summary: You don’t remember agreeing to have a work wife, but here you are getting driven ‘home’ and ending up at an abandoned gas station instead.
pairings: emery walsh x work wife!reader
warnings: 5.8k words. mature themes. explicit sexual content. workplace dynamics (work wife). emotional distress (patient death / panic attack / hypoventilation / difficulty breathing). emotional vulnerability. fingering. car sex (semi-public). d/s undertones. praise kink. light degradation. clitoral stimulation. read responsibly.
note: we need to see her more in season 3 💔
You moved away from your hometown as soon as you finished your residency because you always knew you were meant to go somewhere else. It didn’t matter where exactly, as long as it was far from the place where you grew up, and you applied to plenty of hospitals to make sure you got out. Good Dominion Hospital, Westbridge Hospital, and St. Mary’s Hospital all sent acceptance letters, but you chose Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center instead. The first week was rough because you worked the day shift under Dr. Robinavitch, and he was way too hot-headed for your liking. You felt tense every time you were near him because he snapped at the doctors around him, so you spent a lot of time trying to talk Gloria Underwood into moving you.
It took a lot of persuasion and reasoning, but she eventually let you switch to the night shift. The work is still stressful, and the hospital is always busy, but it actually feels much better to work under Dr. Abbot's leadership. It’s also easy to get along with the other doctors, like Dr. Chen and Dr. Ellis, but you’ve gotten especially close with Dr. Walsh. It’s because you have the same habit of heading straight to the cafeteria once the shift ends, even though the food is total shit. You just need fuel after being exhausted for many hours, and she seems to feel the same way because you always see her sitting at her usual spot.
You two never shared a table at first, but you just nodded at each other from across the room. It eventually led to you looking for her around the room until you finally asked if you could join her, and it became a regular thing for the two of you to eat together after a long shift, whether you’re sitting in the cafeteria or grabbing cheap snacks from the convenience store down the street. That closeness doesn’t go unnoticed by people at the hospital, but how can’t they when you and Emery clock in at the same time? Not because you two share a place together, it’s more about you waiting for each other at a nearby cafe to start your shift with a caffeine to pump your energy, and walking in together at work is just a bonus.
You’re never late, so it’s rare to see one of you without the other, since you’ve gotten so close, and you even try to clock out together if you aren’t both too exhausted. The nurses and other doctors have noticed how you always check whether she’s available to help with a procedure, and she does the same for you. You could remember that Dr. Ellis even asked if the two of you were dating, and you just told her that you’re friends, but she mentioned that Dr. Walsh dates women anyway, which surprised you when you heard that. You acted like that wasn’t news to you, but you actually had no idea until she said it.
It became some kind of weird assurance for you after hearing that piece of information because you can’t help finding Emery attractive to the point you considered asking her out way before you even learned she dates women. Part of you wishes Dr. Ellis hadn’t said anything at all because you’ve started noticing every little thing she does, and it frustrates you how casual she seems about everything. It’s more frustrating when you can feel her eyes on you every time the two of you spend time together doing an emergency operation, but it’s hard to focus, even though you try your best. It’s more confusing when she gives you those compliments after a successful surgery, but her actions still feel completely professional and platonic.
Yet all that time of wondering about her intentions just disappeared the moment you’re struggling to catch your breath in the hallway. It’s all because you lost a patient on the table, and usually, you can hide your emotions, but this case is just too emotional to handle, which made your chest clench while you leaned against the cold wall. Emery must’ve seen the panic in your eyes since she grabs your arm and leads you into the stock room before anyone else notices. She takes your hands once the two of you are inside and puts them on her own chest. Her skin is warm beneath her scrubs, and she instructs you to match the pace of her breathing.
She waits for you to inhale when she does, and she doesn’t remove her hand from yours while she explains how to hold your breath before letting it go. The tightness in your chest starts to fade as she talks you through doing it again, and she watches your face to ensure you aren’t gasping anymore. She explains that the feeling will pass while she keeps her thumb brushing against the back of your hand. She isn’t usually the type to initiate physical touch, but she doesn’t pull away when you lean forward and wrap your arms around her the moment you finally calm down. She just lets you hold her, and you bury your face against her shoulder.
