Summary: You are one of PTMC's best ER residents, but it's your day off. You head to Pittfest. Robby and Abbot have to pick up the pieces. Reader x platonic!Abbot and Robby
Warnings: Blood, Death, injury, vomit, trauma, Gore
A/N: This was a request from an anon, I hope this is what you were looking for. Please let me know if I missed any warnings.
“How in the hell did you manage to get a half-shift?” Samira asked you in disbelief.
“I know how to flatter the right people. It’s a gift.” You smiled, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders.
“You better get me something or I’ll never forgive you for leaving me.” Samira scoffed as she typed at her computer.
“I’ll think about it.” You chuckled as you started to gather your things.
“Y/N will you do me a favor?” Robby waltzed up to the desk. “Just keep an eye out for Jake while you're there.” He asked, his shoulders tense.
“Yeah, of course. We were meeting up for one of the bands anyway.” You nodded, slinging your backpack on your shoulder. “I’m out of here, don’t call me if you need me.” You smiled and pranced out the door.
Pittfest was in full swing when you arrived. Everyone of age was mostly drunk or high as you made your way through the crowd. You had stopped at home to change, a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. The sun was already blistering your skin, but it felt nice even if you knew it would hurt tomorrow. It was a rare good day, you thought to yourself.
“Jake!” You ran up to the teen, his arm hung around his girlfriend.
“Y/N! Hey! Leah, this is one of Robby’s coworkers. She’s one of the cool ones.” He laughed.
“I think you mean the coolest.” You corrected.
“Nice to meet you! Jake, we should call him and thank him.” Leah suggested. She seemed sweet, it was probably because you were there. She looked like she could cause mischief, you liked her.
Jake pulled out his phone, facetiming Robby. The music was blasting, you knew there was no way that old man heard a thing they were saying.
“Y/N made it too!” Jake moved the phone to put you in shot.
“Don’t worry boss, I’m making sure they keep room for Jesus!” you winked at Jake who started to blush.
“And that’s why you’re my favorite resident.” Robby chuckled.
The day went on easy. You had a beer, enjoyed the music, ate terrible fried food and watched Jake fall completely in love. It was sweet. They looked good together, you thought. You were glad he had a nice girl for his first love. Even if the odds of it lasting past college were slim to none.
You were at one of the food trucks fueling up on beer and fries for the rest of the evening when there were a few pops. They sounded like fireworks from where you were, until they were accompanied by screams. A chill ran up your spine, palms sweating as you moved to investigate. More shots. Someone screamed that there was a shooter.
“Oh shit.” You felt yourself start to shake. Your first thought was get to Jake.
You ran through the crowd, trying to see where he was. You tried calling, he wasn’t answering. You stopped to help up a few people who had fallen, when you saw the blood-soaked grass. Something in your brain clicked, your training taking over. Fear mostly forgotten, something you knew was part of your brain trying to get you to survive.
You took off toward the first aid tent. You needed supplies, they wouldn’t have enough, but it was a place to start.
“I’m Dr. L/N, I need gloves and anything you can spare!” You shouted as you ran behind the table, gathering everything you could into a spare bag. You ran back out into the crowd, shots echoed overhead.
You worked to stabilize everyone you encountered, instructing other concertgoers to take them to safety as you ran from person to person.
“Hey! Here, I brought out all the food trucks first aid kits! Not much but it’s something!” You recognized one of the cooks as he came running up to you.
“Thank you so much, now get the hell out of here.” You barked.
“Oh hell yeah.” He smiled. He smiled at you. Then he wasn’t. His smile, replaced by a gaping wound. You felt warmth dripping down your face. You were confused for a moment. Something on your forehead stung. You raised your hand to the spot, pulling away to see blood. A bullet fragment grazed your forehead you thought. A fragment from the one that went through that kind man’s smile. The realization crashed down on you as you watched him crumple to the ground, lifeless. The air was knocked from your lungs, you couldn’t move. You wanted to run, vomit, scream, but none of it happened. You just stood there. Frozen.
“Help! Please!” The screams echoed, bouncing around your skull. You had to move. You had to help. You finally felt you could move your legs and ran to help the next person, wiping the blood and brain matter from your face. Another shot echoed and you felt something burning your thigh, you fell to the ground.
A bullet was lodged in your left thigh. You felt the panic fill your throat. You tried to push it down, you had to asses and treat. The bullet hadn’t hit the femoral, it wasn’t in too deep. You’d be in pain but you’d survive. You gathered yourself to your feet and limped your way to the next patient.
