re not going to breakfast?”

It wasn’t something unusual, necessarily. Breakfast trips were just usually reserved for the mornings after a long shift. Ones where none of you got the chance to breathe, let alone stop and have a real conversation. It helped bring you all back down to earth, to make everything feel real and in control again. This felt equally important in this moment. 

“We are now,” Jack shrugs like it’s nothing. “On me. Now go ask him to go with us and ask him what he likes. And make sure you sit next to him when we get there.” 

Shen thinks about it for a second and seems to decide that this is a plan that’ll definitely work. He walks away and you watch as he strategically hovers outside the door until Whitaker walks out. You, Jack, and Mateo watch the conversation play out until Whitaker smiles, nods, and walks away from Shen. And at a perfectly normal pace. Shen, meanwhile, looks ecstatic when he turns and gives you guys a double thumbs up.

“Well would you look at that,” Mateo reaches for his badge as he steps back towards one of the computers, continuing with what he’d been doing before. “Mom and dad are helping the kids play nice.” 

“Forgive me for wanting my ED to run smoothly.” Jack rolls his eyes at the statement but moves closer to you anyway. There’s one of those comments again. The ones that linger in his brain for a lot longer than necessary. 

So maybe this whole dynamic that you all had going on was a little odd. But it was also functional. It made the long days and longer nights easier. And maybe that was enough to excuse it.

-Day Eight-

“I have done you a great disservice. I betrayed you.” You announce yourself as you march right up to Dennis. He glances at you in between shoving his things in his locker. 

“For sure, yeah,” He nods, shuts the locker door, and looks at you, leaning against the cold metal on one shoulder. “What did you do, again?” 

You don’t say anything. You simply hold out a drink to him. He looks at the cup, large and dripping condensation on your hands. He thinks vaguely of the cup he’d seen already half drunk on the desk out in central. 

Your name had been written in bubble letters with a heart after it. Shen had dutifully informed him that he could ask for anything he wanted from the cafe down the street, the baristas there loved you and Jack. It was the reason the two of you were always the ones sent on coffee runs now, they never minded the obscene amount of items you guys would order. The massive tip Jack always left them definitely helped. 

He can see his own name scrawled on the plastic of the one you’re handing him with a smiley face after it along with ‘enjoy!!’. 

“I see,” Dennis takes the cup from you and eyes it before looking up at you. “I’m being hazed.” 

You roll your eyes and hand him the straw. “You’re being a drama queen, I’d hardly call a fun drink hazing.”

He sticks the straw through the lid and the two of you walk out of the locker room. “It is when you have psychic powers and you’re guessing whether or not I'll like it.” 

“I haven’t been wrong yet,” The buzz of the ED floods the space around you. “Just try it. You’ll like it, I swear.”

“Honey, you’ll scare him if you keep it up,” Jack doesn’t even look up from where he’s typing something on one of the computers. 

You grin as you spot him. As if you hadn’t just left his side minutes ago. You wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind and kiss the top of his head, pausing to brush a slightly too long curl back into its place. 

Your eyes narrow again as you look at Dennis over the top of Jack’s head. “Well it’s not my fault Whitaker is afraid of trying new things.” 

“Now who’s being dramatic,” He swirls the straw in his drink and wonders if you’ll kill him if he were to lie and tell you he doesn’t like coffee all that much. He was never really good at accepting gifts. “What is it?”

“I’ll tell you after you try it.” 

So he finally does. He can feel you staring at him. He can also feel Jack staring, apparently deciding that whatever important thing he’d been doing wasn’t as interesting as this. And suddenly he understands what everyone’s been talking about. 

He’s experiencing first hand the care you put into unraveling all the small little bits of information that make people up. The ability you have to look at someone, see them for who they are, and act accordingly. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the quiet of your home or the emergency department or picking out a drink you think they’ll like. You make them feel seen either way.

You’d joked about it but he’d seen the brief concern in your eyes when you’d walked up to him and held out the drink, afraid you’d hurt him somehow when you’d accidentally forgotten to read him in this way that was uniquely yours. The same way he’d seen right through Jack when he insisted someone new had to cover Shen’s shifts a while back.

Something warm settles inside him at the fact that you’d pin pointed him so accurately it was truly a little insane. Just like you had everyone else. He wasn’t used to being perceived in this way.

“It’s okay.” He takes another sip. A longer one. 

You can see him smile around the straw and you match the look, knowing you’re right again. Jack goes back to actually working, thoroughly amused. “It’s a Caramel Apple Crisp Iced Macchiato.” 

