#keepfeelings

[rabbit-bitxh]

Shared universe with @keepfeelings

{Just Carter and his dad's}

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@keepfeelings iked this for a starter

Robby stood at the nurses’ station scanning the patient board, one hand braced against the counter while the ER buzzed around him. He glanced up when he noticed the unfamiliar doctor nearby and gave a small nod of acknowledgment. “You look like someone who hasn’t quite figured out our particular brand of chaos yet,” he said dryly. “Michael Robby. Trauma.” His eyes flicked toward the board again before returning to the other. “Let me guess—you’re the consult they sent down?”

[fangsforhire]

| ℒ | ~ @keepfeelings

‘This is ridiculous.’

He was sat upright on the hospital bed without ever managing to look settled into it, shoulders held too tight, one hand gripping the edge of the mattress hard enough to show where his control was fraying. The room was all harsh light, bleach, plastic, distant voices, the clipped rhythm of machines, every sound needling under his skin until he looked as though he might climb out of it entirely if left there much longer. ( He kept glancing toward the door and then away again, jaw set, fingers straying to the hospital band at his wrist only to leave it alone a second later, like even touching the thing made the whole place feel more real. ) Whatever sharp wit he usually wore so easily had thinned into something brittle here, because hospitals pulled too much from memory and left him with nowhere comfortable to put his hands, his nerves, or the ugly instinct to leave before anyone could stop him. At the first shift of movement near the doorway, his head turned at once, blue eyes alert with unease he was doing a poor job of disguising.

‘If you are not my doctor, please do not tell me to relax.’

[dana3vans]

it didn't make any sense. she'd looked him up four times, by first name, last name, date of birth, social security number. staring at john carter through the window of his room, she didn't see who was in the records she'd just pulled up. by all accounts, he should be over fifty. the person she was staring at had to be in his twenties. she was about ready to call him out, and then she saw a photo. she couldn't believe her eyes, really. looking an awful lot like robby, and then learning he was telling the truth about who he was . . . dana entered the room quieter than she normally would, sitting on a chair opposite john on the bed. 'i gotta be honest with you, kid - none've this is really makin' sense t'me,' dana murmured so that only he could hear, the woman pushing her readers into her hair. 'how old're you again?' @keepfeelings.

[protectxthem]

@keepfeelings asked: [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver - for Jack

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  ) | accepting

He hears heavy footsteps behind him before hearing someone's voice, asking for him. Jack turns around and comes face-to-face with a gun barrel. He doesn't even flinch, nor does his face pale as he looks past the gun barrel in his face and toward the guy holding the gun. "Can I help you?" He asks, calmly. The guy grits his teeth and starts waving the gun around, before he starts yelling that Jack killed his brother by neglecting his care. Jack was confused about who the person was referring to, as he had many patients and people coming and going in the ED, and it was hard to keep track.

He can hear people's sneakers squeak on the floor as they move quickly out of danger. Jack stays where he is, trying to talk the guy down. His eyes go wide as the guy's finger curls around the trigger. He closes his eyes, expecting the bullet to hit him when he hears the gunfire.

He opens his eyes, and instead of checking to see if he's okay, he looks down at the guy on the ground and then spots Carter on the ground too.

"John!" Jack shouts, rushing over to him. He kneels down next to him, rolling Carter over onto his back, hands quickly feeling for a wound while his eyes quickly look for any blood.

"Code Hula Hoop!" He hears someone shout as other members of the staff run over to help Jack and Carter.

[rabbit-bitxh]

@keepfeelings liked for a starter

"You are here early... did you sleep in the on-call room?"

"You know today is your day off, go home, get some rest. We will be fine without you for one day."

[missmargomuse616]

" you expecting a party? "

" Not really, but I did see a few doctors and nurses over there throwing a surprise birthday party for someone." Margo replied as she gestures towards the others with a wave of her hand. " I thought about asking for some cake but I figured that would be too much for a patient to ask for right?" Margo asked as she looked over at carter with a cheeky girn.

[rabbit-bitxh]

" Your hands are shaking. Let me take over. "

"Fine...I'm fine. Worry about the patients not me." Robby muttered, barely able to take the wavering out of his tone before he spoke.

He wasn't sure what was hitting him harder, the exhaustion, the stress, or the overstimation from the screaming and crying that filled the halls, a renewed sound as more gurneys came in.

Seemingly endless...

A soft breath caught in his throat as he took a step back to hand the bougie and laryngoscope over to Carter, tired eyes turning to look at the resident with a defeated look.