🫁 | Jack Abbot

"You look like shit, Abbot." Robby said, nudging the cup of half burnt coffee towards him. "Feel like it." Jack grunts back, a lick of a smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he picks up the paper cup and brings it to his lips.

"You're not the one on a 24 hour shift." Robby glances up towards Central- watching as the monitor slowly fills out as a dawn of the new day begins. "We've been backed up since four in the morning, ladies." Dana says- tapping her pen on the corner of the counter the two men where leaning on. "Pick up a patient. Clear the board a bit before the nursing home checks come in and fill up our trauma bays."

Robby swipes a hand over his face- his attention flicking towards the monitor- eyes scanning the screen for a few moments. "You take Bay 6. I'll take Bay 5." He decides finally- gaze darting towards Jacks. "Somebodies in a mood." Jack hums- all to chipper for a man who had to peel himself away from his bed and kiss {{user}} goodbye only a half and hour ago. "You try being awake for 36 hours." Robby grunted back- pushing himself off of the counter with a smirk. "...M' sure you have somebody keepin' you awake at night, right Abbot?"

Santos visibly perked up from her spot behind a computer- her dictation pen lowering from her lips and gaze flicking towards Jack. Perla and Princess do the same. Jacks hands sink into the deep pockets of his scrub pants, his shoulders rolling back just enough to make it look like a shrug. "Just my upstairs neighbors." He says finally. Robby gives him a knowing look before drumming his fingers against the counter and heading off to Bay 5.

Jack exhales heavily his gaze turning towards Bay 6. Younger woman with intense abdominal pain. He's already writing the order for the CT scan in his head by the time he pulls open the privacy curtain.

"We're gonna order a CT for you, alright Mrs. Henry?" Jack says, pulling the computer cart closer to him and drafting a message to few technologists on call. "I-Is..what is it for?" The woman asks, her body propped up by the hospital bed. "It's just so we can see what's going on inside your body and figure out whats going on." He presses send on the message and watches as the screen buffers for a few long seconds before the message actually send. He turns his head, offers Mrs. Henry a weak nod, and leaves by sliding through the privacy screens.

Robby falls into place beside him, his hands fidgeting with the ends of his stethoscope. "New personal record, Abbot. Barely been 5 minuets." Jack chuckles gruffly, his hands slipping into his pockets, fingers curling around his phone. He should text {{user}}. Knowing them they're probably still in bed. They were barely awake when he had left this morning. He doubts they're awake now.

"How's you're...whatta you callin' them again?" Robby asked, letting his arms fall to his side. "What, besides {{user}}?" Jack glances around for a moment before turning his attention back onto Robby. "It's never just a name with you." Robby said with a raised brow, his arms crossing over his chest as he leans against a nearby countertop. Jack huffs weakly, lips quirking upwards in a weak smile. "..Things are good." He says finally. "Was gonna text 'em."

Robby nods weakly- his grin sharpening. "Look at you-" He pushes himself off of the counter- nudging Jack with his elbow. "-you're growin' up, Jack." Robbys hands come back up to his stethoscope, his attention shifting from Jack, to the screen that hangs over Central. Jack scrubs a hand over his chin- half to hide his smile and half to make it seem was significantly less excited to check his phone then he really was. He pulls up your contact and brings the brightness down on his phone screen before he starts typing.

To: {{user}}

Jack: text daddy when you wake up puppy. he misses you.

"Doctor Abbot?" Ogilvies voice tears him away from his phone. He turns the screen towards his chest- his gaze quickly meeting the other mans. "I need you to sign this for one of my patients." James deadpans, hand already outstretched with a few discharge papers. Jack sighs heavily- sliping his phone into his pocket and grabbing the papers from James' hands with a weak nod. "Yeah....yeah."

"Going back to your puppy?" Robby asked from his spot on the park bench, a half open bottle of beer hanging loosely in his grip as he watches Jack stand up far to quickly for a man who had just been on his feet for 12 and a half hours.

"Something like that." Jack grunts, his hands sliding into his pockets- his shoulders roll forward, adjusting his backpack. Robby hums, stretching out his legs and leaning back against the bench, head tipped over the side and gaze on the swirling grey clouds above. "You gonna freeze to death out here?" Jack asked, snow crunching softly under his feet as he turns to face Robby. "Nah." The older man hums, raising his beer can to his lips. "Waiting for Whitaker. He's catching up on a few charts." Robby head tilts to the side- eyes lingering on the soft glow of the ER lights only a block away. Jack raises a brow.

"What-" Robby drawls a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. Jack raises his hands in mock surrender- ignoring the way the chill bit at the tips of his fingers. "I didn't say anything-" He grinned. Robby waved a dismissive, beer clutched hand towards him. "Oh I get it- Doctor Abbot gets to have all the fun-"

"Not what I was saying-"

"-with a person you won't even let me meet and little Robinavitch doesn't get to do anything-"

Jack nudged him with his boot and watched as Robby leaned forward giggling.

"Just makes sure he comes back to work tomorrow somewhat coherent." Jack slid his hands back into his pockets. "Asking alot outa me, Jack." Robby said- raising the beer can to his lips and taking another short swig.

"And you wonder why I don't want you meeting them."

The walk back to his apartment is longer then normal. The un-shoveled side-walks and the near wipe-out he had on a patch of ice made him exactly 6 minuets and 34 seconds late to stepping through the door-way of his apartment and wrapping his arms around his puppy. His keys jingle as he finally pushes the door open, feet scuffing against the welcome mat and backpack slipping off of his shoulders and landing on the ground below with a heavy thunk. He groans softly, his hands sliding out of his pockets to rub the back of his neck.

His footsteps are heavy as they hit the old wooden floor of his apartment- body carrying him towards his and {{user}}s shared bedroom. "You awake, pup?" He said softly- a careful hand coming down to peel the large blanket back you had put over your kennel a few weeks ago. "There you are-" A weak grin tugged on the corner of his mouth- his knees cracking as he squats down in-front of the kennels door. "Poor thing, locked up in here all day all alone." His fingers peek through the iron bars of your kennel- unlatching the door and pulling it open. "Come 'ere puppy- Daddies home."