#pittmade

[respondsfirst]

jack abbot ( @pittmade ) : an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

the night was entirely too long - too busy. robby was supposed to be off today ... but he's kind of glad he wasn't. wouldn't want to leave that mess of an emergency department on anyone else. lucky for him ( and everyone else ) his husband had a habit of listening to the police radio. especially when robby wasn't home to tell him no. so jack showed up, in the middle of the chaos - and he did manage to quiet the storm a bit. so did the roof. the same roof he'd picked his husband off this morning. now it was the other part's turn to stand and wonder ... the world was cruel - but not this cruel. no matter how tired he was after the shift and a half. no matter how his faith in humanity wavered after a shift like this.

of course he's found - like jack followed the tether between them, tugged that little red string between them until he found him. trying to claim that the roof was his spot - and then he does his thing. he begins talking, and he doesn't stop. robby isn't actively listening, not as much as he just ... is. so when he finds a break, somewhere after the lines of: i know a therapist. robby inches closer to his husband; crashing his lips against his. "stop talking." but it isn't a command, it's a desperate plead.

[hollowedg0d]

frustration  colored  her  cheeks  a  deep  shade  of  maroon  that  paled  in  comparison  to  the  unnatural  cherry  that  framed  her  face.  if  he  asked,  if  he  noticed,  she'd  blame  it  on  the  cold.  a  scapegoat  excuse  of  the  frigid  pittsburgh  air  &  being  from  las  vegas  rested  heavily  on  her  tongue  ──  how  easy  it  was  to  brush  off  &  bury  any  potential  concern  before  it  had  a  chance  to  manifest  itself.  besides,  she  wasn't  meeting  him  to  concern  him.

truthfully,  she  wasn't  sure  why  she  sought  him  out  or  why  she  didn't  hesitate  when  picking  up  the  phone  to  do  so.  a  face  so  friendly  in  a  city  that  wasn't  her  own  lowered  walls  she  wasn't  aware  she'd  built  &  it  made  it  easy.  conversation  with  dr  abbot  jack   felt  ...  natural  albeit  new  &  so  did  midnight  coffee  during  a  break  she  wasn't  sure  he  actually  had.  it  excited  her  &  that  in  itself  was  the  root  of  her  frustration.

@pittmade said " here, let me see that. "

voice  echoed  off  the  concrete  walls  of  an  eerily  empty  ambulance  bay,  prying  her  from  an  unrealized  pit  of  self-sabotage  before  it  could  consume  her.  how  long  had  he  been  standing  there  ?  how  long  had  he  been  watching  her  struggle  with  the  stupid  plastic  lid  of  her  takeout  coffee  before  interjecting  ?  "  you  wanna  keep  your  hands,  jack  ?  "  lips  tilted  up,  smile  unmistakably  meeting  her  eyes  before  she  extended  the  untouched  cup  in his  direction.   "  if  i  wanted  your  help,  i  would've  asked  &  i  don't  remember  askin'.  "

[warfires]

requested call for service  [ … ] @pittmade

the veteran stands there, the faint hum of the city filling the air as the weight of time hangs between them like a long-forgotten melody. he hadn’t expected to run into jack here, not like this, in the shadow of a place so distant from their shared past. however, there he is, tall and unbothered, like he hadn't been missing from his life for years at all. the man had a way of standing still and yet making everything around him feel like it was in motion. “look who’s finally come out of the woodwork,” a grin tugs at his lips as the words slip free, lighter than intended. russet hues catch the familiar flicker in jack's expression — something unspoken but present in the way they both know they hadn’t exactly parted on the easiest of terms. “been a while, huh? thought you’d vanished off the map for good.” the city around them seems to fall away, the quiet space between them filled with the kind of history one's unable to truly dismiss, even after so much time.

