maybe unpopular opinion: robby and santos lost the ability to hold stealing drugs from the hospital over langdons head when they didn't report him TEN WHOLE MONTHS AGO
scrolling through posts about the pitt to find inspiration to get out of this writer's block and just being repeatedly punched in the face by some of the most horrific takes on drug addiction i've ever seen in my life
quick warning that another scam is making the rounds again and i've been messaged by people who have interacted with my fics before whose blogs appear completely normal
@/dreamamubarak is the account i was messaged from and they were active in the pitt fandom and someone i've interacted with before.
it'll be a message claiming to have accidentally reported your account and instructing you to message a tumblr admin about it on discord in which they'll then instruct you to change your email so they can steal your account
here's a reddit thread about the scam and what to do if you don't catch it right away
am i insane if i say that i think robby’s choice of romantic partner is supposed to be a reflection on how apathetic he’s becoming as a direct result of his own negligence towards his depression and trauma?
they make a very strong point of telling the audience that the corporate side of the hospital is public enemy number one to many who work in the emergency department, for very good reason. and now robby is in a sorta relationship with someone’s whose job is, to my understanding of how emergency room nurses and doctors seem to describe them online, push patients who aren’t profitable out of the hospital.
maybe it’s just me reading too much into it, but it feels hypocritical to the version of robby we were shown last season
i feel like some are not understanding why people have a problem with what he's saying here. yes, i’m aware that there are doctors (as well as plenty of citizens) working in israel that speak out against their government.
yet there is still incredible amount of inequality within the israeli healthcare system that include ethnic-based separation (particularly in maternity wards), hospitals in the west bank that are purposefully underfunded which forces palestinians to travel to hospitals where they are discriminated against (if they’re even allowed to travel there in the first place), patient referrals for palestinians that HAVE to be approved by authorities that do not view them as equals (several of which are often delayed or denied), and israeli doctors that have harvested the organs of dead palestinian’s (and fellow israelis). it feels insincere because he and the creative team are taking inspiration from a system that is flawed because of the ideologies of zionism and palestinian extermination for a show whose aim is to shed light on the failures of healthcare and plights faced by the workers, most of whom in palestine have been systematically killed.
my critiques of this, noah wyle, the creative producers of the pitt is not to tear apart or burn down the fandom. it's okay to watch and enjoy things that aren't perfect, and we shouldn't expect them to be. i just think it's better to have conversations about these things instead of sweeping them under the rug for the sake of comfort, hurting anyone's feelings, or interrupting one's personal fixations...
it's been two weeks since i started writing the first chapter of the abbot x med student recovery fic and it's given me writer's block because i'm so haunted by ideas of them at further stages in their relationship, so i've decided the series is going to be non linear instead of chronological.
might create some media posts too since that feels on brand for the fact that it technically takes place in the early 2000s
the implication of robby and shamsi's conversation not only for how robby operates as a senior attending with his students, but also his relationship with javadi, are sitting HEAVY within me
Synopsis: You and Jack are in an unlabled relationship of unknown seriousness, so unknown you didn't even know he had a second job.
Notes: this is a rewrite of a fic I posted a week or two ago and wasn't very happy with. i'm also not familiar with the housing in pittsburgh so forgive me
Jack
0900 at mine?
You only have a chance to glance at the message preview before another trauma comes in.
It's been a few days since you've seen Jack outside of the hospital, both of you either too busy working, or too busy sleeping to see each other for anything more than a stolen kiss in an empty parking lot.
You're not sure what you'd call the relationship if anyone asked, and you're okay with that, but things feel like they're encroaching on serious territory a lot faster than both of you had probably imagined.
"We've got a GSW to the chest five minutes out," Dana says. "Our patient is being escorted in by SWAT as well as paramedics."
"I just love a crowded trauma room," You sigh, tossing your phone back on the desk. "Where can we take 'em?"
"Esme just finished up in trauma one," She point to the room. "Just watch your footing, don't need one of you taking a header right now."
"I wouldn't mind sacrificing a bit of brain function for some PTO," You say, giving Dana a teasing look. "Mind sending Javadi and Santos my way?"
"You got it," She nods. "Trauma is incoming now."
A duo of paramedics wheel the patient in from the ambulance bay, followed by at least ten men in full uniform and kevlar.
"What're we looking at?" You ask, slipping on a pair of gloves. "This is quite the entourage for one man."