Her hands come up to rest on your back, and she caresses them as a form of comforting you through what you’re feeling right now. “Are you okay now?” Emery asks as she pulls away from the hug. Her hands move from your back to your shoulders while she looks you over to check if you’re good to work again. You just hum and nod, but she doesn’t look convinced. “You look like a mess. You should go home,” she says while she keeps her grip on you. You shake your head and try to step back. “I’m fine, I can finish my work,” you say before you wipe your face. She frowns and blocks the door. “I don’t need you deciding when I’m done with my shift,” you add when you saw her not wanting to let you go, and the frustration finally makes you boil over.
Emery looks at you like you’re being completely unbelievable while she crosses her arms. “I’m your friend and your co-worker, so I’m just giving you an advice,” she says while she matches your tone. You just nod and look away because that word makes your jaw tighten. “What’s your problem?” she asks while she stays right in front of you. “It’s five in the morning, and you’re acting like this,” she says while she sighs. She blocks your path while she keeps her back against the door. “You need to go home because you’re clearly not on your game today,” she tells you while she stands her ground.
You’re being too obvious right now, and you know it. You didn’t want to react when she said the friend thing because that’s the truth, but you can’t help but get affected. It’s impossible not to when she spends so much time acting like you’re actually together. She’s usually closed off, but she always runs to you after a bad shift in surgery. She has her own way of showing that she needs you, like making you ride around in her car after work or taking you to the rooftop for some fresh air. You can’t just ignore it when your colleagues tease the two of you, while she just brushes it off or rolls her eyes. She acts like she doesn’t even hear them, so you’re the one who has to dismiss everyone.
It’s hard to keep your cool when she notices you’re not okay before anyone else does. “Get your shit together,” Emery says and her words snaps you out of your thoughts. You look at her and scowl because she’s still blocking your way out of the supply room. “I do have my shit together,” you say as you take a step toward her. She doesn’t move while she looks back at you with her arms crossed over her chest. “I know you’re a good doctor and you do your job well,” she says while she sighs. “But your ego and your pride won’t bring you anywhere when you can’t just admit you’re exhausted after losing that patient,” she adds while she steps closer to you.
You feel the heat on your face as you glare at her. “I’m telling you that you need rest,” she says while she keeps her voice steady. You shake your head and step into her space until your bodies are almost touching. “I don’t need that,” you say while you look at her. “That’s not what I need,” you mutter as you feel your pulse quicken. Emery doesn’t flinch while she looks up at you. “What do you need then?” she asks while she lets her gaze wander over your face. “I don’t know,” you say while you look away to avoid her stare. You try to step back, but the supply room feels smaller with her standing so close. “It’s nothing, just forget it,” you mutter as you feel the heat in your face.
Emery tilts her head and steps right into your personal space. “You don’t know?” she asks while she watches you. You know exactly what you need, but it’s not something you can say out loud. You can’t admit that you just want her to hold you again or that you need her to stay right here. “I need coffee,” you say while you try to divert her attention. Emery hums and nods her head while she lets her gaze drop to your lips for a second. You don’t notice the way she looks at you because you’re too busy trying to keep your hands from shaking. “Coffee,” she repeats while she stands close against you. “Yeah, coffee sounds good,” you say while you nod and try to find your breath.
Emery hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her scrubs, but she doesn’t move an inch away from you. “Then we should go get some,” she says while she waits for you to lead the way. You stay exactly where you are as you realize neither of you is actually heading for the door. You almost tell her that she’s the one you actually need, but you stop yourself. You take a deep breath while you force the words down and keep your mouth shut. “Just coffee later?” you ask once you finally find your voice again. Emery nods and takes a slow step back to give you some space. “Later,” she says while she opens the door and walks out into the hall. You follow her out as you try to ignore how much you want to reach for her.