[respondsfirst]

⤑ bailey nune + jack abbot meets outside the emergency room after shift. @pittmade.

he looked worn out, bailey grabs one of the protein bars she'd been carrying around - a snack for emergencies. something she knew was necessary in a field like this. holding it out to him, silently. a man like abbot did not need her to fuss, but she still cared. caring was so deep in bailey's bones, a reason why she'd become a firefighter & a paramedic. but all while bailey was caring, kind & soft - she still wanted to be the best at everything she does. today she hadn't been. at least it didn't feel that way - for some reason it felt like none of them had gotten to everyone in need. bailey in field - she doesn't know if jack felt the same in the pitt.

"i hate days like these," she whispers, both of them looking ahead. sometimes opening up was easier when you don't stare at one another. grabbing a protein bar for herself, peanut butter + white chocolate - her personal favorite. chewing on it. "i heard that you and robby held down the fort here, you're impressive."

[castlevowed]

[ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound. @pittmade

the pulsating throb of torn flesh oozes crimson colored gore from left thigh. denim jeans soaked with blood and sticking against skin. it hadn’t been so persistent during the ambulance ride, but the moment stretcher entered through those glass emergency room doors, white tiles became painted like a damn CRIME SCENE. he’s quick with it, the agile hands of a skilled professional going straight to work as pressure’s applied to slow down further blood loss. she’s biting back a whimper while adjusting to the lancianting pain shooting down her leg. “fuck..” she breathes out. “you’re gonna numb me first — right, doc?” lifting head up slowly to sneak a look at the damage [ bad idea ]. it’s worse than she had anticipated. “oh god, that’s a lot of blood.” hopefully the couple in the other suv were alright. even if the accident was entirely their fault for running a stop sign.

[huntedgod]

are they a light or a heavy sleeper?

it depends. he's got a poor relationship with sleep and doesn't sleep a lot, because his mind is constantly going, and he's on high alert around many things. as a result, he's a lighter sleeper. then there are the times when he crashes, and when that happens, he will become a deep sleeper because his body is playing catch-up for all the times when he didn't sleep well.

mundane headcanons

[gaffnys]

@pittmade spun the wheel for a randomized starter ! they received 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍

❛❛ are you laughing? ❜❜ she looks over to abbot with a look of confusion on her expression. ❛❛ look I have my own style when I treat my patients. it still gets the job done. ❜❜

[drk1ng]

mel had learned to handle the many boulders she sometimes carried on her back no matter how steep the hill, but she'd yet to learn how to handle herself when those boulders started to slip. it had started with a headache ── not uncommon when the rest of the world got too loud ( and she honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd taken the time to drink any water ). it lasted the shift, lasted the walk home with becca. she should have been worried when there was no relief in waking, but where was the time?

headache, fatigue, head congestion. she was moving a bit slower, and her work was beginning to show for it. pair her physical symptoms with the irritation of not being able to mentally overcome it . . . frustrated didn't begin to cover it. she'd slipped a mask on after foaming out of the last room, and though she told herself it was purely to protect the people around her from whatever she'd caught, she was also glad to have the majority of her face concealed.

@pittmade asked: " how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

she'd been sitting behind one of the computers at the nurses station, elbows next to the keyboard and head in her hands. the guilt pooling in her stomach was nowhere near as distracting as the relief she felt in closing her eyes. the groan that slipped when dr. abbot called her on whatever she was trying to hide from herself was quiet but completely involuntary. she peels her eyes open to look back at him. the mask may have been covering the most expressive part of her face, but the glassy film in her eyes screamed defeat. she wouldn't lie even if she had the energy.

" uhm . . . minor symptoms set in a few days ago. " cue a deep breath that inflates her chest, but her shoulders still sag with exhaustion. " i can't ── i thought i would have been better by now, i'm sorry. " she can't afford to lay around at home when there's always someone else to take care of. she wasn't the one who was supposed to need help. " i should start improving soon. " and it isn't a lie, more like a hopeful promise. she doesn't meet his gaze regardless.