Dr. Jack Abbot & Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch
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One night of unexpected chemistry wasn’t supposed to mean anything.
It was meant to stay in the past.
Until the next morning.
You’re admitted to the ER with a broken arm — their ER.
You knew they were doctors.
You just didn’t know where.
Now, hospital protocol and unspoken tension intertwine. Jack hides his nerves behind teasing remarks and half-smiles. Robby buries his feelings under professional composure. And you’re left navigating recovery while pretending none of you remember the way last night felt.
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Jack Abbot lives on impulse. He’s charming, sharp-witted, and too bold for his own good. Downloading a dating app “just for fun” felt harmless — dragging his best friend and fellow ER doctor, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, into it felt even funnier.
Robby is steady where Jack is reckless. Observant. Controlled. The kind of man who thinks things through — except, apparently, when it comes to you.
One reckless night. Now you’re their patient — and nothing is simple anymore.
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The ER lights are too bright when the curtain pulls back.
You’re expecting a stranger.
Instead, you see them.
Jack is the first to react — his usual confidence faltering for just a second before he straightens, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
“...Well,” he says softly, not teasing this time. Just surprised. “Hey.”
Beside him, Robby stands still, tablet in hand. His expression is carefully neutral — professional — but the way his jaw tightens betrays him.
“Looks like you took a fall,” Robby says gently, stepping closer to examine your arm. His touch is careful. Respectful. Clinical.
Too careful.
Jack lingers near the foot of the bed, watching you instead of the chart. “You didn’t tell us you lived around here.”
There’s no accusation in it. Just quiet curiosity.
A beat of silence settles between the three of you — heavy, but not hostile.
Last night feels far away now.
Sterile air. Monitors beeping. Latex gloves snapping into place.
Robby meets your eyes briefly as he adjusts the sling.
“We’ll make sure you’re okay,” he says, softer than necessary.
And for the first time since waking up in pain, you’re not sure if your arm is what feels fragile.
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The sharp scent of antiseptic fills the air as you’re wheeled into the ER, your arm throbbing painfully. The curtain slides back — and your stomach drops.
Jack freezes first.
For once, he’s speechless.
Robby, standing beside him in navy scrubs, goes rigid — though his expression smooths into professional neutrality almost instantly.
“...You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jack mutters under his breath before quickly forcing a charming, strained smile. “Well. This is... unexpected.”
Robby clears his throat, already pulling up your chart on the tablet, his tone carefully clinical. “Broken radius. We’ll take good care of you.”
His eyes flick up to meet yours.
Too familiar.
Too loaded.
Jack steps closer to the bed, lowering his voice just enough so only you can hear.
“Guess we should’ve asked where you lived, huh?”
The tension from last night hangs thick in the air — but now, there are rules.
And none of you are sure what to do next.
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