That awareness stays with you because you feel her checking you out at least four times during the rest of your shift. She doesn’t stop to ask if you’re okay, but she raises an eyebrow whenever you catch her looking at you between her own cases. You see her every time she comes down from surgery to the ER after you finish with your own patients. You two just nod at each other when your paths cross at the nurses’ station or before she heads back upstairs. You try to focus on your rounds, but you still know she’s tracking how you’re holding up. You don’t say anything to her, but the way she keeps noticing you makes it impossible to forget what happened earlier.
You keep your head down for the rest of your shift, but your plan to avoid her fails when she catches you in the locker room. You’re already pulling your bag over your shoulder before you hear the door click shut. “Wanting to go home so quickly? Without me?” Emery asks while she leans against the lockers. You stop what you’re doing and look at where the voice came from. “I’m just tired,” you say as you try to keep your voice from shaking. Emery shakes her head and steps closer until you can see the way she’s watching you. “I told you earlier that you should’ve gone home,” she says while she stops just inches away from you.
You don’t want her to think you’re running away from her, so you force yourself to meet her gaze. “Do you still want that coffee?” you ask while you feel the tension building between you again. “I’ll take you home,” Emery says while she stands right in front of you. You keep your eyes on her, and you don’t expect the offer after such a long shift. “We can just grab a cup from that place near your apartment,” she adds, but you can see that she isn’t going to let you walk away by yourself. You think about saying no while you adjust the strap on your shoulder. “I’m serious,” she says as she nudges her shoulder against yours before she turns to open her own locker.
You wait while she quickly grabs her things and shuts the locker door. “Fine, but your coffee is on me,” you say and walk beside her once she’s ready to head toward the exit. She doesn’t say anything else, but she leads the way out to the parking lot. Emery gets into the driver’s seat first while you walk around to sit in the passenger side. You both sit in silence for the first few minutes of the drive, but the silence feels like it’s saying everything you aren’t. She keeps her eyes on the road until she finally decides to break the ice between the two of you. “The others were talking again today,” Emery says while she turns the wheel. You look at her and try to act confused.
“About what?” you ask, even though you already have an idea. She glances at you for a second before looking back at the windshield. “That thing they always say,” she says and taps her fingers against the leather. You shift in your seat as you pretend you don’t get it. “What thing?” you ask while you feel your pulse speed up. You know exactly what she’s talking about because the coworkers won’t stop calling you her work wife. Emery doesn’t look away from the road this time. “The wife thing,” she says, and the way she says it makes the car feel smaller. “Well, you tell me. You’ve been working at the hospital way longer than I have,” you say while you watch the morning traffic start to build up.
Emery grips the steering wheel and keeps her eyes on the road ahead. “It’s not my fault they talk,” she says and sounds defensive about the rumors. You look back at her because you don’t want to be the only one blamed for the gossip. “It’s not my fault either,” you say as you feel the heat in the car starting to rise. You wait a second, then decide to ask the question that’s been stuck in your head. “Did you have a work wife before me? Or do you have another one right now?” you ask while you try to sound like you’re just curious instead of jealous. Emery doesn’t hesitate for even a second before she answers. “No,” she says, and her voice is firm while she keeps driving toward your apartment.
“Not even Yolanda?” you ask as you try to push for more while she makes a turn. Emery scoffs and shakes her head at the road. “Why would you even suggest that ever happened?” she asks, and you can’t come up with a good reason to back it up. You just shrug as you watch her profile. “The two of you look like you have history,” you say, but she just scoffs again. “Yeah, and who exactly told you I have a thing with women?” she asks while she glances at you. You chuckle nervously and shake your head because you don’t want to snitch on Dr. Ellis. “I don’t know. People just talk,” you say, but you can tell she isn’t buying your excuse.
“Tell me who told you that,” she says while she keeps her eyes on the road and waits for you to talk. You look out the window as you realize you can’t get out of this. “Fine, Dr. Ellis mentioned it,” you say, and you hope Emery doesn’t actually go and confront Parker about it. “I don’t mind, but I honestly thought Parker would’ve been the one to tell you,” Emery says while she keeps one hand on the steering wheel. You look down at her other hand, where it rests on her thigh, and you find yourself completely out of it. You can’t focus on the conversation because the way she drives is so easy to look at, and it's hard to ignore.