This went on for hours. Scrambling to get to each patient, never having enough time to help everyone. People were screaming for you, grabbing at your body to get you to help them or someone they loved. You couldn’t move fast enough. You weren’t fast enough.
“Y/N!” You heard Jake’s voice, something in your chest broke. You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks but ignored them.
“You got shot!” You yelled looking over his leg.
“I’m fine! Leah, you gotta help Leah!” He cried. You looked at the girl, her face pale and the wound on her chest oozing blood from between Jake’s fingers where he was holding pressure.
“Okay, okay. I’ll try.” You said, your voice shaking. You took his hands away. She wasn’t going to make it. You knew she wouldn’t, but did your best to get her stable enough to make it to a truck.
“You need help getting out of here!?” A small group of men ran up to you.
“Get these two to PTMC as soon as you can, do not stop for anything!” You yelled as they gathered Leah up into their arms.
“Jake, keep pressure on her wound! Don’t stop!” You yelled as they took him away.
You ran around the fairgrounds, blood soaking through your jeans, the bullet was grinding into you thigh more and more. You sat down and dug through your bag of supplies, finding a pair of forceps. You had no medications, no lidocaine cream, just hand sanitizer to clean them. You took a deep breath and dug them into your thigh. White hot pain surged through your body, you screamed out as you dug the bullet from your thigh. Your hands were shaking as you lifted it to your eye level. It looked intact, no fragments. You put it in your pocket and did your best to wrap your leg.
You were out of gloves. Your hands were stained red. You kept going. You didn’t know how you kept going, but you did. The ground was soft and wet, each step forcing blood to puddle up from the grass. You pronounced too many people dead. You worked on teenagers and elderly, holding hands with them as they took their last breath. You tried to do cpr for every one of them. Even the ones you knew were a lost cause.
“Dr. L/N?” You heard a voice that was vaguely familiar from behind you. You were stood in the middle of the fairground, bodies surrounding you.
“Doc, they’re gone. There isn’t anyone else to save.” The voice said. You turned and saw one of the medics that frequented PTMC.
“Huh?” You mumbled.
“Doc, let’s get you checked out.” They walked up to you slowly, as if you were a stray dog.
“I tried…” You mumbled.
“You’re okay. Let’s get you out of here.” They said, wrapping an arm around you. You didn’t remember the ride to the hospital. You didn’t remember the medics trying to clean your wounds only for you to flinch and push them away. You didn’t remember them asking if you wanted help out of the truck. You saw the ambulance bay doors and walked in like you did everyday.
The chaos was dying down; the ER was in the process of cleaning up from the mass casualties. There were still signs of what happened: gloves thrown on the floor, blood smeared across the tiles. You wandered in, your feet dragging as you looked around confused.
“Oh my god!” You heard Dana’s voice as she took in the sight of you. You looked like you’d walked through hell. Your clothes were covered in blood and dirt, your once white shoes now a dark burgundy. Even your hair was sticky with blood.
“Y/N!?” Dr. Abbot came running over to you, putting his hands on your face, examining your forehead.
“Get a gurney, now!” Robby barked. You stood still. Your whole body was shaking as the adrenaline started to leave.
“I tried to help…” Your voice was small. You looked around and saw the ER had come to a standstill at the sight of you. Everyone looking at you in horrified sympathy.
“You did, kid. You helped a hell of a lot of people.” Dr. Abbot said as he guided you onto the gurney. They wheeled you into a trauma bay, which you thought was too much.
“Where’s all the blood coming from?” You heard one of the nurses ask.
“It’s not mine. It’s not…they kept grabbing me to help.” You said, the tears starting to fall.
“Bullet graze to the forehead, looks like a bullet wound to the left anterior thigh.” Abbot rattled off.
“I took it out.” You mumbled.
“What?” Robby and Abbot looked up, shocked. You pulled the bullet from your pocket.
“I couldn’t keep going with it in, I took it out.” You said, dropping the bullet onto the tray next to you.
“Jesus Christ.” Robby gasped.
“Okay, let’s get her in line for head CT. Get her a fluid bolus to help with shock and get me a closure kit.” Abbot ordered.
“Is Jake okay?” You mumbled, grabbing onto Robby.
“Yeah, yeah. He’ll be okay.” You saw something break in him. “Said you helped him. Said you helped everyone.” He held your hand.
“Did Leah make it?” Your breath hitching in your chest, knowing the answer.
“We’re giving you some morphine for the pain, Kid. You might fall asleep, let yourself.” Abbot interrupted, shooting Robby a look.
