MUTUAL FEELINGS - Michael Robinavitch x Reader
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Summary: Doctor Robby got a secret life outside of the ED. It's not the life people think of. It has brought some perks and he couldn't quite wrap his mind around it, but the idea of it is interesting enough. Plus, there's no pressure if it is in the cyber world, right? No consequences can come out of it, right?
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Dr Robby is a Tumblr boy and he's got a crush but then he kinda fumbles.
Rating: general
Character: Michael Robinavitch. OFC/Reader. Jack Abbot mentioned (if you squint). Dana Evans mentioned (squiiint). Dr Adamson mentions. The PTMC mentioned. TUMBLR!!
Word Count: 5,3k
Tags/info/notes: Michael Robinavitch/you, Michael Robinavitch/reader, fluff, friends to lovers, online dating, online meet cute, real life repercussions, modern day love story, modern day heartbreak, afab reader, no Y/N (i try my best i swear), angst, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers to ??? to friends again to lovers again, 2 parter, kind of social media fic? but will not be that later on, age gap, but they are literally adults with jobs, love of Pearl Jam, Eddie Vedder mentions, Pearl Jam, grunge music, happy ending, separations, reunions, use of nickname, Robby is happy for a bit, covid happens, Robby is trying. character death (not reader or robby), chance of inaccuracies of job titles. medical inaccuracies. Not beta'd.
I'm so bad at tagging just tell me what needed to be added here if you spot something pls :)
Part 2 (coming soon) / AO3 Link
PART 1 - DOCTORVEDDER
2017 - August
Michael Robinavitch is a capable ED doctor who has occupied the Attending position at the PTMC under the leadership of his Chief Attending, Dr Adamson. The golden boy, the go-to for everybody. Very immersed in his job and for lack of a better word, married to it too. Really. Nobody really knows what Robby does outside of work. He seemed to always be here. His life is the ED, his expertise is the ED. In many ways, he is the ED.
Adamson has tried telling Robby to find something else he could do.
Go on dates or something? Done. Many times. No continuation though.
Try some community activities? No, thank you.
Go for a jog or get a gym membership? Tried. Fucking tired. Gotta be at the ED at 7 AM.
Tai-Chi at the park? Jesus fucking Christ. No.
Go to concerts? His shift usually ran late. Can't make it to concerts.
Social media? Well... well, that's... Okay.
Robby has tried Facebook. It's good to connect with people, but the problem is he doesn't really want to connect with anyone from his past. Or present. Or in general. Not the ones he knows in real life. Not like, anybody is there on the site now anyway.
He tried Twitter. Though it really isn't his pace. Jack has a field day with Twitter though. He thinks it's the right thing for him to let those dry, dead-panned humour out, and the best thing? He actually has an audience there. Insanity, Robby thought.
He tried Instagram. Robby thinks it's such a hassle to post a picture and write a whole ass caption for it. The others tease him once when he posted a picture, a simple goddamn picture, of the mountains of textbooks and his collection of novels along with his half drank cup of coffee. There was nothing wrong with it, but it just revealed too much of himself and his personal life. So he quit that too.
Now, can anybody honestly tell him why he's suddenly here... on Tumblr? Nope. Not really. He doesn't even know how he get here. But here he is, Tumblr user doctorvedder, and he has been here for the last 6 months. The thing about Tumblr is that it gives the perfect anonimity for Robby.
He can post anything and nobody will care. No expectations. No need to show himself out there. All he does is share his love of things that truly make him happy.
His bio is literally:
Mike. He/him. Eddie Vedder is God.
He gave out nothing about himself except for the fact that he is a doctor and that he's just doing this for fun.
anonymous asked: Is that why your tumblr user is doctorvedder? lol doctorvedder: yep. unoriginal, ik. but i love Eddie as you know, plus im a doctor, and cant think of anything else.
Really. He can't.