“Yeah, I guess,” you mutter as you keep your eyes glued to her fingers against her leg. You aren’t even thinking about Dr. Ellis or the rumors anymore while you watch her grip the steering wheel. Emery glances over at you, but you don’t look up to check her face. “You still with me?” she asks, and you just nod without saying another word. Emery notices where you’re looking and moves her hand from her own leg to yours. You flinch when her palm lands on your thigh, but you don’t try to move away. She knows exactly how you feel about her, and she doesn’t seem to mind the attention at all. You look away toward the side window while you take a deep breath to try to calm down.
“Abbot saw you earlier, and he thought you were hypoventilating,” Emery says while she starts to caress your thigh with her thumb. You don’t look back at her because you’re trying to focus on anything besides her hand on your thigh. “You really had us worried there since you could barely breathe,” she adds and sighs while she keeps her eyes on the road. You’re still quiet and listen to her talk about the shift. “Abbot actually thinks you did a great job getting through the rest of the day,” she says while her hand sits against your thigh. This isn’t like Emery at all because she usually avoids any physical contact, but she clearly finds it fun to tease you after catching that look you gave her hand earlier.
She saw the way your eyes were glued to her fingers, and she’s using that knowledge to mess with you while she keeps her other hand on the wheel. “I think you did a good job too,” she says as she sneaks her fingers higher toward your inner thigh. You finally speak up, although you’re still looking away. “I don’t think you really believe that,” you mutter because you’re sure she’s just trying to be nice. Emery scoffs at your doubt and keeps her eyes on the road. “I do believe it, even if I think it was for the best that you ended your shift early,” she argues while her thumb presses into the fabric over your inner leg. You can’t even focus on her defending your work when her hand is so high up.
“You could barely breathe, and you still tried to stay,” she adds, and you feel her grip tighten. “You should stop kissing my ass just because we’re friends,” you mutter while you lean your head back against the seat. Emery shakes her head as she sneaks her hand even higher until her fingers are pressing right against your inner thigh. You let out a soft sigh and subconsciously open your legs wider to give her more room. “I’m not saying it because we’re friends,” she says before she stops talking to squeeze your leg hard. You squirm in your seat as she keeps both eyes on the road. “I’m saying it because you’re a good doctor and most people would’ve just walked out if they felt that overwhelmed,” she adds while she uses her other hand to guide the steering wheel around a turn.
You reach down and put your hand over hers, but you don’t pull her away. “You finished your shift because you’re a good girl who cares about her patients more than herself,” she says as she rubs her thumb over the fabric of your scrubs. Emery uses the tips of her index and middle fingers to rub against you between your clothed folds while she keeps her eyes on the road. Your mouth parts as you let out a gasp, and you close your eyes. “H-hah... what do you mean by doing nothing?” you manage to ask while your fingers grip the seat. Emery lets out a low grunt as she feels you reacting to her touch. “I was already planning to get my tongue inside you before you started acting so bold,” she says while she circles her fingers over your clit through the fabric.
You look out the side window and see a familiar run-down building coming up. “There’s an abandoned gas station just a few blocks away,” you suggest as you tilt your head back against the door. Emery glances toward the building and speeds up. “Yeah? You can’t wait until we get to your place?” she asks while she tightens her hold on the steering wheel. You nod your head and let out a shaky breath. “Yes,” you answer because you can’t think about anything except her hand. Emery leans in and presses her face against the side of your neck while her fingers keep working inside your scrubs. “You’re so fucking wet,” she whispers as she uses her thumb to put more pressure against your clit.
Your mouth is right against her ear while she kisses your skin, and you let out a ragged moan. “Nnngh... hahh... Emery,” you whimper as you tilt your head to give her more access. She grunts and continues rubbing you through your panties while she uses her other hand to grip the back of your seat. You bite your lip when she sucks your neck, and you pull back just enough to look at her. “The back... can we go to the back of the car?” you ask while you struggle to get the words out. Emery lets out a low breath and pulls her hand out of your pants. “Get back there,” she says before she unbuckles her seatbelt.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and push the passenger door open to step out into the empty lot. You quickly open the back door and climb inside while Emery follows right behind you. It feels embarrassing to do this in the car during broad daylight, but you need her too much to care about who might see. You scramble onto the seat as she shuts the door and looms over you. She immediately pulls you toward her and grabs the waistband of your scrubs. You feel her knuckles brush against your skin while she starts to pull the fabric down over your hips. Emery pulls your scrubs down all the way and tosses them onto the car floor.