“I should have gone with her. It would have been better, she would have made it.” The sobs took over your body.
“No, it wouldn’t have. You did everything you could for her. We did everything we could. There was no more anyone could have done.” Abbot’s voice was firm but gentle.
“I wasn’t fast enough! I couldn’t move fast enough! I should have saved them! I couldn’t Save them!” Your voice cracking, breaking everyone in the rooms heart. Robby turned away to hide the tears. Abbot clenched his fists and shook his head.
“Let’s get propofol on board. Kid, I’m going to sedate you for this. You need it.” Abbot said, clearing his throat.
“I wasn’t good enough! I failed! I failed them, I failed all of them!” You were in hysterics. Abbot held you down by the shoulders as Princess came in and administered the propofol with red, glassy eyes.
“Don’t fight it, Kid! Don’t fight it.” Abbot pleaded. Robby’s hand never left yours. You sobbed yourself into sedation. Finally, able to rest.
“What are we going to do with her?” Robby sighed.
“We take care of her. We make sure she’s safe from herself.” Abbot said as he worked to close the wound.
“She’ll need to be put on leave. There’s no way she can treat patients after this.” Robby shook his head.
“We’ll figure it out. I’m not letting this break her. She’s too good for that, she deserves better.” Abbot clenched his jaw.
Your head was pounding as you started to regain consciousness. The lights were too bright, sending shock waves through your skull as you tried to open your eyes. Your leg was throbbing in time with your heartbeat, it was irritating. All of your muscles were sore; you felt like you’d been steamrolled. Then the memories came flooding back. The blood, the mud, the screams.
“Easy, you’re okay.” You heard Robby’s voice. “You’re safe, you’re in the hospital.” He said, a hand on your shoulder.
“too bright.” You mumbled. Robby got up and turned the lights down.
“You have a concussion, but nothing serious.” He said sitting next to you.
“What time is it?” You robbed at your eyes.
“It’s a little after midnight.” Robby looked at his watch.
“You shouldn’t be here.” You said, your throat dry and spit thick in your mouth.
“We’re taking shifts. Abbot will be here in a bit, I’ll go sleep. You don’t need to worry about it.” He told her, leaning on the guard rails.
“When can I go home?”
“In a few hours. With a follow-up appointment with psych tomorrow.” He told her.
“I don’t want-”
“Not negotiable. You’re getting evaluated, it’s protocol after what you’ve been through. You’re also on medical leave for the next three weeks.” He said, knowing you were going to fight him.
“That’s a bit excessive. I can still do desk work with my leg.” You argued, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“You need to heal more than that leg. We all do. But you saw things, did things, none of us had to. It’s going to stick to you for a while. We need to make sure that you’re okay before bringing you back in.” He offered you a tissue. You pushed it away.
“Sitting at home, with my thoughts isn’t going to heal anything.” You snapped.
“Neither is putting your head down and pushing yourself beyond your limits.”
“I just want to go home.” You said, bottom lip trembling.
“I know.” Robby sighed, squeezing shut his eyes in frustration. “You’re going to stay with Abbot for a week.” He knew you’d hate the idea.
“What? No! I can go home!” You shouted, tears streaming down your face. The door opened and in walked Abbot.
“You told her then.” He said as he sat across from you.
“I don’t need a babysitter! I’m fine!” you yelled.
“You aren’t. You aren’t fine. It’s okay to be not okay. But we aren’t letting you fall through the cracks. You will let us take care of you, it’s not a choice. You saw things, Kid, that you won’t be able to forget. The human brain is not equipped for the things you had to do today. It’s going to take time to figure out how to deal with all of this. If anyone here is qualified to tell you that it’s me.” Abbot said, putting a hand on your arm.
“I don’t want to be this…pathetic thing, everyone is going to look at me different.” You tried to stop the crying but failed.
“You aren’t pathetic. No one thinks that. If anything, everyone here looks at you and sees the strength that they don’t have.” Robby said.
“Kid, you’ll get through this. It’ll be a bitch, but you will. We aren’t going anywhere. Besides, I’m not that bad to live with.” Abbot shrugged.
“It’s asking too much.” You shook your head.
“Well, we weren’t asking so no, it’s not.” Abbot smirked.
“You deserve a chance to get better. That’s all we’re doing, giving you that chance.” Robby said.
You wanted to fight it. Something in you not able to accept such kindness after what you had just witnessed. But you didn’t. You kept quiet as they told you their plans and nodded along when they asked if you understood. You weren’t sure if you’d ever be okay, but at least you knew they’d be looking out for you. They’d catch you if you fell.
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