"General consensus seems to be that this one man is very dangerous," A familiar sounding voice says. "But my personal experience so far has shown a lack of intelligence necessary for that kind of reputation."
You glance over your shoulder, expecting a coincidence, but instead find Jack slipping on a pair of sterile gloves, the light blue colour almost matching the velcroed POLICE badge on his chest.
"I…" You blink, giving him a once over. "I will treat first, ask questions later."
It's a far more tedious case than it had looked, but with Jack's help you manage to stabilize the patient in just enough time for the surgeons to whisk him away to surgery, a sea of camouflage disappearing into the elevator with him.
"Do you think we're going to end up in a documentary?" Javadi asks, still a bit out of breath. "Y'know, for saving the life of a dangerous criminal."
"I hope not," Santos says, tossing her gloves into the medical waste bin. "I want to be further in my career before my life is overtaken by fame."
"I doubt they'll love us for not letting him die," You say. "I'll do the charting, you guys can get back to it."
You watch the two of them disappear through the doors of the trauma bay, stomach tensing as you realise you're now alone in the room with Jack.
"So," You say, wringing your hands. "Nice save."
It comes out a bit more stiff than you had intended it to, but you can't help it.
You have the context clues, but you're still not exactly sure what it is you're looking at. Jack has never mentioned a second job, especially not one that involved acting as a medic for a tactical team. Something dangerously close to hurt burns at the back of your throat.
"You too," He smiles. "I like watching you guys, reminds me of how stubborn Robby and I used to be."
"You're still stubborn," You smile despite yourself, but it fades quickly. "Are you going to address the elephant in the room, or do I have to say it out loud?"
Jack frowns for a second, confused, before looking down at his uniform and catching on. "Oh, yeah. This is just a hobby, something to keep my mind off this place when I'm not at work,"
"The hobby you chose to keep your mind off of practising emergency medicine is still practising emergency medicine, just under much more dangerous circumstances," You cross your arms over your chest. "Makes sense."
"It sounds a stupid when you phrase it like that, but it works," He shrugs, taking a couple steps closer to you under the guise of disposing his gloves. "Did you get my text?"
"I can't tonight," You say, offering what is supposed to be an apologetic smile but probably looks more like a grimace. "Garcia is busy tonight, so Santos has insisted on girls night, plus Whitaker."
Jack nods, but you can see on his face he doesn't believe you. "That's okay, you can come over after, if you want,"
"I shouldn't," You say, and Jack is seconds away from asking why before you speak again. "I'll see you at shift change tomorrow, Doctor Abbot."
You walk out of the trauma room and away from him before you lose your nerve.
Serious my ass, you think.
Jack
You seemed upset earlier
I know you're busy tonight, but lets talk when you're ready
I don't like the idea of accidentally doing something that hurt you
Irritation and hurt are still boiling just under your skin as you sit with your eyes glued to the TV, watching Carrie and Big break up for the second time this season. Victoria is next to you, equally engrossed.
"Big is so horrific, but I'm always rooting for them," She shakes her head at herself.
"It's because they're doing a public service by being together," You say. "They're saving the rest of New York from having to deal with them and their drama."
"I always liked Petrovsky," Trinity says, biting into another piece of pizza. "He was honest right from the start and filthy rich."
"Big is also filthy rich," Dennis points out. "At this point you're just deciding which of them is easier to deal with."
"I would've chosen the handsome one with the tweety bird tattoo," You sigh, finishing the last bite of your pizza. "He was perfect."
"How does he compare to the mystery man you refuse to say anything about?" Trinity teases, nudging you with her foot.
"He is excommunicado at the moment," You say, taking your frustration out on the napkin in your lap. "So now I'm definitely not talking about him."
Trinity and Dennis share a look behind your back and he gestures for Victoria to pause the show.
"I think it would help if you talked about how you're feeling," Trinity says. "It's not good to bottle things up."
"I agree," Victoria nods. "And we're great listeners."
"But don't feel like you have to," Dennis says. "We can just tell it's been eating at you."
You stare down at the torn napkin in your hands, a quiet sigh escaping you.
"He's a bit older than me," You start and Trinity immediately interrupts you.
"How old are we talking?"
"He's, like, close to fifty,"
A collective hum echoes through the living room.
