Head Wound
Pairing: Robby/Abbot/Reader Summary: A late night accident leads you to being in the ER where both your boyfriends are very surprised to find you Word Count: 2675 Warnings: mention of blood/injury A/N: This was just sitting in my google docs because I had no idea how to end it but finally finished it up so please enjoy!
Your shift had been exceptionally annoying tonight. Too many drunk idiots that you had to deal with and they never liked being cut off or told off so your tips hadn’t reflected the crazy night you had, which only made it all the more frustrating.
You normally stay up for a little after you make it home, preferring to unwind before going through your nighttime routine but tonight you weren’t in the mood for any of it. The second you stepped into your room, you were kicking your jeans off at the same time you were throwing your shirt over your head. You didn’t even bother to toss them into the laundry hamper which was only a few feet to the left, before you pulled the covers and crawled into bed.
You groaned when a few hours later you were pulled from your restful sleeping with the strong urge to pee. You knew crawling into bed without so much as going to the bathroom was not your best move, but you couldn’t say you fully cared. You let out another huff before throwing your blankets off and making your way in the dark to the bathroom. You were too tired, and it was too early, to deal with turning on any lights. You peed, half asleep on the toilet before heading back the way you came. You were already almost asleep on your feet, when they suddenly found themselves tangled in some foreign object on your floor. Before you had the chance to fully react, you were stumbling forward. You weren’t awake or aware enough to even attempt to catch yourself and for a second you felt that moment of weightlessness before your head made a sharp impact with something before you crashed the rest of the way to the floor.
“Fuck!” You cursed as you hit the ground, your head immediately pounding. There was a sharp throbbing at your temple. You started to push yourself up with one arm, while your other instinctively reached for the sore spot on your head. You were expecting to feel a bump or honestly nothing, but instead you are met with a warm sticky feeling. “Fuck.”
You tried to tell yourself you were just imagining it but you could also feel a trail of something running down your face. “Shit, shit.” You started to panic and frantically reached up for your bedside lamp, fumbling you managed to find the switch and turn it on. You were immediately accosted with a harsh light but once you blinked away the initial shock, you pulled your hand away from your face, to find it covered in blood.
You were immediately in a panicked, rushed state. You stood up and tried to ignore the wave of nausea and made your way to your linen closet to grab a hand towel to press to the wound. You were pretty sure you’ve heard that head wounds bleed a lot, even if they aren’t serious so you were just hoping that was true.
Keeping pressure on the towel, something else you were pretty sure you were supposed to be doing, you rushed back into your room and grabbed your phone. You had a moment of pause, not really sure what to do. You knew that driving yourself to the hospital with a head wound wasn’t smart but it was only 5:00 a.m., who were you supposed to call. Trying to think hurt too much so you quickly pulled up Uber and put in a request. While the app was looking for a driver, you threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt, which was not easy with the wound, and you definitely got blood on it. Once you were dressed and the app told you the driver was almost to you, you grabbed your phone and threw on a pair of sandals (putting on socks one handed had proven too difficult), swung your purse over your shoulder and quickly headed out the door.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Your uber driver asked as you slid into the back seat.
“Mostly.” You responded
“Assuming to the hospital?” She asked.
“Correct.” You nodded. She quickly pulled out and made the luckily short drive to the PMTC. She pulled right up to the emergency room doors, and you got out gingerly with a quick thank you before heading into the lobby.
You had hoped that at such a random time, both too late and too early, the waiting room would be relatively empty, but instead you were met with too bright lights and too much noise from the mostly full room. Your shoulders deflated as you stepped into the line for the registration desk.
Luckily they definitely have good systems in place, and the intake line moved quickly and you were soon giving the women your information and being told to take a seat and that someone would see you as soon as they could.
You located a free seat along the back wall and sank into it. You pulled out your phone, planning to pass the wait time by scrolling on your phone. Unfortunately, it hadn’t been plugged in long, and didn’t have much battery, plus the combination of the bright light and trying to look with only one eye, you quickly gave up and leaned your head back and closed your eyes.