Plus, it's a secret he's been harbouring from his real life. Dr Michael Robinavitch is in a fandom and he's got around 1000+ followers on his Tumblr.
anonymous asked: do you scroll on your shift? doctorvedder: no im here in the middle of the night when im lonely like everyone else dont be silly
eddieveddersmumblings asked: were u there during the unplugged taping? doctorvedder: nope. not that cool, but lose my shit when it aired.
anonymous asked: did u grow ur hair and wear flannels too grandpa doctorvedder: jesus i didn't grow it that long but i did skip cutting hair for some time also i wore earrings on one ear idfk what i thought. got the boots on all the time tho and still got few of the flannels also who tf u calling grandpa
All he posts there are reblogs of grunge bands he loves in his youth. Sometimes, he shared concert pictures from when he used to attend concerts and share his experiences living the grunge scene with the Tumblr audience. It's part of the reasons why he's got some following here. And gained mutuals though he rarely spoke with them unless it's a tag game or something.
All that change on a random evening after his shift when he received a message, not an ask, from another blog. Yours.
eddiesrailings: hi, mike. been following you for a while. just wanna say hi. i think you and i are kind of the same age because i swear some of the things these kids say dont make sense to me but i get everything you mean. anyway, yeah, hi :)
Robby stared at the message for a bit. Huh, that's new. Usually, he received some snarky, well meaning asks. He knows they're just trying to be funny, but this? It's a bit different. He's mutuals with you, but he doesn't really talk to his mutuals. So he clicked the blog and decided to scour through himself. He saw that you have put up your name, or what you preferred to be called anyway, and pronouns. Nothing major.
She/her. I love museums and Eddie Vedder when he's jumping off some railings.
He smiled a bit at the bio and scrolled to see what else is there. Oh, you enjoy fanfics. Pictures of Eddie Vedder on shows... when he's jumping off some railings, yes. Alice in Chains... Pearl Jam... You thirsting over Chris Cornell. Then you telling a story of how you chase around for Eddie at some show and didn't get to him but managed to get Stone to sign your CD. Pictures attached. Seems legit enough then. Robby scrolled down some more and have decided his next course of action.
doctorvedder: hi. Good to hear from you. saw that you got Stone to sign your CD? that's pretty cool. I got Eddie signing my magazine back in the day. and maybe we are the same age. nice to see someone who gets it here. nice to meet (?) you.
eddiesrailings: haha yeah, I was probably like... 15? I don't know. Oh, you're so lucky! I wish I was successful in my mission for Eddie. Unfortunately, never quite managed to do so. So cool for you, though.
doctorvedder: haha! think i used my luck for that thing. cause i never got anything else cool ever again after that. what are you doing at this hour? wait, are you even in the same timezone as me? I'm on EST.
eddiesrailings: same!!!!! and im just having fun in this hour, mike. enjoying the quiet times in the evening
And that was that, really. That was the start of everything. Soon, the messages became frequent enough. Talking about various things that happened in their real life. Not sharing enough to overshare, but okay enough to have a sense of connection with each other.
You know that Robby is a doctor and he works the day shift.
He knows that you work in a museum as part of the curatorial team.
Robby would share about the various things that people somehow put into their bodies 'accidentally'.
You would share a lot about instances of people you encounter in the museum you work at.
Robby would say something that interns would do that he found funny.
You would share the same thing, just in a different setting.
Robby would share if he ate or not today.
You would scold him about missing his food.
Robby would play it off but then apologise to you.
You would say not to apologise, but take better care of himself next time.
Robby would get angry on your behalf when you told him a male colleague dismissed your idea in a meeting and take credit for things you come up with.
You would say thanks and tell him it's not a big deal but you like that you have someone in your corner even if he is faraway.
Robby would disagree that it's not a big deal, but he'd say he's glad you found comfort in him.
eddiesrailings: yeah but i mean it tho. thanks, mikey. i love that i have you in all of this.
doctorvedder: hey, thats what im here for, sweets. you just tell me if u feel like shit. i like knowing things.
eddiesrailings: sweets, huh? ok. and thank you. i will.
doctorvedder: you call me mikey!
eddiesrailings: yes, i do. it suits you.
doctorvedder: that doesnt make sense. you dont even know how i look like.
eddiesrailings: dont matter :)
Soon, it was nearing 3 months of you both communicating via messages on Tumblr. Robby doesn't even know how you look like and vice versa, but it just felt right to have you to talk to at the end of the day. He found himself looking forward to actually go home, open his laptop, get on his Tumblr and check his messages. He's been doing this constantly ever since that first ever message.
