#robbytbt

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"-- So I want you to ask yourself, is he an immediate threat to our staff or patients?"

Studying his residents, he waits for an answer, any answer. As if she was born without the gift of quitting while she is ahead, Santos steps up to plate, meeting his challenge.

"I dunno, the right riddle might pop Whittaker's brain like --"

"Thank you, Santos. Now, regardless of who he is outside of that exam room, Mr..." He stops, consulting the chart, denying Santos the win of using the accused name. "Wakefield is in our care now. We cannot deny or limit that care based on an assumption of who he might be."

Robby casts a sidelong glance at the room, and the mouthy ginger inside. He's just in time to catch Dana throw in the towel, her perfect 'fuck you' customer service smile plastered on her face. The blonde stalks out, entire expression falling into that middle aged mom look of disdain.

"He's all yours, Robby," she notes flatly. Seems a little time out has done as little to fix the patient's mood. Maybe he can use that as an inway to something besides being dictated to --

Clearing his throat, Robby steps up to bat. One last look at the peanut gallery sends them scattering, even as he approaches the mystery man of the hour.

"Mr. Wakefield, I'm Dr. Robinavitch. It sounds like my team got off on the wrong foot at intake. I'll be personally overseeing your care from here. Why don't we start from zero, figure out what's wrong today?" // @luxsclaris

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big working class boy robby. not a twink even when he was starting out. has muscles from odd jobs in his teens. grandma's fixed income and mom's inconsistent hours had him working on the side. in pittsburgh there's always use for a big kid not afraid to sweat a little.

gets called in to be muscle a lot during his student days if a patient is wilding or if there's an event in the waiting room. did not like that part. enjoys being old and professional enough he can just raise his voice and people fall in line instead of taking it as a challenge like when he was young.

new orleans is his first time out on his own and he's guarded to a point he seems unfriendly at first then the mask starts cracking. funny guy. good listener. neighbors and coworkers like him, authority doesn't smile on his demeanor or the minor chip on his shoulder he had coming up from where he did into the medical field.

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robby the dad figure who takes time out of his day to ask jake about his 'pixel legos' on the computer and stand in front of the tv sipping coffee and pretending not to hear his teenage stepson-ish begging for him to move because he's about to die in-game. he would never intentionally upset or stress out that kid but watching a younger jake speedrun several stages of grief because his only dad figure is allergic to the word minecraft and doesn't respect ranked matches is a privilege he takes so seriously.

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i just know robby n jake ran halloween like a tactical mission. stops planned in advance. picking up on which houses give out the best loot at what point of the evening. make it exciting for lil dude especially in an era when these things aren't treated as being as big of a deal outside of consumerism.

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robby every second of that fucking shift:

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raises finger.

robby going to the 3ras tour w his daughter rachel. playing bouncer so she isn't bumped in the crowd. being her cameraman. ensuring she stays hydrated as she's screaming so loud he's getting flashbacks to the average 1 am on a work night when she was a baby --

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bubbe r. doing all in her power to get michael ahead. have you met michael, she asks the staff at the best school in the district. have you met michael, she asks the nice and pretty girls at temple. have you met michael, she asks the doctor attending her final day on earth in a bid to get her biggest grandbaby a position back home.

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i think something that really defined my robby's early career is like. him piling himself into his tiny sardine can-on-wheels and driving all the way from nola or chicago back to pittsburgh. something happened to bubbe. he doesn't have much more context than that, and the weather wasn't conducive to getting a flight so fuck it, he's driving the entire way. he shows up and the family is in high spirits in the waiting room, all the old platitudes, she's a fighter, it can't have been that bad, she's responsive. but the more he puts the pieces together the more he's right where the professionals are:

she's about to go downhill fast. this is her big last hurrah as herself before it all ends. and he asks the nurse for confirmation, but of course, nurses can't diagnose or make that call. he's far enough into his studies though. he knows. cassandra here knows where this is going as the whole family is planning towards bringing bubbe home.

him having to deftly navigate getting the family, mom aunts uncles cousins that one great-aunt still hanging around the family tree, to say goodbye while they're in strict denial/not having the insight he does. doing all of this while having to navigate his own grief, if he does at all. and through it all bubbe is still trying to sell him to the attending as the best doctor adamson could ask for when she's lucid. bubbe will get him this internship with her last breath if she must even as her grandson is begging her to Not try to network him to the nice attending. she wants him home and cared for even if she's not there to do the caring.

being in a deeply personal struggle and still trying to act like the professional, to help those near him when emotions are high without letting the levy break.