INCOMING: 🤒 your muse to find that my muse is sick and refusing to rest
it’s an inevitable thing really, getting cornered by @pittbangs. he’s spent the last few hours of this ‘accidental’ overtime successfully avoiding being cornered alone with the day shift resident. partially through luck. traumas brought in, other residents presenting their cases and asking for opinions. partially through skill. a well known fact about doctor jack abbot is he’s always aware of the moving pieces in the department, even when he is not at the helm of their struggling ship. hard to pin down if he doesn’t want to be. most people would leave him be after several failed attempts. one of his and mckay's overlapping qualities seems to be a certain relentlessness and obligation to act on their observations, much to jack’s annoyance. and robby’s delight, he’s sure. ( he can almost hear the gleeful ‘taste of your own medicine’ remark the man would enjoy leveling at him ).
cornered because he’s been too slow in shedding his ppe, unable to retreat back to his preferred charting station at the hub ( where discretion was all but impossible given the proximity to certain nurses ) before she’s there. he'd almost laugh at the fact he can tell she was waiting for this exact opportunity if it weren't for the headache threatening to split his skull in two. he tries to ignore the ringing in his ears that has yet to fully subside, and the way the brightness of the unyielding overhead lights leave him feeling nauseous as he lifts his gaze from the floor to glance at her.
“you got a case to present?” deliberate ignorance. he hates when robby does this to him, but there’s the distant hope that it’ll be effective against mckay. he finishes stripping off the gown and moves to dispose of it, movements stiff from the whole body ache that’s been plaguing him since midshift last night. his usual post shift unsteadiness on his feet feels even more pronounced as he limps walks towards the hand sanitizer. “talk fast.”