"It doesn't have much of an effect on our relationship, or whatever it is you want to label it, but I found out that he has a whole other job he's just never mentioned to me before, and it's a risky job, like super dangerous," You bury your face into your hands. "And he's completely capable of handling himself, it just kind of put into perspective that I might've seen things as a bit more serious than they are,"
Victoria puts a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles. "Why would that mean he isn't serious about you?"
"If you enjoy being with someone, does that not mean you'd also want to share parts of your life with them? I don't know what his reasoning is, but he chose not to tell me about this,"
"Did you say anything to him about how you feel?" Dennis asks.
"Of course not," You say. "I just dodged the plans he tried to make with me tonight and started ignoring his texts."
"Good move," Trinity nods. "Show him what he's missing."
"You're just saying that because you and Garcia get off on causing turmoil," Dennis scolds. "The right thing to do would be to talk to him."
"Obviously, but it's so much easier to just sit here and wallow in my feelings,"
Victoria nods in agreement. "Dealing with your feelings in a healthy way is overrated,"
She turns the show back on and you sink into the couch, but you can't focus on the show anymore.
You know without a doubt that Jack is at home, watching something meaningless on TV or listening to the police scanner. You could be with him, curled op on his chest while he watches TV or exploring the places in his apartment you haven't seen yet while trying to decipher the codes on the scanner you can't understand.
"I'm going to take a walk," You say, getting up from the couch. "I need some air."
"Does this walk happen to end at the apartment of our mystery man?"
"If I can muster the confidence, yeah,"
It's the perfect temperature out, and even though your stomach is swarming with butterflies, you find yourself enjoying the walk. Jack lives in a nice neighbourhood, old brownstones with crawling ivy and wrought iron fencing. You're sure at one point in your life you dreamed of living in a place like this.
You start to hesitate a couple of houses down, doubt worming its way through your system with every step. This could be a good conversation, one that leads to mutual understanding and a stronger relationship, or it could be where you find out Jack had never intended for this to be more than casual and you get your heart broken.
You knock before you let your brain decide which is more likely.
It takes him a bit too long to answer and you worry he may have already removed his prosthetic for the night, but when he opens the door with slightly dishevelled hair, you realise he had probably fallen asleep on the couch.
He looks surprised to see you, but you blurt out your words before he has a chance to greet you.
"I have something I need to say, and I need you to not say anything until I'm done or I'll lose my confidence,"
You catch him almost speak before he just nods.
"It hurt my feelings that you have an entire other job that you have never mentioned to me," You almost wince at how juvenile it sounds, but how else could you say it. "We've never had a conversation about what this is between us, and I thought I was fine with that, but I'm not. I want to know everything about you, I want to be with you, and I need to know if you want to be with me too."
Jack just stares at you, brow arched in questioning.
"You can talk now,"
Jack nods again.
"I want to be with you," His tone is serious, like he's giving a diagnoses. "You're right, we haven't talked about this, but it's always been serious for me. I wouldn't waste your time with something trivial, and I'm sorry I never told you about my volunteer work. It's just that being with you is one of the few things that makes me feel like I don't have to be on all the time, so I try not to think about anything else, there was no intent behind me not saying anything. I have a lot of baggage, both physical and emotional, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to make this work, because I want you more than anything else."
You throw yourself at him, tackling him into a hug that almost knocks him off his feet. He reciprocates the moment he regains his balance, tangling his fingers in the fabric of your sweater.
"I'm sorry I was so immature about it earlier," You murmur into his shoulder. "I think I was just more worried about the outcome not being this."
"It's okay," Jack laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I was worried about the same thing."
"Does this mean you're my boyfriend now?" You pull back to look at him with a teasing smile, fingers tugging at the short hair on the back of his head.
"I think I'm a bit old to be your boyfriend,"
"What should I call you then?"
"Hm," Jack hums, tugging you into the house by your waistband. "We can think about that in the morning, you have a long, long night ahead of you."
something about my beautiful wife baran al-hashimi is making my spidey senses tingle and i don't think whatever moment she is having has anything to do with that particular baby, but it's mother.
someone has had their eyes on that baby since it was found and i doubt robby, jesse, donnie and SAMIRA would miss something visibly obvious that al-hashimi only noticed on her second time looking at the baby. not to mention whatever result they got back were confirmed clean by jesse and samira.
she probably saw the mother of this baby when she came in early and is only now clueing into that because of something she saw on the results or on the baby's clothes or skin.