She leaves you in just your top and panties while she taps her lap to signal for you to sit there. You don’t listen to her command; instead, you grab the fabric of her clothes. You pull her toward you until she’s hovering over you, and you press your lips against hers. You spread your legs to let her get closer as you wrap your arms around her neck. Your tongue slides into her mouth while you guide her body against yours. You keep your arms wrapped around her neck as you kiss her, and your tongues swipe against each other. She playfully sucks on your tongue while her hands move all over your body because she can’t get enough of you.
One of her hands rubs the back of your head while the other slides down your arm to squeeze your waist. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss as her palm caresses your side and then moves further down to your thigh. She rubs the skin of your leg before she gives your thigh a firm squeeze while her mouth is busy against yours. You feel her hands wander and caress everywhere they can reach while you keep pulling her closer against your body. Emery breaks the kiss and starts trailing her mouth down your jaw toward your neck. You bite your lip to suppress a moan as her teeth graze against your skin. “I want to hear you,” she whispers while her hot breath hits your ear.
“Don’t be shy because nobody else can hear you except me,” she adds as she sucks on a spot just below your ear. You let out a muffled groan and shake your head while you grip her shoulders. Emery pulls away from your neck and slides her hand inside your panties to rub your wet clit. “I’ve got my fingers right on your cunt, and you’re still trying to be quiet?” she asks while she increases the pressure. “H-hah... nnngh- Emery, please,” you whimper as you arch your back against the seat. Emery slides her fingers inside your cunt, and she makes sure to thrust them deep to get a moan out of your mouth.
“You’re acting so prideful today,” she mutters while she feels your walls tighten around her. “Haaah... n-nothing... mmf,” you gasp as you close your eyes and clench around her hand because it’s too much to handle. You feel your face get warm while she continues to move her fingers in and out of you. Emery watches you squirm, and she doesn’t stop the motion. “Is it that embarrassing for you?” she asks as she thrusts even harder. “Having your work wife’s fingers buried deep inside you while we’re parked in the middle of nowhere?” she adds while she waits for you to answer. You can’t find the words, and you just tilt your head back as you let out a long breath.
“Nnngh... mmn... f-fuck,” you whimper while you feel her knuckles rubbing against your clit. Emery pulls your panties to the side with her free hand so she can see how your cunt takes her fingers. She stops thrusting and keeps her hand inside you while she waits for you to move. You grind your hips against her lap to get her deeper, but she just smirks at how you struggle. “Nnngh... haaah... mmn,” you moan as you move your hips against her. Emery lets out a low grunt while she looks at the way you desperately try to get what you want. “You’re so fucking needy for me,” she mutters as she uses her thumb to press against your clit.
You whimper and hide your face in the crook of her neck while you keep grinding because the sensation is too much. “Mmf- Emery... hngh- please move,” you beg as you clench around her knuckles. You bite her neck when she doesn’t move her fingers, and she just presses her thumb harder against your clit. You keep moving your hips against her hand, but you let out a ragged breath. “H-hah... ahhn- don’t you think this is a bad idea?” you mutter when she finally starts to thrust into your cunt again. Emery chuckles, and she picks up the pace as she looks at you. “Nobody’s going to find out,” she says while she watches you struggle to keep your voice down.
“They’ll just think everything is normal between us,” she adds before her fingers move deeper inside you. You grip her shoulders after you feel yourself slip slightly on her lap. “Oh god... nnngh- you’re way too into this work wife thing,” you gasp while you arch your back against her. She just grunts and keeps working her fingers inside you because she wants to hear you get even louder. Emery lets go of your panties, and she moves her hand behind you to squeeze your ass. Your mouth stays parted against her neck before you pull back so you can look at her. She keeps thrusting her fingers inside your cunt while she watches your expression.