“Why’d you pick it?” He needs to know what you see in him. What you’re perceiving. Why you’re so right about every single one of them.  “A magician never reveals their secrets,” You kiss the top of Jack’s head again and he reaches up to silently squeeze your hand in acknowledgement. Dennis looks away, afraid he’s intruding on the soft moment. Then you let Jack go and instead reach out to grab him, pulling him away from the computers. “Maybe I’ll tell you one day. Let’s go find a job to do.”

-Day Sixteen-

“You know this is weird right?” Trinity spins in her chair to look at Whitaker. She’d taken a brief pause in her last chart to watch him walk through the ambulance bay doors, settled comfortably on the other side of Jack as the three of you walked in together. 

“What are you talking about?” Dennis frowns, not quite following. 

It’d become part of the routine. Him and Trinity lived on your way into the hospital. That was it. It just made sense for him to carpool with you and Jack. Save gas in this economy or whatever. It was the same reason Samira usually drove Trinity home and dropped Javadi off wherever she was due to avoid her mom that day. 

“You’re third wheeling our attending and his girlfriend,” She crosses her arms in front of her and tries not to laugh at the way his whole face scrunches up in distaste at the wording. 

“Well when you put it like that it sounds bad.”

“No it’s not bad,” One corner of Trinity’s mouth quirks up and she shrugs. “They just saw you from across the pitt and liked your vibe.”

“Okay,” He pushes himself off the side of the table he’d been leaning on. “We’re done.” 

“They just like you that’s all,” Trinity sits up in her chair and does laugh a little bit that time. “Don’t let the patients catch on though. I heard someone wondering if they’d take a third. You might have to fight people off.” 

“You are insufferable sometimes,” Dennis knows his face is going red and it only makes Trinity look even more smug. 

“Don’t be mean to her,” Right on cue. Your voice cuts through the laughing and Trinity very quickly puts an innocent pout on her face when you join them. You wrap an arm around her shoulders and rest your head on top of hers. 

Trinity is wearing a shit eating as she reaches up and hugs you back. “Yeah, don’t be mean to me.” 

Dennis has to bite his tongue to actively hold back his defense. There was no way you could find out what they’d been talking about. 

“Hey,” You look at him as you lift your head, still not letting go of Trinity. “Do you wanna go to the farmers market with me after shift? It’s almost Shen’s one year anniversary of being an attending and one of the booths sells this bourbon infused honey he really likes to put in his coffee. He and Jack have a meeting with Al-Hashimi in the morning and if we go fast we can be back before they’re done.” 

“Yeah, absolutely,” Dennis agrees immediately and you smile, finally letting go of Trinity. 

“Perfect, we’ll sneak out right after rounds?”

“I’ll meet you outside.” The second you’ve turned around and walked away he points an accusing finger at Trinity, who looks incredibly amused. “Don’t say a word.” 

She holds back a laugh, “I’m not gonna.” 

“Yes you are, I can feel it.” 

She tries, she really does, but it comes out anyway. “Should I expect you to move out and into their guest room some time soon?” 

“Goodbye, Trin.”

“So is that a yes?”

And then, as if the universe is out to get him, Abbot calls his name from the ambulance bay doors without even really knowing where he is. He just says it instinctively.

“Whitaker,” He looks around until he finds him and then nods, beckoning him over. “Come jump on this trauma with me.”

He doesn’t even dare looking back at Trinity again. He does, however, hear her burst out laughing as he walks away.

-Day Twenty Three-

Nazely hadn’t been at the PTMC for very long but she was starting to think that maybe she was lied too. Part of her was convinced that Sweets might actually be your real name. She’d rarely heard you called otherwise by anyone. 

“You’re the best, Sweets.” When you hand Mateo his drink.

“Sweets, can I steal you for a sec?” When Shen needs help out in triage. 

“Abbot, when are you gonna let me steal Sweets again? You can’t hog her forever.” When Walsh lingers in the ER after bringing a patient back down from surgery.

So, naturally, she uses the name for you too. Just like she uses everyone else’s name.

“Hi, Sweets,” She grins at you when she sees you walk in. On one side of you, “Dennis,” and on the other side, “Jack.”

She really doesn’t think twice about it. 

Jack, however, is jump scared. He wasn’t used to hearing his name come from many people at work. You used it, obviously. Shen also did, he’d weaseled his way into becoming probably one of his closest friends. Every now and then someone else would say it, usually when the line bled from professionalism into exhaustion after long hours.

Hearing it said so casually was…odd. “Was that weird?”

“Was what weird?” You ask, seeing nothing out of the ordinary in the slightest.

“My name.” Jack turns to Whitaker next, brows furrowed in complete confusion.

“I call you that?” Whitaker shrugs as the three of you stop at central, waiting for you to drop off whatever you need to leave behind the desk. “Not here but still.”

