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"'Hey, Robby! Look at me.' Jack instructed firmly, taking Robby’s hands in his own. 'Squeeze my hands, Rob, right and left.'
Panic, sharp and hot, shot through him and Abbot flew through the rest of the neuro exam. One pupil looked wrong now—larger, sluggish. Robby’s gaze drifted, unfocused."A freak accident on Robby's day off has severe consequences
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- Part 3 of The Pitt, The Pain, The Plot
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Robby murmurs, calm as a man commenting on the weather: “Cabbage step table.”
Jack blinks. “…what?”
Robby nods like he’s agreeing with himself. “Jump table cabbage jump.”
Jack freezes.
(Or, Robby gets a headache.
One spelled S T R O K E).
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When his phone rang loud in the stillness, waking Jack from the sleep of the dead he'd perfected in war zones half a world away, he sat straight up in bed and knew: something was wrong.
His phone announced it was Dana—and it was 0721—which shot a little thrum of worry through him as he answered. "What happened?" he asked, no preamble. She wouldn't wake him if shit hadn't gone sideways.
"Robby hasn't come in yet and he's not answering his phone," she said, voice grim. "He's never missed a shift without calling." She spoke quietly, probably standing in the middle of the ED, trying to keep up a brave face for everyone else. As much as she could, anyway. People tended to notice when the fucking chief attending didn't show up to work.
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Frank has an epileptic seizure on shift and spends the rest of the day in the ED, with Robby checking in on him every hour.
Oneshot Hurt/Comfort, no drug addiction storyline or conflict, just caretaking and nice feels
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