“Haaah... mmf- oh god,” you pant after you lean in to press a kiss against her lips. Emery grunts, and she keeps her fingers moving deep inside you. “What was that for?” she asks when you pull away again. You just shake your head, but you don’t say anything, and you go back to resting your face against her shoulder. “Nn- it’s nothing,” you whisper while you feel her knuckles rubbing against your clit. She chuckles, and she uses her grip on your ass to guide your hips into a faster pace. Emery keeps her hand on your ass, and she uses that grip to keep guiding your hips while she thrusts her fingers deep into your cunt.
You hide your face against her neck again as the sensation starts to build up. “Mmn... hngh- Emery... I think I’m almost there,” you whisper before you feel her fingers hook inside you. She grunts, and she keeps her fingers moving fast even though you won’t pull away. “Look at me,” she commands, but you just shake your head because you’re too embarrassed. “N-no... hngh- you just want to see me when I cum,” you mutter while you cling to her shoulders. Emery chuckles, and she picks up the pace when she feels your inner walls clench around her knuckles. “You’re damn right I do,” she says while she keeps working her hand inside you to finish you off.
She lets go of your ass, and she uses that hand to tilt your head back so you have to face her. You close your eyes tight because you can’t handle the way she’s staring, but her fingers keep working inside your cunt. “Why won’t you let me see you?” she asks when she keeps up the pace. You lean your head back, and you struggle to find a good excuse. “Hngh- it’s just... mmph- too much when you look at me like that,” you whisper after you feel her thumb circle your clit again. Emery chuckles because she knows you’re just being shy. “Would you prefer it if I just watched your cunt take my fingers while you cum instead?” she teases before she thrusts even deeper.
You let out a long groan before you hide your face again. “No-! mm... haaah- that’s way worse,” you moan as you clench around her hand. Emery keeps her fingers buried deep when she leans in to talk you through it. “It’s not way worse. I just want to see how pretty you are,” she whispers after she watches you struggle to catch your breath. Her bottom lip gets caught between her teeth as she bites down without thinking because the view of you is too good while you straddle her lap. “That’s it... doing so well for me,” she adds before she picks up the pace. You feel her knuckles rubbing against your clit, and your clit is pulsing against her fingers.
“I know that feels good,” she tells you while she thrusts her fingers into your cunt. The pleasure is almost too much to handle, but she doesn’t stop. “I’m going to be thinking about this all day tomorrow,” she mutters while she watches you struggle to breathe. “It’s going to be hard to focus at the hospital when I know exactly how you feel around my hand,” she says while your legs shake and your knees squeeze her hips. You shake your head, and you try to keep from whining too loud. “Mmn... hngh- you won’t do anything because you have a reputation to keep,” you gasp after you feel her thumb hook over your clit.
You know she’s not going to risk making the other doctors suspicious of you two, but she just grunts at your words. “Technically, you’re my work wife,” she whispers when she pushes two fingers into your cunt as far as they can go. “That means I get to have all the benefits whenever I want them,” she says before you let out a broken sound and you finally cum around her fingers because of what she said. “Oh god... ahhhn- mmf!” you cry out as your walls clench tightly around her hand. “Mmmn... hngh- don’t stop,” you whimper after you feel your walls squeeze her fingers.
Emery doesn’t stop thrusting her hand inside your cunt until you finally stop cumming, and she keeps her fingers buried deep while she begins to rub your clit. “Look at the mess you made on my lap,” she mutters when she notices the dark wet spot spreading across her pants. You feel your soaked panties clinging to your skin, but the fabric is completely drenched from your slick and cum. “Hah... p-please- it’s so embarrassing,” you gasp as she nudges your legs wider to get a better view of the ruined fabric. She grunts, and she curls her fingers deeper to stretch you out. “You’re so sensitive for me... I can’t believe you’re this wet and still dripping for me,” she teases before she watches the way you try to hide your face.
