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A man could spend a lot of time in pain, Jack learned, before he’d consider opening his mouth.
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Collins shot him a cool look. "My attending told me to either erase my measurements and use yours or to make sure any new measurements came in under 11 weeks."

Shit. Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose. "This is why I did the fucking measurements myself," he muttered. Because if they had just used his numbers, there would be no problem; he'd documented everything that needed to be documented and if anyone made an issue of it, then it'd fall on him. No one else.

"So sorry for being thorough," Collins said, pointed.
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"Whatever this was, it wasn’t an emergency." - Michael Robinavitch, having a medical emergency.

"This fucking guy." - Jack Abbot, leaving his shift to go get him.
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An in-between moment in the ambulance bay: Robby's thoughts after Duke gently names what's going on.
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"John, are you okay?"

He drops his gaze, fists clenched at his sides, teeth worrying the inside of his cheek. He lifts his head and his eyes are wet. "No."

Anna's throat tightens. "Can you tell me why?"

"No." He opens his mouth as if to continue, but no sound comes out. He closes it. He swallows hard, and shakes his head, laughs—a sad, shattered sound that breaks her heart. "I really can't."

OR

A difficult trauma case causes John Carter to reckon with a trauma of his own.

A "what-if" continuation of s04e13.
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AU - Only Liam Bhatt would try to pick up a guy on the train and end up in the ER.
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Jack squints at the guy’s pre-printed name tag, the edges of the sticker starting to peel away from his shirt, and adds, “Want some shitty conference wine too, Michael?” and proffers the bottle.

The guy takes the cigarette with practiced ease. He pulls a face, almost pouting around it, lips where Jack’s were a few moments ago, then says in a deeply relieved voice around a stream of smoke, “It's Robby, please, they just don’t let you change the name once you’ve signed up, and hell yeah.”
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Like clockwork, Yolanda slid dark eyes over to her. "Still ignoring me, Parker? You wound my tender heart."

"That's some low-hanging fruit right there. I think I'm insulted," Parker mused.

Yolanda's grin went sharp enough to slice. "Want me to kiss it better?"

Parker shot her an unimpressed look. Because after everything, she was going there, really? "I know you're not trying to flirt with me."
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Katherine LaNasa says that her charge nurse character, Dana Evans, on “The Pitt” would never use the word “triggering,” but the Emmy winner can’t help but reach for it when trying to grapple with the end of Season 2’s 13th hour on the clock.

Bed Control [by Alethia, Jack/Robby]

Apr. 4th, 2026 11:30 am
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Hey, if Robby wanted to start hot, Jack knew how to burn. "You're fucking the new bed control manager?" he asked, low and incredulous.

Robby blinked, realizing what this conversation was. "Really," he said, a whole world in that tone, deeply unimpressed.

But Jack hadn't been intimidated by that tone in years. If ever. "Tell me, Robby. How's she doing managing your bed?"
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“My mom is visiting,” she said. “And she thinks…” It was like her mouth was glued shut. She couldn’t say it. She buried her face in her mittens.

“Come on, Lucy, just tell me. She thinks what? She thinks you’re an attending already? She thinks med students get paid? How bad could it be?”
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Robby has spent years filing his feelings for Jack away under safer guises— friendship, companionship, collegial affection— because those nomenclatures demanded nothing of him, required no explanation, threatened no irreversible shift in the careful architecture of their relationship, both inside and out of the hospital.

The term he kept coming back to, though, was brother.
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