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Robby watched as Jack walked out of the hospital. It was 7 am. Well now more like 8 but either way Jack was off the clock now, surely going home to sleep than possibly do a SWAT shift than back here tonight. Going to their home. They’ve been married for almost 3 years now. They never made any big deal about it. Jack had kept asking when they wanted to get married. Or if Robby cared to get dressed up for the event. Or if he should plan a honeymoon for them. Robby got tired of him pestering and asked what Jack wanted. Jack told him, a courthouse wedding just the two of them. And that same night at 2am they went and got married. He loves thinking of that night, seeing how ungodly happy Jack was when he mentioned it. But here he was at the start of a shift watching him leave.
Robby and Jack never purposely kept their marriage discreet but it just never got brought up. They had been working together for so long and when they started dating nothing between them at work really changed. They kept moving around each other like they could predict what the other was going to do. Kept talking through body movements or looks. No one ever really second guessed how close they were physically sometimes because that's just how they had always been. When they would sneak into their shared office that rarely saw the lights turn on no one questioned it. Because it was their office. Like 2 desks and everything for when they in theory were supposed to do reports and filing that they never had time to do.
Not much had gone down at the ER today. They had 2 minor impalements, 1 head lac and a bunch of minor things like kitchen burns and stomach aches. All was well. Or as well as it could be in the ER.
A few hours pass. Still nothing too crazy. 1 car crash with a few broken ribs, 2 broken arms from a horseback riding event, and that head lac guy was still here. Dana found Robby at the hub doing some charts. “Robby 2 SWAT members gunned down. 1 GSW to the leg and the other GSW to the shoulder. Reports that GSW to leg guy was seizing when they found him. ETA 3 minutes.”
Robby looked around the ER instinctively looking for Abbot, who he knew wasn't here. But was probably with his SWAT guys. He pulled his phone out texting him “Jack I swear if you're the one coming in on a gurney in 2 minutes I will kill you myself” He got gowned up and waited in the ambulance bay.
2 ambos pull up and Robby runs to the back of the first one as it opens. “38 year old male. GSW to the right shoulder. Responsive on sight. Wound was packed on site. Given 2 rounds of morphine on board.” A rush of relief hits Robby, it’s not Jack. He follows the gurney in letting Santos take the lead. Behind him he hears a string of curse words and turns to look.
Whitaker had gotten the second gurney out of the bay and was rolling in the patient “someone should get Robby-”
“No- no one get robby or you’re all fired” the patient said said in an aggressive whisper
“But sir I really think-”
“He will kill me. Whitaker I’m too pretty to die”
Robby was already making his way over to the second gurney. His eyes widened when he spotted none other than Jack Abbot on the gurney. His husband Jack Abbot.
“Fuck..” Jack whispered under his breath “Whitaker you better just prepare the morgue now”
Robby kept the gurney moving as he stared at Jack “What in the hell were you thinking getting shot”
“Stupid question Robby. I obviously didn't plan to get shot” Jack was pretty hyped up on morphine, hence why he acted like this was a normal day and not a GSW to his right leg.
Robby just blank stared at him. On one hand he was royally pissed. On the other he was just happy he was alive and joking with him. “You are so unbelievably dead once this hole gets patched. Whitaker what's the rundown.”
Whitaker's eyes shot to him as they pulled Jack into trauma 1. “Oh um 50 year old male, GSW to the upper right leg, bullet still embedded, wound packed on site. 3 of morphine and 1 of benzodiazepine. Found seizing on site. Possible concussion.”
“Jesus Christ Jack. Anything else you wanna throw on there?” He said, sounding slightly disappointed in him. For what exactly he couldn't say but all he knew was Robby was a mess in the head because of it.
Jack closed his eyes letting everyone set him up to all the machines. “I’m sorry? And please don't kill me?”
“I’m taking this off” he said motioning to his prosthetic.
“Robby don’t-” he grabbed his leg hard sitting up a bit too fast making himself instantly dizzy. The pain meds were wearing off and he knew the phantom pain would join soon if his limb really was gone. He was also most definitely going through some mild hallucinations from his PTSD.
“Jack, it needs to come off. I’m not arguing with you over this”
“I’ll scream”
“No one will come running” Robby started to pull it off.
Jack gripped it harder. “Michael. Please.” He said softly and put his one hand with his rings overtop of Robby’s
It took Robby back hearing his name and pleading in his husband's tone. “You get 1 minute then I need to do my job.” “Everyone out! I’ll call you in a minute.” he commanded
“Your minute starts now” Robby instructed
“Mikey I can't do it. You can’t take my leg.” he said panicking, getting more and more of a blurred line between his mind and reality.
The ‘Mikey’ caught him even more off guard. “Jack what happened out there?”
“A.. a bomb or something like it. Maybe fireworks or maybe it was just the gunshots exploding through the windows of the building.” He shook his head in disbelief “Mikey I can’t lose my leg again. You can’t take it from me”
Robby instantly recognized this as an onset panic attack. He was confusing reality with the day he lost his leg. “Jack, you lost your leg years ago. This is a prosthetic leg.I need it off to take the bullet out.”
Jack spiraled more “No. no no no. Do not take it from me!” he started to seize again from his PTSD. It never normally was this bad or this frequent, must have been something about an injury to his already hurt leg.
“For fucks sake Jack. I need a crash cart!” He moved Jack to his side.
Everyone ran in. Whitaker took a look at the 2 of them “What the hell happened? He was alert a minute ago?”
“PTSD induced seizure. He’s normally never this bad.” Robby ran through what he should do next in his mind
“Do you know what meds he normally takes?”