You tremble against her, and you can’t stop the small sounds from leaving your throat. “I-it’s not... mmmf- shut up,” you cry out because the pressure against your clit is starting to feel like too much. She keeps her hand right there while you struggle to catch your breath. “We still have to go back to your place after this... how are you going to walk inside with your underwear in that state?” she asks as she curls her fingers one more time. Your eyes roll back, and you let out a shaky breath when you realize she’s right about the mess. “Oh god... hahh- I hate you,” you mutter after you slump forward and hide your face in the crook of her neck. Your fingers find her hair, and you play with the strands while your chest heaves against hers.
Emery hums when she feels your touch, and she doesn’t pull away. “Maybe I should just change your name on my phone right now... how does Mrs. Walsh sound to you?” she teases after she gives your clit one last playful rub. You feel heat spread across your face, but you don’t move from her shoulder. “N-no... mmph- I’m not your wife,” you mumble against her skin before she grunts. She finally pulls her hand away from your drenched panties while she withdraws her wet fingers from your cunt, too. “You can say that all you want, but everyone at the hospital already thinks you are,” she says before you press a soft kiss to her neck because a girl like you could only dream of having a wife that’s also a doctor like you.
Robinavitch: Ah there's my favorite veterans, how's this Veteran's day treating you
Abbot: Shittly
Walsh: I wish those bombs would've taken me out
Garcia: You and me both sister. At least I am the favorite hospital vet
Walsh: Why would you he the favorite? I'm head of general surgery and Abbot is Robinavitch's ex fwb
Robinavitch: For the last time, Walsh, please stop saying that
Garcia: Yeah, Walsh. Plus we all know that the marines are OBJECTIVELY better
Abbot: Excuse you mother fucker
Garcia: We are the homeland security, we're on the boats, we're on the front lines. We do EVERYTHING
Walsh: Without the airforce, the military would be nothing
Garcia: Yeah okay buddy
Walsh: Who would drop medical supplies and bombs or strike down missiles if it weren't for the Airforce?
Garcia: I'm sure that we could cover
Abbot: Hold your horses there, the army is the best
Garcia: Oh really now
Abbot: Uh yeah. Who gets sent out when there's civil unrest
Garcia: Army
Abbot: Who are the main people on thr front lines
Garcia: You guys have time to prepare, we just get sent out like "hey don't die"
Abbot: Not always
Walsh: Not everything is about the oppression Olympics
Garcia: Well I'm glad you can say that
Walsh: What the fuck does that mean
Garcia: I have a consult
Walsh: No you don't
Garcia: You know what I'm sorry I said anything
Walsh: I deal with the same trauma you do
Abbot: Emmy, being on the ground and in the air are two different things
Emery: I get that but she only served 4 tours so I'm confused as to how she thinks that she's more traumatized
Garcia: First off i served 7
Walsh: Congrats
Garcia: Secondly, i never even fucking said that but if you wanna play this game, fine
Walsh: No, no i really really don't because you're clearly not in the right mindset to have a civil conversation and you haven't been all day. So I'm gonna step away before we both blow up and lose our jobs
Garcia: Fine, go
Walsh: I am thank you very much
Robinavitch: Jack why don't you go with her, I just came here to talk with Garcia
Abbot: You good
Garcia: Macho man
Abbot: (gives thumbs up and walks over to where Walsh is standing)
Robinavitch: What's your with you today
Garcia: It's just a bit of a hard day
Robinavitch: Mel told me about finding you with Sarge, do you need to go home?
Garcia: Why cause I'm too much of a fucking liability for you?
Robinavitch: Okay wow
Garcia: What? Was that too direct for you
Robinavitch: I'm trying to be civil here, Yolanda
Garcia: Well i don't need a babysitter
Robinavitch: Really cause when you're crouching down, acting like you have a gun in your as if you're in Iraq -
Garcia: Don't.
Robinavitch: Don't what?
Garcia: Y - you don't know what it was like, mkay. I have to live with - you know what fuck you, forget it
Robinavitch: No, no. I'm not letting you go
Garcia: Why not?