He thinks it's a bit pathetic, really. The amount of excitement he gets from simply opening his messages tab and seeing your lengthy recap of your day. How you ate your lunch of leftover pasta you cooked the night before. How there was a little kid who were so excited about the Egyptian era exhibition that you took her to a guided tour yourself. How you said you were tired, but you really need to finish this series you are watching. The series he thought was funny because the character is a doctor but not his kind of doctor and is a shapeshifting alien. How you said you were looking forward to hearing from Robby's day.
He's excited to tell it to you too. But he was 3 hours past his shift ending time and it's so late now, he's so tired. The thing about Tumblr messages is that it doesn't directly ping to his notifications most of the time. So, he really has to check and it takes a while sometimes to really get to that. He wishes he could just let you know on a whim, whenever he could and-
Shit. This is crazy. Should he? Actually?
doctorvedder: hey, sweets. just spent my time reading all of this recap of your day and it makes my day (honest). you know, i've been thinking. and you can call me out on this if this sounds crazy, i totally understand, but... do you want my number?
Robby stared at the message he is planning to send. Is he going nuts? Sharing his number to some random Tumblr user? But you're not random, though, aren't you? You're.... you. You have been there for the past three months at the end of his shift, talking to him, sharing your day with him. He knows things about you now the way you do about him. He's going insane. He knows it. He's more insane than his colleagues who are on dating apps. At least, there they know how the people look like. He is on Tumblr, for heaven's sake. Who's to say you are exactly who you are?
sent.
Well, fuck that, right? It's now or never.
eddiesrailings: mikey! well, damn. you're serious? you okay with that? i honestly dont have a problem. it's up to you.
doctorvedder: yeah, i mean... i just, shit, this may sound silly but sometimes i just wanna let you know things and talk to you on a whim. dont get me wrong, it makes me feel so excited to find your messages at the end of the day, but sometimes i dont want the recap, you know? am i crazy?
eddiesrailings: :) mikey, you're so cute. no, you're not crazy. i feel the same. i look forward to your messages so much. i am always excited to share my day with you. here's my number xxx xxx xxxx :)
doctorvedder: hey! i was gonna give you mine!
eddiesrailings: this is the first time i encounter a dude complaining cause some girl give him her number. amazing.
2018 - March
It's been 3 more months since Robby began texting you. He absolutely meant it when he said he would like to text you on a whim. He did that almost immediately. Robby thinks you don't mind also because you have been doing the same thing to him. He likes that you call him Mikey. It gave him the kind of distance and difference he craved outside of the ED. He's Robby, Dr Robby, or Dr Robinavitch there. But with you? Mike, Mikey, Michael when he's being silly. And you? Well, whatever nickname he feels giving you at the moment, really.
1 month into the texting, you sent him a picture of yourself for the first time. And that, in turn, made him confident enough to send him his picture as well. It wasn't without its hurdles though.
Me (1:30) : jesus you're gorgeous. what are you doing? lunch?
Sweets (1:34): haha thanks mikey and yeah, i got some salad today.
you know... you really should send me a pic of yourself too ;)
Me (1:35): well... you're right... gimme a bit.
Sweets (4:30): Mikey? you disappearing on me?
im sorry if that's too forward, i didnt mean to
you dont have to send anything if you dont want to!
Me (5:15): fuck
sorry. there was a pile up.
and i got stuck ordering some scans and whatever
thankfully everybody is ok
hey, sweets, dont go apologising on me, im sorry, i didnt have time to tell you
[1 pic attachment]
i hope i dont look much like shit
enjoy sweets, i'll see you in a bit x
Sweets (5:20): oh wow, hi... and im sorry i was panicking i thought i scared you off i totally forgot you are an actual doctor
my god wow
Me (5:35): i hope those are good wows? lol
Sweets (5:37): believe me they are ;)
Me (5:40): you're adorable, sweets.