“Yeah but that’s different,” Jack shakes his head as if that should be obvious. “I know where you live. I’m supposed to be intimidating. I’m intimidating, right?”

He’s looking at you again and you nod quickly, flashing him a smile, “You’re terrifying.”

Jack knows you’re lying. He turns to Whitaker again. “I’m scary.” 

Whitaker looks at you and you give him a small nod. Play along. “Definitely.” 

Except Whitaker then watches Jack for a second. He’s still holding his matcha, a salted maple one today, and leaning against the desk beside you. He watches as Jack pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and you smile at him. Then, wordlessly, he moves behind you. He puts his drink down and instead gathers your hair back. He pulls a hair tie off his own wrist, one of the extras he always has on him, and ties it back for you.

Whitaker looks down quickly, as if he’s intruding on something he isn’t supposed to be again, and smiles. And thinks he could get used to this. Nights. The pointless conversations and gentle moments and calling each other by first names. As much as he loves the day shift, this is something that makes him feel comfortable. Like he belongs.

Maybe that’s why he does it. 

“I disagree.” 

It’s well into the night now and the trauma room they’re in goes quiet. Whitaker is suddenly much too aware of every single person in there. Nazely’s eyes go wide from beside him. Mateo looks back and forth between him and Jack. Even Crus pauses for a second to see how this is going to play out. 

Jack pauses, halfway through pulling off his gloves already. “I’m sorry?” 

“I think you’re looking at it the wrong way,” Whitaker takes a step forward. He doesn’t back down. 

He runs through everything they know. Their patient, their injuries, medical history, prescriptions, what the EMT’s had found out on scene. And he can see why Jack makes the conclusion he does and why everyone else agrees. It was textbook. 

But he puts the logical assumptions they usually make aside, looks at it from the patients point of view instead. And it leads him somewhere else. 

“I know it might not be necessary but I think we should do it just in case,” Whitaker tries his hardest not to shrink under the way Jack is looking at him. “If I'm wrong then that’s fine. But if I’m right it’s better we catch it earlier.” 

It’s quiet for another second. And then the nitrile gloves snap as Jack finishes pulling them off and he nods. “Alright. Order the labs. Central 9 is open last I heard, let’s get him moved in there,” And then to Whitaker. “He’s yours now. Keep me updated.” 

It's only thirty minutes later when the lab work comes back. 

Whitaker is looking at it on the screen and doesn’t even notice Jack standing right behind him, looking at the results over his shoulder until he says, “You were right.” 

Whitaker jumps and quickly backs up against the standing desk he’s at. “Maybe a little warning next time?” 

Jack smirks and shrugs, “My ED, we’ll see.” He looks back at the lab results and doesn’t look back at him when he says, “You did good, kid. It’s about time you argued with me about something.” 

“I didn’t mean to,” Whitaker quickly adds, realizing all of a sudden that this is his attending and they are at work. There was supposed to be a clear dynamic. “I just -”

“You don’t have to justify yourself,” Jack cuts him off before he can start. “Disagreeing with me is practically a right of passage here, ask anyone. You’re a good doctor, stop pretending you aren’t just because you don’t feel okay pushing back sometimes. You’re one of us now, we can take it.”

Jack doesn’t say anything else. He claps him on the shoulder before walking to wherever he was off to next. 

The words stick with him. You’re one of us now. He thinks of them the entire rest of his shift. Then the entire way home, as you’re recounting a story from triage they’d missed earlier that night from the front seat. Again when you and Jack pick him up again and when he clocks in for the next night's shift he feels lighter on his feet. Like maybe, finally, he’s settled. He likes it here, he decides. Maybe the night shift wasn’t as bad as people assumed it was.

+1. Toasted Coconut Cold Brew, extra sugar

Jack could admit when he was wrong. Maybe Al-Hashimi had been on to something. Honestly, he was sure that he could get used to this. 

His team was good. He knew they were. He had more confidence in them than anyone else in the ED. Still, that didn’t mean they didn’t appreciate the extra coverage when they were given it. And having Whitaker there consistently over the last month had been a godsend. 

Tonight was his last shift on nights and he knows they’re all wondering the same thing. What would they have to do to get him switched permanently. Whitaker doesn’t seem to mind the idea. They don’t know that he and Javadi are in the process of duking it out to get Al-Hashimi to let one of them switch permanently. 

You know it was a rough morning. Not only because Donnie had been keeping you updated on everything you were missing in the nurses group chat but also because Dana is sitting still, something she never does. She’s hovering at central when you walk in with Whitaker and Jack and staring off into space for a moment. A clear sign it’d been a long day. 