Robinavitch: Cause Shamsi thinks you're impaired and wanted me to see what's up. You and I both know she's gonna blow up on you if I come back saying nothing
Garcia: Why? Does she think I'm on drugs or amthn
Robinavitch: I think she knows you're having an episode and agrees it's not safe for you to operate
Garcia: Why am I gonna kill someone? Why does everyone think I'm some kind of monster
Robinavitch: Jesus fucking christ, nobody thinks that.
Garcia: Yeah well they certainly act like it
Robinavitch: Did you have an episode? Are you in one?
Garcia: Why do you care?
Robinavitch: Because I don't think Mel told me the full story and the last time you had an episode, you didn't show up for 3 days after you got 304'd. I'm just trying to make sure you're good.
Garcia: It's just ... there was a kid who came in and he got shot by a vet who was having a flashback and there were some kids who brought in poppers, yk the things you throw at the wall and they pop, and then someone knocked down a tray and then the rest of the fucking shelf and there was a guy who literally himself in fire in my line of sight after I told him not to smoke on oxygen. And the VA won't refill my fucking meds and I have barely slept in the last few months cause I keep on seeing it. In fragments, in a fantasy but it feels all the same and I can only sleep when i drink myself into it and I'm scared that I'm gonna relapse and I'm scaring people. My own fuckinf girlfriend is terrified of me and some times i just can't help but think.... what's the point. I became a surgeon because of what I saw and what i did, but I am the sane person whi shot a child in the face cause i thought that he was a runner. I truly am one of the shitiesst people alive.
Robinavitch: You were a soldier and it was your job -
Garcia: MY JOB WAS TO HELP PEOPLE NOT MURDER THEM IN FRONT OF THEIR MOTHERS! It shouldve been me
Robinavitch: Yolanda -
Garcia: No because who tf signs up to join the Marines at 17 after your parents kicked you out only to go take that out on other people's kids
Robinavitch: You need to talk to someone
Garcia: I did and it just made me feel like shit. I can't live like this anymore. I need help but the VA refused to give it to me so I'm like truly at a loss
Robinavitch: Are you having thoughts about hurting yourself?
Garcia: I could ask you the same question
Robinavitch: I'm not the one who said theyd be better off dead
Garcia: It's not like i have a plan
Robinavitch: But you're getting there, right?
Garcia: You don't know what I've been through, stay the fuck out of it
Robinavitch: Okay well then i will be having you put on a psych hold due to suicidal behaviors and several severe PTSD related episodes
Garcia: I don't need to be your fucking liability i need a better brain.
Robinavitch: So what am I supposed to tell Shamsi?
Garcia: That I'm a crazy fucking bitch, aren't I
Robinavitch: Or maybe i can just tell her you did relapse
Garcia: At least it would just let me go for once in my fucking life
Robinavitch: See saying shit like that isn't helping your case
Garcia: I literally paid for the ED to have a whole fucking buffet, I've been nice to everyone all morning, like i was all jolly and shit before everything else happened. Do I seem suicidal to you?
Robinavitch: People are usually more peaceful in their last days
Garcia: I. Am. Not. Going. To. Kill. Myself. Tell. Shamsi. To. Suck. My . Dick
Robinavitch: Or we can have a civil conversation
Garcia: I'm done and I'll tell Shamsi that I'm quitting just so you don’t have to deal with my sorry ass
Robinavitch: Oh stop with the martyr bullshit
Garcia: Don't worry you won't have to deal with me after today
Robinavitch: She's not gonna just let you quick
Garcia: I'll just blow my fuckin brains out in front of her, sure that will send a clear message
Robinavitch: No, Yolanda, please come back
Garcia: No I'm done with the conversation. Goodbye Robby it was really nice knowing you, you can have first row seats once I kill myself like you so generously asked
(Garcia goes back inside shaking her head)
Robinavitch: Take care, Yoyo
(Please comment, I need feedback on my writing and just general stuff)
emery -> english bulldog. sourpuss but will do the job when pressed. confident. calm. collected. knows her worth and knows her strength.
shen -> golden. silly. funny. goofy. chill. loves a good tennis ball. rolls around in the grass. eats a whole pizza off the counter. everyone's friend.