To say that Robby is fucked is an understatement. By month 2? Well, he's even deeper into the hell hole he dug himself into. Is it hell-ish though? When he could not only see you, but hear you? Nah, it's not hellish, he's sure. He feels like an idiot. Feeling this giddy over a scheduled video call while cooking dinner. What is he? He is a 47 year old single doctor who is giddy about some girl he has grown to be attached to over the internet. It is insane. Totally insane.
He has no idea why he's so nervous. He's got his dinner ingredients lined up like he's fucking Julia Child or something. He wanted to impress you, he found himself thinking. It's totally insane. He's lost his mind completely and-
BZZZ BZZZ
His phone vibrated with the sound of the intro of Even Flow. How cliche. The call is here. You are calling and he couldn't contain his excitement.
He clicked the answer icon and smiled to the camera. There you were in your black tshirt, what looks like pyjama pants and you got your hair down, smiling to the camera as well.
"Um, hi? Mike?" You said with a small smile and what looks like, to him anyway, a blush.
"Hey! Hi, sweets! How are you?" Robby greeted you, trying not to sound too eager even though he is way beyond excited at the moment.
You chuckled. Actually chuckled and shook your head. "I'm good, good... I just," you paused as you run a hand through your hair. "I just can't believe I'm hearing you call me that nickname in real time. You know... I really like it!" You said with a shy smile. But it was clear to Robby, you were as excited as he is.
"Well, sweets, you'll be hearing a lot more, then." Robby said as he smiled widely at you and you two began conversing about your day and how you are going to cook each other's dishes.
2 hours of a video call later and you both were eating your dinner in front of each other's camera. Like you two were there. Robby have never felt this excited in a while and he doesn't know if he is going insane or if this is just what it feels like to... to connect with someone these days.
It was all over for him from that moment. You are his constant everyday. His good morning and good night texts. His don't forget to eat lunch text. You'd send pictures and he'd find himself smiling looking down at his phone. Dana's caught him doing it twice in a week. Jack's suspicious. Adamson? Well, Adamson was just happy that Robby's got his mind somewhere else other than the ED now. The boy seemed lighter, happier, and who is he to diminish that? Isn't that what he wanted for Robby?
Sweets (7:15): hey, you out of your shift yet? i miss you
Me (7:20): hey, sweetheart. yep. im just heading back now. i'll call you, okay?
And that kind of text is getting more frequent as time goes on.
2018 - July
"Hey, sweetheart, sorry, I just got home," Robby said as he kept his phone on his ear with his shoulder pressed up against the left side of his head while his hand is struggling with the keys to his apartment.
"It's... 9 PM, Mikey. Was it that busy?" You said from the otherside of the phone as you heard him rustling something and there was a click followed by a hard squeeze of what sounded like his door.
"Yeah, sweetheart, it ran late. It happens sometimes. It's not even the 4th of July yet and it's already this chaotic... can't imagine the disaster we're gonna get on the date." Robby said as he kicked his door shut and locked it before he threw his bag down and sighed. Taking his phone with his hand and putting sweetheart on speaker.
"I miss you. Can I see you?" You said over the phone.
"I really look like shit, I'm not sure-"
"I don't care. I haven't seen you in a while." You said with a sigh and who was Robby to deny you?
"Okay, hang on," he said with a pathetic chuckle. Switching the call to a video call and flashed the camera a tired smile. There you were with your pyjamas on and sleepy smile. Have you been waiting for him? "Happy?" Robby asked.
"Very. You don't look like shit. Still handsome." She said with a chuckle.
"I am a 47 year old ED doctor who just got off a chaotic shift, honey. I know you're lying a bit." Robby said, but not without a smile.