You silently hand her a well needed dose of caffeine the moment you see her, a toasted coconut cold brew with extra extra sugar. She looks at you and you can hear what she wants to say without her having to say it. You’re a life saver, kid. 

She settles into her spot for a second with a soft sigh. You don’t notice when she turns to eavesdropping on the conversation you’re having with Whitaker and watches out of the corner of her eye.

Not a single one of them can deny the effect you seem to have on everyone, the residents especially. They can all see it clearly. 

The ease in Mel’s shoulders when she came back in, more willing to assert herself. The way Santos took a second to listen now, looking at things past her first instinct. The confidence Javadi carried with her, not holding herself back anymore. 

And now Whitaker. An easy smile on his face and for the first time in the entire time he’d been at the PTMC he took up space and stopped making himself easy to handle. He argued and stood firm in what he thought and even bickered sometimes. Over what he thought was the right course of action and for fun. Loudly. For all Dana knew you night shift dwellers could’ve replaced her mousy little resident with a clone of himself and she just wasn’t made aware. 

You’ve maneuvered your way behind the counter and Jack stands close at your side, taking advantage of the fact that it’s not 7:00 PM yet. It’s 6:58 and he has no plans to leave your side until he absolutely has to. 

He was not being clingy that time. He was just tired. That was definitely all. The two of you had been up a lot longer than you should’ve been after the night before for various reasons. This wasn’t even that bad compared to how he could be. He’s got one arm on the counter, leaning on it while his body is faced towards you.

Whitaker is leaning towards you over the other side of the counter, practically invading the other half of your personal space and Dana thinks it’s crazy that you don’t feel smothered by them. They’re both stuck to you like glue.  She decides that is none of her business. 

She watches as night shift starts trickling in. Whitaker nods at Shen in greeting as he walks past, flashing a grin at him while still deep in conversation with you. Then he gives both Mateo and Crus a fist bump when they come in. A few minutes later Ellis follows and she pats him on the shoulder and he smiles back at her and they do a handshake only they seem to know. Dana raises a brow at that one and takes a sip of her coffee.

He doesn’t even look like he’s questioning every word he says as he talks to Jack. Jack Abbot. His attending. He even goes as far as to joke with him the way he only ever has with Santos in moments they think no one is watching. 

And Dana is so sure of the choice she’s already made.

“It’s a gift,” You roll your eyes at Whitaker and he shakes his head, looking away so you don’t see the grin he holds back. “It doesn’t count as one if you pay me back for it.”

He shakes his head and stirs the straw in his drink. “There’s literally no reason for you to get me a gift though.” 

“Oh, I can't get my friend something nice for making it through the last four weeks?” 

“Don’t believe her,” Jack sets one hand on your hip as he leans in closer to look over you so he can see Whitaker past you. His voice lowers like he’s telling him a secret, like you aren’t right there between them. “It’s a bribe to try to get you to stay on nights.”

“You weren’t supposed to tell him,” You turn your head and shake your head at him and he only smiles at you, holding back every instinct of his that’s begging to kiss you in the middle of the ED. “Besides, it was his idea.” 

“It was not.” Jack scoffs at your accusation. One that’s absolutely correct.

“Liar.” 

“I refuse to participate in this,” Whitaker shakes his head and lets out a smile that time. There was something about being on nights that made him feel a sense of camaraderie with everyone that he hadn’t felt before. He hadn’t just worked with new people, he’d made friends. And maybe part of why he felt so comfortable was this exact reason. The way you dragged him into these things so easily. It made him feel included. He was gonna miss it on days. “Not part of my job description anymore.”

“Oh come on,” You give him a pout and Jack rolls his eyes at your antics. “You’re gonna miss us, admit it.” 

“Ellis, Crus, and Shen for sure. Abbot a little bit. Definitely Lena and Mateo,” He tips his head to the side and then flashes you a look that borders on a smirk and shrugs. “I think that’s it.” 

“You’re so mean,” You’re actively fighting the smile from appearing. “You’re uninvited to your goodbye breakfast in the morning.” 

“We’ll see where you stand on that an hour from now.” He only nods, finally standing up straight and taking a sip of his drink to prove his point. The one you’d bought for him. 

He moves to walk away but not before holding his hand out for your second coffee. You hand it to him easily and he takes it along with his drink you’d brought him, heading towards the break room to put them both in the fridge. Whitaker, unlike most of you, had a little bit of self control and didn’t usually chug his way through his drink. 

“Seriously,” You turn to face Jack once he’s gone. “Can we keep him? Do you think they’ll let us?” 

Jack indulges you. He always does. 

“I don’t know, he’s pretty valuable,” His eyes scan your face, bouncing back and forth until they land on your lips, still pouting at him. He debates how badly both Dana and Lena will yell at him if he kisses you right here with patients all around. “We might have to fight for him.” 

