Summary: Rabbor x Reader. You have PMDD (Pre-menstrual Dysphoric Disorder) and it causes you to be a little more agitated than usual. When it manifests at work, Robby intervenes and sends you to Jack to be taken care of.
Warnings: Yelling, talks of periods and all that goes with them, PMDD
A/N: I suffer from PMDD and it's a hell of a ride. Mine mostly manifests in depression. But let me tell you, the way the fucking wind blowing wrong will send me into a rage is insane! I feel like a different person. Anyway, if you know someone who suffers from PMDD, get them a sweet treat. They need it!
There were benefits to being in a relationship with two doctors. They had access to whatever medication you could need and basically had a field hospital in the bathroom cabinet. If you had any ailment, they were quick to make sure it wasn’t life threatening and put any anxiety at ease.
But sometimes you need space. And they are men and can’t really understand what it’s like for one of your organs to try and cut off it’s own blood supply. Or how it alters your brain and emotional stability.
They tried, you could give them that.
Jesus, you almost wished they were grossed out by your period so maybe they’d give you a wide berth.
You knew this was all part of the PMDD. But it’s so hard to tell what’s your hormone fluctuation and real thought.
“Can you sign off on my prescriptions for bay 6?” Langdon came up to you with his charts and a peevish look on his face. He was still pissed with his new addict protocol.
“Give me a second.” You mumbled as you typed out the thoughts you were afraid would flee the second you did anything else. Another wonderful side effect of your hormones.
“Oh, sure. Take your time. Just a diabetic in crisis.” Langdon scoffed.
“There are other doctors available, Langdon.” You hissed. Your body revolting at the effort you gave to respond. Your muscles squeezed you like a python.
“Actually, they’re all in a trauma.” He looked at the trauma bay with a wistful glare. He would give anything to be in there.
“Christ!” You barked. You hadn’t seen everyone filtering out of the bay. Robby included among them. “Dr. Langdon, is your patient actually dying right now?” You growled.
“Well…”
“So, no. Why on earth do you seem to think that your work takes priority over mine!?” You snapped.
“Dr-”
“No! You need to learn to respect when people ask for a moment to finish their work! You do not get to monopolize my time and put my work and my patients at risk!” Your face was cherry red. If you were in a cartoon, steam would pour from your ears.
“Understood. I apologize.” He looked like a kicked puppy. His wide eyes were shifty and he ducked away, clearly embarrassed to be called out.
“Hey.” Robby walked up next to you. “Get some air.” He ordered more than suggested.
“I’m fine.” You didn’t look up from your chart.
“Not very convincing.” Robby chuckled. You shot daggers at him with a glare. “Sorry.”
“Hotshot, you doing okay? You don’t usually bark so loud.” Dana walked over and put a water bottle in front of you.
“I’m fine and would appreciate if everyone stopped pestering me.” You rubbed at your belly.
“O-kay.” Dana looked pissed as she backed off.
You groaned to yourself as you finished the chart notes. You just had an hour and you could go home. You just had to hold on for a little longer and then you’d be in the warm embrace of your shower.
“Hey, doc. I was going to start the sutures on bed 4. Did you want to supervise?” Whitaker came up to you.
“Dr. Whitaker, you are an intern. Do you still need me to hold your hand through a basic lac repair?” You looked like a different person. You felt like one.
“Um…I just…senior staff is supposed to check my work still…”
“Check it. Not stand over your shoulder. I won’t be holding your hand.” You snapped, rubbing your temples.
“I wasn’t implying any of that. Are you okay?”
“Oh, geez.” You heard Robby sigh behind you. Dana winced across the nurses station.
“You stepped in it now, Pussycat.” Myrna laughed as she rolled by.
“Are you implying that there is something wrong with me?” You crossed your arms.
“It’s just..um…you’re not usually so…abrasive.” As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. A wild look took over your eyes.
“Abrasive? Shall I sugarcoat everything for you? If that’s what you need maybe this isn’t the department for you! Step up Dr. Whitaker or get the boot!” You growled.
“Banana.” Robby leaned over and whispered in your ear.
“Oh please!” You hissed.
“I mean it. I’m not joking.” He said with raised eyebrows.
“Now’s your chance, Pussycat. Run for it.” Myrna said.
“Whitaker, go take care of the lac. I’ll be over to look it over in a moment.” Robby gestured with his chin toward the patient. Whitaker nodded and scrambled away.
“I can’t believe you code worded me at work.” You spat at Robby as you slammed the tablet on the counter.
“You are about to cross a line you don’t actually want to cross. Go get some air. No arguments.” Robby crossed his arms.
“Fine.” You over-pronounced each syllable as you stomped off towards the stairs.