"And I'm a 33 year old museum curator who was waiting for her ED doctor to text her but he didn't so now I am demanding a video call and I got it. So, I don't think I'm lying when I have literally been waiting for you." She said with an eye roll.
Robby found himself chuckling. "Yours, huh?" He teased.
If Robby caught your blush, he didn't say anything.
"Yeah. Mine. Is that a problem for you?" You asked. Your heart racing, but you are trying so hard to stay composed with a challenging smile to him.
"No, not at all." He said. The crows feet in his eyes prominent as his smile was displayed for you. "I like the sound of that." He added with a satisfied sigh.
2019 - December
"Did you see the news? About that virus in China?" You asked as you were video calling Robby. He is sitting on his dining table eating lunch with you on the screen. Robby shrugged as he ate his pizza.
"Yeah, but I don't know anything about it yet. Heard some whispers about contingency plans or whatever, but so far I think they are monitoring it." He said softly. "Don't worry, honey." He added as he bit into another slice.
"Yeah, well, you know... The news is not sounding too hopeful." You said as you slurped on your noodles.
"They always are, sweetheart." Robby said as he finished the slice in three big bites.
"You are eating that like you haven't eaten in a week, which honestly, could be possible for you since you always forgot to eat for some reason. You're a doctor. You know how it's not healthy, Mikey." You said with a frustrated huff, but there was no malice there.
Robby only chuckled at that. "Noted, sweetheart. I will try to eat better."
"You always say that!"
"And I always mean it, I promise!"
2020 - June
The wave of the virus hit Robby quite hard. He knew things will go downhill for the medical world since the news broke in March. It already is. Everything is going in ways nobody knows how to mitigate. Even Dr Adamson, who is so calm and composed found it hard to be composed with this one and yet, he did his job anyway. Robby had no choice but to do it too. Everything turned upside down. The country, the hospital, the people, himself, you.
Oh, you.
Has Robby forgotten about you? Absolutely not. It's the opposite. You're at the forefront of his mind in every second of his day. Ever since the news broke, the lockdown started, you have been nothhing but present if not in his mind then in his phone notifications because that's how it's always been for the two of you. And Robby? Well, Robby live for those if not to ease his mind then to make sure that you are okay despite everything.
But he would be lying if he said he has been a good... what even is he? You both have never spoken about what the two of you are. But you both know you love talking and sharing your days with each other. Yet, the internet is a fleeting thing right? Surely, you have your own life out there. More than just having him on your screen. Unlike Robby, who practically has no one. You're not as pathetic as he is. So, what is he? Whatever he is, he knows he hasn't been a good whatever to you lately. Texts unanswered for days. Missed calls. Let alone video calls.
He's just lost yet another person on the ventilator. Jesus fucking Christ. When is this going to end? Not anytime soon, he knows that for sure. He just needed to breathe. It was like he was driven by sheer will alone. After what he has to do today? It's a good thing he didn't burst. He rubbed his eyes, hard, with his thumbs. Making his way to the roof, climbing the emergency stairs just to disappear a little. He knows this isn't the best thing to do. What kind of frontline responder is he for running to the roof like this? But goddamit, he missed you. His fed up, alone, and tired self missed you.
Sweets - 7 new texts. 3 days ago. Sweets - 5 missed calls. 3 days ago.
He saw what greeted him on his phone screen and sighed.
But he has to try.
Ringing. Ringing. Ringing.
Click.
"Mikey?" Your barely there voice greeted him.
Are you okay? Are you sick? Why are you groggy?
"Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay? Are you sick? Why do you sound so-"
"Mikey, honey, it's 6 AM." You said as he heard some rustling on your end.
Jesus Christ, it is. He didn't even realise. He's been down for God knows how long...
"Shit, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I can call later-"
"No! Don't!" You said. Sounding alert and panicked. "No, shit, I mean... Just talk now. Please. I don't know if you could even call me later. Please, don't be sorry. I want to talk to you now." You said like you were gonna lose him. And truthfully? That's a warranted worry.