There’s a ding on your phone before you can answer. When you pull it out to glance at it quickly in case it’s something important you immediately forget anything you’d been about to say. 

Dennis Whitaker paid you $7 - bc i’ll miss u the most (real)

“Dennis Whitaker!” You shout in the middle of the ED and you turn around to go hunt him down. 

Dana stops you. His only saving grace. 

“Not so fast, kid,” Dana reaches out for you and grabs your arm gently before you can walk past her. She looks at you for a second and then notices the way Jack is listening closely, having zeroed in very quickly on this interaction. She looks at him then and puts on a mask of distaste. “Don’t you have patients to go see?” 

He checks his watch. 7:00 PM on the dot. “Not yet, technically. Board hasn’t changed.”

“So help me god I will -” 

“Alright, alright. Message received,” He holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m going.”

Jack walks away and strategically hovers in Dana’s blindspot, making it a point to eavesdrop out of curiosity. 

Dana just watches you for a second. She looks you up and down. She thinks of you when you first came into the PTMC. Competent and determined to do the most good you could. You’d been eager and loud and asked questions she hadn’t been able to predict, ones other nurses who had come and gone wouldn’t have even thought of. She loved you immediately. And now here you are. On your own and somehow, someway having solidified yourself as an absolutely integral part of the night shift ecosystem that Jack Abbot had crafted carefully over the years. 

And he’d apparently decided that had to carry over in his own home. She certainly had her opinions on how quickly he’d pulled you in but if the constantly present lovey-dovey look on your face was any indication then the feeling was absolutely mutual. 

You look strangely alive with him and that was really all that mattered. It made her smile as much as she pretended it didn’t.

Finally she asks you, “How you likin’ nights so far?” 

Your eyes narrow at her and she laughs. You could see through her as well as she could you. “Is there a reason you’re asking now and not a few months ago?” 

She shrugs, “Just wonderin’.” 

You don’t believe her for a second but you think about it anyway. You think about the last few months and how it had turned completely upside down from how you’d first envisioned it. You think about how it had been on days. And then you answer without hesitation. “I really love it actually. More than I thought I would.” 

“Really,” Dana raises a brow at you and crosses her arms. “How much of it is cause of Romeo over there?” 

She nods towards where she knows Jack is hovering, doing him the kindness of pretending she doesn’t notice. 

“Please, I’d tell you if any of it was and when have I ever lied to you,” You laugh a little at the look she gives you, a mom look if you ever saw one. Your face softens then and she straightens, silently telling you she was there for whatever you were about to confide in her for. “I am serious, though.” 

“Yeah?” 

You nod and you don’t hesitate to tell her the truth. 

“It’s a lot harder than days, definitely. I mean, neither of them are easy, obviously. But there’s more routine with days, you can almost prepare yourself. You don’t get that with nights. All you can do is buckle up and hope for the best and I think I’ve gotten really good at that. Nights are when people are the most vulnerable and scared, when they aren’t afraid of hiding it anymore. They need someone who’s gonna take a little bit of whatever is being thrown at them off their shoulders and I’m good at that. If I can help even a little, then being a bit sleep deprived all the time isn’t really a bad thing.” 

“I think you’re good at it too, kid,” Dana smiles at you, genuinely that time. Then she pauses for another second before asking, “You wanna switch back to days?” 

You freeze, “What?” 

Jack, who’d been about to walk away and mind his business, falters. Suddenly he’s hovering again.

“Temporarily,” Dana adds on quickly. “I have a six week cruise calling my name, gift from my sister-in-law. Gloria already approved you taking over for me while I'm gone.”

You laugh a little bit, filled with nothing but shock. “You’re not serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be, Sweets?”

“Well,” You point behind her at where Princess and Perlah are standing. You’re so caught off guard by the question that you don’t even notice they’re only there because Jack had quickly recruited them to help hide him in the background behind them so he could move closer. “What about them?” 

“Oh absolutely not.”

“Never in a million years.”

“See?” Dana shrugs easily as if that explains everything. “You’re my best bet, kid.” 

“Well,” You struggle to find an argument. “Why me?” 

Because she trusts you. “Cause you’ve done it before. And very well might I add.”

“Yeah, for like five hours,” You cross your arms in front of you and shuffle on your feet. “That hardly counts.”

“Does too, that’s almost half a shift. The place didn’t burn down did it?”

“That’s like the bare minimum.” 

“Sweets,” She finally says as she sets one hand on the counter, the other still holding her drink. She leans forward towards you, lowering herself a bit so she’s eye level with you. “You got this. I know you can run this place the way I do. And so do they.” 