The cool autumn air rushed over you as you opened the door to the roof. It wasn’t quiet, but it was more peaceful than the Pitt. You moved to lean over the railing. The cold metal almost stung against your skin. There was a moment of stillness, like the world and you were holding your breath to make sure you were truly alone. Then the tears started to spill. Your sobs were so loud you hadn’t heard the door open and close behind you. You hadn’t heard the footsteps, but you felt the warm hand on your back.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered.
“You’re fine.” Robby pulled upright. He tucked your hair behind your ear, giving you a soft smile.
“I just…I can’t handle it sometimes! I…I feel like a crazy person.” You wiped your face, trying to right yourself.
“You’re not crazy. Your body is creating a war inside you. You don’t have to handle it all the time. But you do need to recognize when your starting to break and let me know.” Robby brushed a stray tear from your cheek.
“You’re right. I hate that you’re right.” You gave a sad chuckle.
“That’s not the period, you always hate when I’m right.” He laughed. “Go home. We’ll get by for an hour and you’ve done enough for the day anyway.”
“I should finish-”
“I can finish everything. Besides, I already texted Jack. He’s got the bath running as we speak. Wouldn’t want to waste that water.” He smirked.
“Maybe I should go crazy at work more often.” You cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Very funny.” He rolled his eyes.
“I should go apologize to Whitaker. Maybe Langdon too, but I’m still debating that one.” You pulled the sleeves of you shirt.
“Meh. They need a good scolding, the both of them. It was a little harsher than I would have given them, but not unwarranted.” Robby pulled you close, his body heat wrapping around you.
“Did you warn Jack that I’m on the warpath? I’ll take his head off if he hovers.” You grumbled.
“Oh, I gave him plenty of warning. Told him to wear a cup.” Robby’s laugh rumbled in his chest, the vibrations soothing.
“Very funny. I don’t fight below the belt. I’d always win. I like a little more challenge.” You hummed, squeezing him tight before pushing off. “Okay. I’ll go home. Promise to pick up Italian on the way home or I’ll properly loose it.”
“I wouldn’t dream of walking in that house without some form of carbs in hand.” He smiled, his wrinkles deepening and making your stomach flip.
The second you walked through the door, your body started to wilt as the exhaustion took over. You let the bag fall from your shoulder and hit the ground with an unceremonious thud, dragging your feet as you made your way to the bedroom. Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading the back of a two bottles of lotion.
“Hey.” You whispered, catching his attention.
“Shit!” He jumped. “You scared me. I didn’t hear the door.” He took a deep breath.
“Sorry.” You stood between his legs, running your fingers through his hair.
“Heard it’s a rough one. Something about making the intern cry?” Jack smirked.
“He didn’t cry. Or at least not in front of me.” You scoffed.
“I’m sure he deserved it.” Jack took one of your hands and kissed the inside of your wrist.
“What are you doing?” You asked as you took one of the bottles of lotion from him.
“Trying to figure out which one is better for you. This one,” he raised a purple bottle, “has lavender and is supposed to help you relax. The one you’re holding has yams and marshmallow extract. Which doesn’t sound appealing to me, but I guess it helps with cramps. Sounds like bullshit to me, what do I know?”
“Stop it.” You playfully shove his shoulder. “You know I don’t like when you make fun of herbal medicine. There is science behind it. It was all women had for too long.” You grumbled as you took both bottles and examined them.
“You’re right.” He rested his hands on the back of your thighs. “Bath just finished. Ready when you are.” His voice was deep and rough, it had a warmth that made the hair on your arms stand on end. He knew better than to let on that he noticed.
“Thank you.” You hummed as you made your way to the bathroom.
“I’ll leave you to it.” He smiled as he got up and left.
You had lost all awareness of time as soon as your body hit the water. You had lounged for long enough, your fingers had pruned. You were almost napping when you heard the door creak open to the bathroom.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Robby’s head popped into view. “Just letting you know that I brought home your favorite pasta. It’s waiting for you on the counter.”
“I’ll be out in a minute. Do we have wine?” You murmured as you ready to leave the warm cocoon of your bath.
“I’ll check. Alcohol on your per-”
“Don’t ruin it.” You sighed.
“You’re right.” Robby nodded and left.
You finished your routine and slathered the herbal lotion on your skin. You tossed on your favorite sweat pants and one of Jack’s threadbare t-shirts and padded out to the living room.
“Feel better?” Jack asked from his spot on the couch.
“Little.” You shrugged. Robby walked by, shoving the container of pasta into your hands. He had a glass of wine waiting for you on the coffee table.
You made yourself comfortable on the couch, pulling the throw blanket close. You took a long chug of wine before starting in on your food. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, you hadn’t eaten all day.
“Are we in a cuddling type mood or should I keep my distance?” Robby asked as he stood waiting for your answer.
“I’m edging towards cuddling. Your presence won’t offend.” You smiled.