Between the headache and the noise of the waiting room, you weren’t too worried about accidentally falling asleep. Time ticked by slowly as you listened in on the conversations that were happening around you. Mostly others complaining about their long wait times and how they just wanted to go home and go to bed, or how they needed to get back to a pet, or needed to go to work in a few hours. You were trying to remain patient yourself but you were starting to think it would have just been better to try and stitch it up yourself or call one of your boyfriends, both of which were ER doctors.
It was in that moment that you suddenly realized that in all the chaos of what was happening, you hadn’t texted Robby and/or Jack about what was going on. You felt so stupid and quickly sat up to do just that. As you pulled out your phone, you groaned when you were met with the dead battery symbol. But just then, you heard your name from across the room, but instead of a nurse calling you back for assessment, it was Robby, quickly making his way over to you.
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Robby had frowned at his phone in the morning when he didn’t see your usual text telling them that you had made it home safe from your shift. He hoped that you had just crashed after a crazy shift but it didn’t stop him from worrying on his walk to the hospital.
As he stepped through the waiting room, he did his usual scan to see how badly they were behind, and to make sure that there was no one in need of immediate care. His eyes scanned the room, cataloging the crowd when suddenly all his thoughts seized in the moment his eyes landed on you. Sitting with a bloody towel pressed against your forehead, a trail of dried blood running down the side of your face along with blood staining the collar of what he believes is one of his shirts.
In an instant, he shook off the initial shock of seeing you, and was rushing forward, your name slipping past his lips in a panic.
Your head shot up and you were suddenly making eye contact with Robby, whose face was contorted in a deep frown. What the hell had happened? And more importantly why hadn’t you called or at least texted. And why did Jack have you just sitting out in the waiting room while you were bleeding from the head.
“Oh, hey Michael.” You greeted sheepishly as he squatted down in front of you.
“Hey.” His frown only deepened at how casual you were being. “What happened?”
“I tripped. Hit my head on the nightstand.” You told him trying to ignore the embarrassment you felt over being so clumsy.
“Well come on, we got to get that looked at.” He said, his voice leaving no room for argument as he reached forward to help you stand up. You didn’t need that much assistance, but you allowed Robby to lead you through the waiting room and back to the ER with one arm wrapped around your shoulders and the other resting on your hip.
As he led you through the doors, you found yourself taking in the surroundings. You had heard them tell you many stories from work, but had yet to make a visit, so you were curious about the layout and some of the staff that you watch running around. The chaos of the room was definitely immediately apparent, but what pulled your attention was Jack. He was standing at one of the computers, most likely charting away, when one of the interns stepped up to him to ask him a question. You watched as he interacted with the intern, looking over the chart and discussing whatever the question had been.
“What room do we have open?” Robby quickly asked one of the nurses standing at the nurses’ station. You watched as Jack’s head snapped up at the sound of Robby’s voice. His face went from confusion to anger to concern all in the span of a couple of seconds.
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Jack was trying to help one of his interns figure out what tests they should run as they weren’t finding anything wrong with their patient, even though they were presenting with some serious symptoms. His focus was suddenly pulled away when he heard Robby’s voice asking about an open room. He immediately looked over to him, recognizing the concern that was laced in Robby’s question. His heart dropped down to his feet when he noticed you, tucked under Robby’s arm, a white towel stained red pressed to your head. Panic settled into his chest at whatever had happened to you. He had been worried about you for the last several hours when he realized that you hadn’t sent a text to let them know you had made it home safe like you normally did, and now to find you injured, made his heart ache.
“South 14.” The nurse told Robby without missing a beat as Jack ran up to meet you and Robby as he led you towards the available spot.
“What the hell happened?” Jack asked as soon as he was at your other side.