She nods vaguely to her side, in the direction of the rest of the entirety of the ED. Princess gives you a thumbs up from behind her and Perlah nods enthusiastically.

“Please say yes,” Jesse shows up out of nowhere, hands squeezing your shoulders in greeting before he leans on the counter next to you. “She’s gonna make one of us do it if you say no.”

“Oh no,” You turn to him and give a mock frown. “Not more work.” 

He rolls his eyes at you and then looks at Dana. “She takes after you.”

And it's true. She’d taught you everything she knew and you soaked up every bit of it. 

You think for a moment again. You’d gotten used to nights incredibly quickly. It was your home. Where you thrived. But a part of you missed this exact thing sometimes though. The first people you knew here, the ones who’d taught you. The ones you kept close, carrying parts of them with you always. If they trusted you…

“Gloria really said yes already?”

“She took very little convincing.”

“And Lena?”

“I’ve never seen her sign off on something so fast.”

“Okay, that hurts a little bit.”

“She just knows how good you are too. You’re the only one we’re waiting for.”

You bite your bottom lip and drop your head back to look at the fluorescent lit ceiling. Your eyes screw shut for a moment as you weigh the choice to yourself. You sigh as you look at Dana again, “Six weeks?”

“That’s right.” 

There’s another few seconds of suspense and you can feel all of them staring at you. And then finally, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Jack watches the way they cheer and then excitedly crowd around you from afar. And he’s happy for you, he really is. He’s proud of you and he’s absolutely going to tell you so as soon as you tell him later and he pretends to not already know. He’s also devastated. He already doesn’t know what they expect him to do with himself. How could he possibly survive the next six weeks if he didn’t have you by his side. 

Whitaker walks past him in that exact moment, on his way to look at the board that has now officially changed, the names of everyone on the night shift taking place of the day shift. Jack grabs the back of his shirt and yanks him back in a single quick move. 

He stumbles back and Jack steadies him before he can fall. 

“You don’t want to switch places do you?” The question escapes Jack on its own and Whitaker looks confused for only a second. “You can stay on nights and I’ll take your place on days.” 

Silence. And then Whitaker notices you still standing with Dana. Perlah, Princess, and Jesse are all hovering now too. Then Donnie and Vivi join you and they know from the ecstatic looks on everyone else’s faces that you said yes. He connects the dots easily enough. He heard about it from Santos who heard from Princess a few days ago. He figured it was none of his business. 

He stands upright again and tries really hard not to laugh a little bit. He returns the gesture and sets a hand on Jack’s shoulder and looks him in the eyes before shaking his head once. 

“Not a chance. Good luck.”

note pt. 2: shen one hundred percent went to see sabrina carpenter i don't make the rules (javadi got the pink camaraderie shirt in case anyone was wondering)

tags: @iivyconfessional @pigtailcatheter @doesanyonereadthis @cort4se @blairdoro @thatmarvelloser @rahi3066 @notyourlovemonkey

[kitschyfemme]

btw if you are friends with someone and you have the kind of dynamic where you can tease each other you also need to be nice. just so we're all aware. you also have to be nice with your words on top of it. like with your words. use your words. you should tell them with your words when you like something about them. if you are scared of being too sincere or vulnerable that is not an excuse to not be nice to someone. also you should work on that. ok are we all on the same page

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Prompt: Sunshine x Grumpy (except Dr. Jack Abbot MeowD is the sunshine)

AN: This man has whimsy out the wazoo and yesterday's ep cemented that (I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THE EPISODE PLEASE TALK TO MEEEEEE). Also I really liked writing this so if you wanna put this type of reader and Jack into more scenarios, send me your ideas!

I was editing this before that episode launched and it was finished in the flames of my sanity.

Masterlist // AO3 Version

On the surface, Jack seems grumpy. Older man with a lined face connoting a history of frowning and squinting, drawing attention away from evidence of a history of smiles surfacing in his dimpled cheeks. All too late, patients and staff alike find themselves expunging their first impression as Dr. Jack Abbot narrowed his eyes only to see an ultrasound better and frowned when someone’s standard of care was in jeopardy.

Ellis didn’t initially seek him out to show him the patient with a fork speared in her nose, but after his semi-composed “utensil specialist” comment, she was sure to send him the photo. He did his duty as an attending to reprimand Santos for her REBOA yet managed to get in his praise from the “ER cowboy” perspective that he valued more.