“Well that’s good news.” He huffed as he sat next to you. You were comfortably sandwiched between your men and happily so.
“Why do you smell like thanksgiving?” Robby looked down at you confused.
“My lotion has wild yams in it.” You shrugged.
“Yams are good for your skin?” Robby asked.
“Their good for inflammation and hormonal balance.” You corrected.
“Okay.” Robby snorted.
“Do not start, dude.” Jack warned. “The lady at the store said that shit worked. She was in her 60s, I trust her.”
“Just because someone is older than you doesn’t mean you should trust them.” Robby laughed.
“She said she used it all the time when she had her period. Why would she lie? It was cheaper than the others.” Jack defended.
“Why are you two arguing over my lotion?” You grumbled.
“I think you smell nice.” Jack said, shooting a look at Robby.
“Thank you. Stop being a kiss ass.” You sipped your wine.
With dinner eaten and the wine drunk, you all curled into a ball and watched a movie. Your head was on Jack’s chest. The sound of his heart and the movement of his breath lulled, nearly making you fall asleep. Robby was absent mindedly kneading your calves. All of it together made it impossible to fight off the sleep. So you stopped fighting. You let yourself drift off, taking a deep breath, smelling Jack’s deodorant, nuzzling your face into him. You were unconscious in seconds.
Um. Literally cannot stop thinking about jeremy getting pregnant via Leo and then Leo dumping him before Jeremy gets to tell him. But Jeremy is so lonely. And this is not a good reason to have a child but he has it anyway. But when he gives birth he gets PMDD, and his mother makes him sign over custody basically , and Jeremy does it (like this ask said). Fast forward and he still goes thru all his struggles with drugs and addiction but after he gives birth. The banquet still happens and Noah dies and Jeremy goes to rehab. And he spends the years after trying to make up for missed time while also trying to redeem himself. And he’s also responsible for the child in every sense of the word. And when he takes Jean onto the team everything still follows canon blah blah but he goes home every night instead of staying over on the weekends. And everything follows the plan until that night Jean and cat show up unannounced. And Jeremy goes to the door but when he’s talking to his friends his daughter (because I’ve decided he is a girl dad) comes running after him and very explicitly calls him her father. And cat knows but Jean is staring and Jeremy tries to convince his daughter to go back inside but she will not be swayed. So he picks her up and Jean is still staring. And maybe he looks a bit tense and like he’s seen a ghost but not for the reasons Jeremy thinks. (She has black hair and blue eyes and looks very very familiar in the dim light) . And then when the girls and Jean come to stay with Jeremy they also have to entertain his daughter. And maybe Jean has been not really…avoiding her but also not going out of his way to interact. But Jeremy’s mom calls at the same time his daughter comes in and says she had a bad dream but Jeremy obvi can’t ignore the call so Jean says he will handle it. And Jeremy’s a lil hesitant but he trusts Jean so he goes to deal with his mother, and when he’s done he goes to find Jeans and his daughter, and finds his daughter in bed and Jean on a chair next to it, watching him tell her stories by heart.
This dumbass, early as fuck, stupid ass period’s been making me feel sick all fucking day and it's been pissing me the fuck off and fucking up my mood so I've been acting like a bitch all day. Fuck pmdd danm.
Apparently I’m going to be stuck with relatives and family for the end of the month, right around when my pmdd will be at its worst and I’m expecting more awkward “why are you crying” moments
Quadruplets, bed rest, deep depression before and after pregnancy, make that boy really sad then make him feel like shit for being sad
You’re speaking my language red. Never apologize to me for taking that man to torture city. (I am gonna apologize for being 900 years late tho)
But god he really is in for it isn’t he. Extremely fertile and he gets knocked up almost immediately and he’s like ok this is fine. A pregnancy won’t be so bad it’ll be fun I see all these glowing mothers / fathers and they love being pregnant it will be fine. And he does love being pregnant. Until he gets told he’s having quadruplets. And now it’s like . Oh fuck how is that going to fit and how is this going to work and oh fuck fuck fuck. So he spends half the pregnancy freaking the hell out over what’s to come and then the other half suffering through what finally came. And he can’t do much because again. The quadruplets. And he’s watching Jean and cat and Laila and all his friends go play the sport he loves most and it sucks so bad. And his mental health spirals and then the babies finally come and maybe jeremy connects with them at first but then something is just. Wrong. With him not with them . and he doesn’t know why and he doesn’t know how to fix it and he doesn’t want to hold them or look at them and Jean can tell something is wrong but now they have four kids to take care of and Jean doesn’t need another child on top of it all.
Ugh just Jeremy trying to push thru and failing miserably and maybe he actually gets a good therapist this time around and they help tremendously. But now he’s missed so much time with his kids and Jean that he’ll never get back 😭 even though Jean assures him that they can make up for it and that it’s ok and that his health comes first 😭😭😭