"Sweetheart, I really am sorry. It's been 3 days since we last..." He sighed tiredly and rubbed his eyes. He found himself tiredly sitting down with his back againt the wall near the rooftop entrance. "I'm just sorry, okay. There are so many people and so many... Jesus, sweetheart, there were just so many..."
"Mikey..." You said, sounding worried. "How many today?" You asked.
"I don't even know anymore, baby. They couldn't even say good bye... They were just... gone... we couldn't do anything. There's nothing... It doesn't make sense..." Robby said.
"Mikey, I know... I may not understand what you're dealing with there but... I'm here, okay? Just a call away. A video call away. A text away. Whatever you need, okay? You know I'm here." You said with sigh but you're trying your best to support this guy who has grown to be so important to you.
"And when this is all over, we'll go on that meet up we always talked about. Maybe you can come over? New York's good, Mikey." You said, sounding hopeful.
"Yeah, well, we'll see that. If this thing didn't get to me first. With the way everyone's dropping, it may as well be-"
"Michael!" You gasped.
Robby sighed deeply and groaned. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry-"
"Don't say that. You're talking like you don't matter."
"No, of course, I don't mean that I just-"
"I know, but-"
"No, you don't. But that's okay. You don't have to. You... you just... You just be safe, okay? Just be safe. Please." Robby muttered as he sounded tired. So tired.
"I may not understand, Mikey, but..." She sighed. "You know what, I'm sorry. Just know I'm here, okay?" She said, sounding defeated.
"I know you are." Robby said, sounding devastated.
"You'll be okay. Right?"
"I am not sure, sweets, I-"
"Michael. Please."
There was a long pause. Robby took a deep breath and exhaled with such disdain to the world.
"Michael?" You called for him. You sounded worried. At least that's what Robby thinks you sounded.
"Yeah, sweetheart..."
"You'll be okay?"
He sighed once more and answered, "Yeah, sweetheart. I will... try."
"You will."
"Sure, sweetheart." He said. "I have to go now," Robby said like coward. Trying to getaway from this as soon as he could and he doesn't even know why. He missed you. Why is he running away?
"They need me there. I have been gone way too long."
He could hear you sighing the same way on the other end. But from the time he's known you, he knows you're trying your very best to keep it together.
"Okay. Call me when you can. Or text. Whichever is more convenient."
"I know." Robby said simply.
"Michael?" You called for him.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Stay safe. Be alright," you paused before you uttered something else.
"I love you."
And there was a clear pause after. Robby doesn't know what to say. What does this even mean? Shit. What does this mean? What do you mean?
He muted his end of the phone and cursed to himself.
"Fuck." He rubbed his face in frustation.
It felt like the pause was forever before you called on him again.
"I'm sorry I just... I needed to say it and-"
He unmuted his end of the call and sighed once more. "Sweetheart, no, it's okay. I know. I will be okay." He said.
And he could feel the drop from you even from miles away and without seeing your face.
The fact that he didn't even...
"You take care, okay?" Robby defeatedly said.
"Yeah, okay." You said, softy. Trying to keep it together but he knew, he fucked it up. He knew it well and there's nothing he could do to come back from it.
"See you, Mikey." You said without waiting for him to respond. He understood.
2020 - August
Sweets (yesterday): mikey? you been okay? i ordered some groceries for you in case you need it Sweets (yesterday): i hope you picked up the groceries, they delivered it on to your door. Sweets (yesterday): did you get the groceries? Me (today, 8:30 PM): hey, i did. thank you. hope youre okay, honey.
3 days ago
Sweets (9:32 AM): i am under the weather a bit but im fine Sweets (9:33 AM): you? i hope youre okay. you have a day off this week? Sweets (1:30PM): hope you had your lunch, mikey Sweets (3:30 PM): mikey, dont forget to drink or something thinking of you miss you Sweets (6:45 PM): text me when you're alright? miss you
Today
Me (9:00 PM): hey im sorry, i did everything. tried to. stay safe miss u too Sweets (9:02 PM): you ok for a call tonight?