“Perfect, keep it up”, “solid work”, “you got this”: his praise is succinct and earned which meant it was more impactful to each student and resident and nurse and tech and cleaner that he spoke with. The smile about his go-bag of medical goodies, the unshakeable faith in medicine and his staff’s abilities to do their jobs, his stupid jokes that got a reaction even during someone’s darkest hour. His stoic expression and grey hairs barely hide the steadiness he provides to any setting he’s in. His half-jokes amuses him first and occasionally a few others in the room second, but the ladies and gentlefolk of the ER waiting room adore him for them. They're not the only ones. 

Cue you, a pen with a chicken opposite the nib in hand and a notepad you’d let a paediatric patient decorate with glitter stickers, smiling at Gloria as she explains why she’s “not quite” responded to your recommendations for ER safety in the way you’d hoped. The smile didn’t fade in shape or in supposed warmth, even as you replied:

“Spare me the grief of the ‘we’re a family’ mentality, because if we were family, I would’ve gone no contact long ago with the way the administrators are bullshitting us.”

Jack finds himself smiling as he listens in, already having finished with this chart and needing a thirty-second brain break. Your collected tirade reminds him of when you called – on his behalf – his prosthetist to discuss compensation after his new one had worn a bloody big blister into his stump only three hours into attachment.

Your smile is not indicative of your mood. Those who know you better understand and those who didn’t could sense when “it” was directed at them. Your gaze paired with your teeth is less of a sun-ray and more like a spotlight and they’d been caught up against the chain-link fence with no way of surmounting the barbed wire over the top. All that is left to surrender to you in your watch-tower, hands above their heads, or else… well, the “alternative” is rather left unsaid.

Jack knows the smile without teeth is more genuine, reserved mainly for more vulnerable patients (often kids who were great bullshit detectors and more honest than adults) and himself.

Don't let the chicken pens fool, they were a tactic so that no one would steal them. Only one person had felt the wrath of that. Sweetest was replaced by sourness, a silent hand outstretched and expecting the pen back with an apology – which you received and continued with your day without further impediment in that department.

The fear of any deity a med student has entering the ER is replaced by the fear of disappointing you. Not to mention if someone does something that sank that smile from your face, because before then at least you had wherewithal to maintain a veil of professionalism. Your true expression surpasses the bitchiest of resting bitch faces. The idiot who made you stare icy unrelenting cold into their soul is set on a long road to reclaiming even a foot on the ladder towards getting back in your good books. It wouldn’t directly affect work. But so help them if they make eye contact with you across the ER… Jack actually seeks that out because you don't look away when he catches the beam full blast. Neither does he, raising his brow as if to ask "who pissed in your cornflakes today?" from the safety of knowing that it's not him. 

Never sugar-coating, you don't yell, only wield sarcasm to punch up, never down. Complaining is cathartic for everyone and you most of all. That doesn’t prevent med students from tiptoeing around Trauma 1 with the speed and grace of professional ballerinas in hopes of avoiding your signature stare, of course. You wouldn’t ever let this get in the way of patient care or a pupil’s learning - only pausing briefly if they asked a really, really stupid question... which was at least twice a day. This just ups the ante to conduct under. In fact, you respect those who weren’t put off by the reputation your intensity had built more. Better to face the discomfort of approaching you for help with a consult than be blasted with the wrath of avoiding appropriate patient care because "they're scared". These are real lives at stake.

After a bout of complaints during your semi-overlapping piss breaks, Robby once argued that, if you were a little more approachable, perhaps this wouldn't be an issue. His comment instantly bit him on the ass when you reeled off the numerous occasions his students had fucked up royally despite his softly-softly approach with them (the male med students) and the other half of his flock that had thrived in spite of his absence or scolding (often the female students who banded together to survive). Your performance review of him sent him spiraling for a week to compensate for his "alleged" sexism. It did little to alter his teachings, but you still took care of his day breakers whenever they were shunted onto your shift.

When you do give praise, it’s like that person has gotten a Paul Hollywood handshake back when it was still sacred. Med students flock together and chatter excitedly over whoever was dubbed worthy. 

These are adults here to learn or be healed and you to guide and do the healing. You don't coddle.

Well, you do coddle one person. 

Jack watches you with unbridled pride channeled into a smirk as you finish off with Ellis, walking her through with your constructive feedback via the shit-sandwich method and getting Ellis to predict what she should keep doing. Your senior resident is about to fly the coop, but that pat on the shoulder you give her on your way out still sends her off with a spring in her step. Lena waves you out, a snarky comment between the two of you before you fall in stride with Jack for your end of shift routine:

You walk out (together), head home (together), eat and shower (together) and go to sleep with black-out curtains keeping the world away (together). There's little variants. Don't fix what isn't broken. 

In the midst of your wind-down routine, Jack grumbles about the things he shouldn’t as a boss to his subordinates – the finer details of meetings and policies and “in the works” protective measures, not the general disdain for the treatment of medical staff. Meanwhile, you listen whilst you whip up some dinner, offering appropriate sounds in response to Jack's unloading. Batch cooking saves your life on the regular.