“I want to ask you the same thing.” Robby's clipped voice cut you off before you were able to answer his question. Jack cocked his head in confusion before Robby continued. “Why on earth was she just sitting out in chairs with a bleeding head for who knows how long.”
“What do you mean?” Jack frowned. “I had no idea she was here. Babe?”
You sheepishly tried to avoid both their eyes as Robby gently helped you up onto the bed.
“Well?” Robby added.
“I told Robby. I tripped and hit my head on the corner of my nightstand. It obviously was bleeding a bunch so I came here.” You tried to explain. You knew that didn’t cover most of their questions but your head was still pounding and you really weren’t sure what you were supposed to say.
“Why didn’t you call us?” Robby asked, frowning deeper. He couldn’t understand how you had got yourself seriously injured and he or Jack weren’t your first call. He was trying to keep his thoughts at bay, at least until he knew you were okay, but he couldn’t help but think you didn’t feel the same about him as he did about you.
“How long have you been here?” Jack asked at the same time as Robby. He also couldn’t wrap his head around why you wouldn’t have called them. Or at least once you were here, why hadn’t you made the effort to find him. You knew he was working tonight, and all you would have had to do was tell the intake nurse to let him know you were here.
“Um like.. 2 hours.” You muttered, casting your eyes down. Hearing them both so concerned and clearly upset with you made you realize how dumb it had been not to call them. You had just been so panicked and in so much pain, you weren’t thinking. You also were so used to being on your own in this city, it was hard to remember you had people to lean on now.
“Hours?” Jack’s shock was evident in his voice. “Why on earth has no one seen you yet?”
“It was pretty busy out there.” You shrugged.
“No excuse.” He frowned, exchanging a look with Robby before stepping up to you. His hand gently cupped over the one still holding the towel to your forehead. “Well let’s get you looked at now, okay?”
“Okay.” You let your hand fall away as Jack guided it down.
You could feel the heated stares of both the men as they assessed your injury. They had decided it actually wasn’t too deep but would still need a few stitches. They didn’t even bother to call in a nurse, administering the pain meds themselves before starting on the quick stitches.
“All done.” Robby told you as you felt them both lean away from you slightly. “Though we will need to get a CT scan to rule out a concussion.”
“I don’t think I have a concussion.” You argued. You watch both of them frown at that.
In both their minds, the concern for a serious concussion was rather obvious. It seemed obvious to them that you hadn't been thinking clearly if you didn’t think to call either one of them. You had sat in the waiting room for hours without once thinking that you should notify your boyfriends who worked there that you were injured.
“Babe, you sat in that waiting room for hours and didn’t call or text either of us.” I think that calls for some concern.” Robby said. Not that he hoped you had a concussion, obviously he hoped otherwise, however, it would be a better explanation than you just not feeling as strongly for them.
“I-” You tried to think of an excuse to give them but you didn’t have one. You knew that calling them would have been the most logical thing and you didn’t know how to explain to them that you hadn’t thought of it. Maybe you were concussed. “Okay,”
“Great, we’ll put the order in.” Jack nodded, still looking at you with concern. When your eyes moved to Robby, his expression was similarly concerned.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. You could tell that below their concern, they were also upset that you hadn’t called them. And you couldn’t blame them, if you had been in their shoes, you would also be upset that they didn’t think to tell you what had happened. “I was just so tired and in pain, trying to think hurt my head and then when I did finally realize that I hadn’t called or texted either of you, my phone was dead, and then, as if I summoned him, Robby was right there.”
“You just worried us.” Robby told you. “Not getting your normal text after shift and then seeing you sitting in chairs, I don’t want to feel that again.”
“Agreed, no matter what, please call us, we want to know you’re okay.” Jack chimed in.
“I promise, next time I bash my head, you two will be my first call.” You promise them. You try to make a small joke, but you also are sincere in your promise, from now on, you don’t plan to forget that you have two amazing boyfriends to take care of you.
“Let’s not do this again” Jack gives you a sharp look.
“Deal.”