2 days ago
Sweets (5:30 PM): throat hurts they're testing me Sweets (6:15 PM): i'm ok Me (7:15 PM): can i see what they give you? Sweets (7:17 PM): [1 pic attachment] those are everything they prescribed Me (7:20 PM): good baby, you're ok. hydrate please. stay safe. Sweets (7:21 PM): ok for call?
Today
Me (2:30 PM): sorry i didnt pick up. heavy heavy stuff. Sweets (3:00 PM): it's okay. stay safe. Sweets (8:25 PM): are you home? you okay?
5 days ago
Sweets (9:32 PM): nice to hear your voice today. stay safe, mikey. thanks for calling. i miss you. be very safe.
August 12
Me (7:45 AM): good luck on the presentation today. you'll ace it! Sweets (7:50 AM): it's just for a bunch of kids on their online class haha but thank you. miss you. Me (8:15 AM): ❤️ Sweets (10:15 AM): presentation was great. kids were excited. how are you? Sweets (2:37 PM): i hope it isnt too swamped today. i know it's wishful thinking in this circumstances stay safe Sweets (8:46 PM): hope you get some rest
August 17
Sweets (5:47 PM): hey been a while since i heard from you. you okay? Sweets (6:18 PM): want me to send you food again? Sweets (7:15 PM): have u had dinner? i can order food for you from here like last week Me (7:18 PM): don't. Dr Adamson, my chief attending. He got covid. He's not looking good. I'll update you.
2 Missed Calls from Sweets
August 19
Me (9:07 AM): we're putting Adamson on ECMO. He's bad. Stay safe, Sweets.
3 Missed Calls from Sweets
August 22
2 Missed Calls from Sweets
Me (4:25 PM): I'm okay. don't worry. it's been busy. stay safe. Sweets (4:47 PM): have you eaten? Me (5:03 PM): breakfast Sweets (5:04 PM): mikey, dont forget lunch Me (5:15 PM): i know Sweets (5:20 PM): want me to order for you? Me (5:22 PM): no its okay Sweets (5:25 PM): i can do your fav place Me (5:27 PM): i said no. it okay, sweets Sweets (5:28 PM): okay, sorry stay safe
August 25
Sweets (6:45 PM): i hope youre okay. i miss you. i am praying for you and your chief attending. read by Mikey at 7:15 PM
August 30
Sweets (7:03 PM): hey, just checking in, i hope you're doing okay dont forget to eat, drink, take time for yourself. please stay safe. read by Mikey at 10:35 PM
September 3
Sweets (9:05 AM): Michael, I'm sorry for hounding you with texts like this every couple of days I'm just worried I hope you're okay. Hang in there. I mean it, you know. I love you. You don't have to say anything. I just need you to know. Stay safe. read by Mikey at 5:39 PM
September 5
Me (3:19 PM): he's gone.
5 Missed Calls from Sweets
September 10
Me (11:47 PM): hope you have a good sleep. you deserve the rest. Sorry for being very awful lately. Stay safe please.
September 11
9:17 AM - 3 Missed Calls from Sweets
October 5
Unknown Number: michael? are you there at all?
eddiesrailings asked: mike, i hope you're doing good. i missed you and i hope you have been taking care of yourself. i have been thinking about you. i am worried. please stay safe.
doctorvedder reblogged eddiesmumbles - March 13 2020.
a/n: AAAAAAAA my first attempt back in the fanfiction world. I am sorry if this ended up being all over the place. I HAD a vision in my head but i may have fucked it up a little. Also i'm sorry if the formatting is whack because i am trying to navigate tumblr again after so long and i swear i forgot where shits are. but heyyyyyy i tried! i overcome my insecurities and fears and TRIED to execute my vision!!!! i hope you enjoy this. There will be a part two! Please stay tuned and pray that I will not be a slacker!!!! Forgive me for typos and all that, i spent like 6 hours on this on my day off work. A girl tries her best on her first time back from the void!
ENJOYYYYY!!!
GIF by emziess! - Dividers by diviniyae