He finishes his tirade with a sigh, sipping his drink before bringing out the big guns: “Heard you being nice to Mohan about her work on that encephalitis patient. When are you going to defrost for me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t realise you ran on compliments as well as protein bars and bench-pressing my weight in cast iron. Isn’t it enough that I feed you?” Another complaint, but this one has no burn to it.

Jack's version of puppy-dog eyes whilst you dish up flood you with endorphins. With a sarcastically grumpy eye roll, you tilt his chin up and kiss him with the exhaustion and yearning the day had built up.

“Satisfied?” You slide a plate in front of him.

“One more?”

“Greedy guts.” And you are worse for feeding into his “bad habits”, pecking his lips once more (and again, except it's less of a peck and more of a snog) before getting stuck into your own meal.

Despite the fatigue, your and Jack’s fond smiles intermittently return throughout your showering: Jack rubbing your shoulders whilst soaking the soap bubbles off, you twirling leave-in conditioner into his hair, trying to convince each other to leave the hot water for the no-man’s-land discomfort of towelling off and getting into pyjamas.

You’re resting your heads on fresh silk pillowcases in no time. Realistically, within the hour, you’ll end up sharing Jack’s pillow, tucking up into that furnace of a boyfriend with a gratified sigh. But no one at work would ever know that.

[miinobobeano]

It bothers me so much that the healthcare system relies so much on the patient's ability to advocate for themselves, organize their history, and be so persistent against every medical “professional” who says there’s nothing wrong/they can do. But so many struggle with fatigue, brain fog, and face such ingrained systemic barriers, that the people who need and deserve help and support can’t access it.

I saw something recently that resonated with me: “Access shouldn't depend on who has the energy to fight for it.” And I’ve never agreed with anything more.

[polarity-disturbed]

I can't imagine being anti piracy and being a doctor who fan, considering fans recording the show with tape recorders and distributing those recordings to each other is how we have audio recordings of missing episodes at all.

[deceasedcardinal]

[blupeeblep]

Like to charge, reblog to cast

[mundane-theron-sca-etienne]

[gazpachoandbooks]

Gandalf, to Bilbo: please, listen to the Took in you!

Gandalf, to Pippin: for the love of all that is holy STOP LISTENING TO THE TOOK IN YOU

[oatmealaddiction]

My favorite Lord of the Rings headcannon is just that the hobbits spent the entire trip to Rivendell, badgering Aragorn to eat like four annoying grandmothers. Like, Aragorn is a ranger who's been living off pine needles and power of will for the last decade, and these are the guys who are having eight square meals a day.

"Well now, Strider what would you have ol' Sam whip you up?"

"Nothing. I'm good."

"So just some toast and eggs then?"

"No. Nothing."

"You have to have *something*, here I'll make you some porridge."

"No! I'm not hungry."

"...Should I just reheat the leftovers then?"

And Aragorn is like "What's a leftover?" And all four of the hobbits just gasp in horror, and start muttering about no wonder he's so thin.

[sarakipin]

My Lord of the Rings stationary set for SDCC and Lightbox Expo! Cozy hobbit themed sticker sheets, mini prints, sticky notes, as well as a Fellowship washi tape! I'm so happy with how they turned out!

🌱🌷☁️

[tragicallyunaesthetic]

[dragongirlteeth]

I am shocked at how many people don't have an actively hostile relationship with advertising

[dragongirlteeth]

I am skipping your ads as fast as I can. I'm skipping past your sponsor read. I'm muting the tv. I'm muting the tab. If they get too annoying I will simply stop trying to watch.

If advertisers can use every manipulative trick in the book to get me to buy their product, I am fully within my rights to do everything I can on my end to make their job impossible

[depsidase]

[donniehaspronouns]

also (and I feel the need to add this to every AI post) it is incredibly bad for our environment and is actively stealing water away from people’s homes.

you cannot argue away the environmental damage.

[icantspellthings]

I absolutely love the casting for the AOS movies because yeah Chris Pine kinda looks like a yassified Jim Kirk, and Zachary Quinto does look like a younger Spock. But then they looked at big, tall, broad shouldered, muscular action man Karl Urban and went. Yeah, I think he can play scrawny bean pole shrimp postured, looks like a light gust of wind would blow him away, Leonard McCoy. And by god, were they correct because it was like the spirit of Deforest Kelley himself possessed him to play Bones.

[comicgeekscomicgeek]

Urbanization contributed to Deforestation.

[businesstiramisu]

#that may legitimately be the worst pun i've ever read with my own two eyes