“Sertraline, paroxetine and venlafaxine. Once a day in the morning.” he mouthed off quickly. Almost too quickly for someone who in theory was only friends with the guy
Dana glanced at them before writing it all down in a chart. There were so many people in the room. Whitaker, Dana, Langdon, McKay and a few more. He didn’t know if it was because it was Jack who was on the bed or because he was the worse off patient. Robby really hoped it was the first option.
“Okay push a round of propofol” Robby directed standing next to Jack watching his vitals go all over the place and then steady out once he was out of the seizure. Jack being the stubborn idiot he was, was somehow already alert after he stopped seizing.
“Michael-” he said, instantly grabbing onto Robby's hand with their rings on it. He looked around at everyone panicking, still having blurred lines between reality and his mental state.
“Jack- you're okay. You’re at PTMC” Robbed soothed him as best he could “I need your leg off for this to go smoothly
He shook his head “no. no please don't” he borderline begged. If he wasn't actively going through a mental break and having a GSW someone would be making fun of him. But they all knew better than to make fun of something like this.
Whitaker stepped next to Robby “Dr. Abbot your leg needs to come off, the bullet is too close to the prothestic-”
“Absoluetly not. No one is taking my leg” Jac interrupted abruptly, using that commanding voice of his.
Robby looked around quickly running through options “Okay. No one is taking the leg off. I’ll work around it”
Dana glanced over again, watching them closely, then looking to Robby. She had known about the 2 of them for a while now, like years. But it never seemed to matter enough to mention to them that she knew. Maybe it was when she caught them 5 years ago sleeping on their couch in their office together. Or when Abbot and Robby would call out the same day too often to be coincidence. Or maybe it was when they came in with matching wedding bands and no one else seemed to notice but Dana.
“Jack I’m gonna push another round of morphine to help with the pain. You’re gonna feel out of it” He talked him through it slowly as Whitaker pushed the meds
Jack just nodded feeling himself slip a little. “Let me pull it out- I am an attending you know”
Robby sterilized the wound entry and started to pull the bullet out with the help from Whitaker “Nope. Even if your hands weren't shaking like they are, I'm not letting you pull a bullet out of your own leg.” He pulled a little harder on the bullet.
“God damn Robby-” he winced “if this is your idea of foreplay it is not going well for you”
Robby gave him a death glare as he kept working the bullet out “I’m not the one who got shot in the leg”
Jack rolled his eyes “Once again- I did not plan to get shot. A minor mishap”
“If this is a minor mishap I would hate to see a big mishap” Robby got the whole bullet out and put it on a tray
“I better be allowed to keep that” Jack mentioned as Whitaker moved the tray away
“You’re not keeping your bullet” Robby started to prep for sutures
“But imagine it on the shelf in the kitchen” Jack says, being pretty obvious that they were at least living together.
“Jack-”
“Michael.”
“You are not putting a bullet in the kitchen”
“So controlling… you should really watch your attitude if you want anything later” he said in a very dom voice. Now if Jack wasn’t on countless meds maybe he wouldn't have said that as loud as he did. But he was and so he did.
Everyone's eyes turned to look at them, Robby’s face blushing hard “Jack.” he started stitching him up
Jack glanced around, really taking a minute to see everyone “oh..”
“So… are you two like together?” Santos asked non chalantly.
Mckay hit her arm
“What? We all wanna know after that last comment”
Jack held up his hand with his rings on it “3 years” he said showing it off
“3 years?!” Santos said loudly
“Yup well if you don’t count the 4 we dated before we got married”
Robby pulled his stitches tight almost as a warning to watch how much he says
Jack outwardly winced “What. Should I not jump into how you like-”
“Okay! Everyone out. I can handle a few stitches by myself” Robby said loudly interrupting whatever Jack was about to say
Jack rolled his eyes as everyone stood still for a moment “I’ll scream if he tries to kill me so no need to worry. You all can head out and find other patients to torture”
Robby listened for the door to close than looked at Jack
“Will an I’m sorry fix this? Or possibly remember how much you love and adore your husband before you stab him with the needle you’re holding?”
“Are you okay?” Robby said softly, almost defeated. He put some gauze pads over the now finished stitches.
“As good as I can be” he looked to him and the finished work on his leg “Atleast they hit me in the fucked up leg” he tried to joke
Robby looked up at him “Don’t fucking do that shit again”
Jack groaned “Mikey I said I didn’t plan on getting shot like fucking 3 times now”
“No. No, don't scare me like that again. You’re lucky it was only a GSW to the leg. What if it was to the chest? Or head? And I know you can’t control it but seizing after? God you could have been off so much worse”
Jack stayed quiet “I am sorry”
“I know.” Robby laid his head on his leg softly “We’re taking your leg off at home. I know you’re being weird about it here but it needs to come off later- I can tell its bothering you”
A noise was heard from outside and Jack looked over to see Shen, Ellis, and a group of others staring in the window watching them “Don’t just stand there staring your freaks come in”
Robby lifted his head looking at everyone.
“We just wanted to make sure you were good captain” Ellis said smiling at them
“And get the scoop on you two. 3 years you’ve been married?!” Shen said staring at Jack
Jack nodded “3 years. Not sure how he’s put up with me so long”
“Thats apparently the day I lost my mind”
“No, that would have been what- 7 years ago now? When we first started dating.”
“God don’t remind me.” Robby leaned back off the bed taking off his gown and gloves.
“Not sure how I didn’t notice before. You guys have always bickered like a married couple. But I guess that's cause you were a married couple” Shen mentioned smiling. “Glad to see they hit the bad leg though!”
Jack laughed “Yeah, still only got 1 fucked up leg”
“You’re still not clear of me killing you once you get out of here” Robby said looking at him
“You just had your chance with the needle and didn’t take it. I think I’m safe.”
Robby just smiled at him softly. God he loved this man, even if he was the most stubborn annoying person he knew.