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Some of my fav The Pitt fanfics :D
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The Pitt crew know Dr. Robby Robinavitch has a husband. They just don’t expect him to arrive in the middle of a SWAT trauma activation covered in blood and taking over a trauma bay.
As the chaos unfolds, the ED staff quickly realize their boss’s mysterious husband might be even more chaotic than he is.
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Jack Abbott’s family unexpectedly arrives at the hospital, forcing Robby and the entire ER staff to witness a side of Jack none of them have ever seen before — quieter, smaller, conditioned by years of cruelty disguised as family. As old wounds reopen and painful truths come to light, the people who love Jack finally do what no one ever has before:
They stand up for him.
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- Part 20 of The Pitt
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Dennis is just trying to catch his breath in the ambulance bay. They're caught up on the morning nursing home rush as much as they can be and it's only about noon. For a half second, he thinks Dr. Abbott is stumbling towards him, covered in blood. He only notices when he's nearly in front of Abbott’s doppelganger that he's wearing shorts and there's a flesh and bone leg where his prosthetic should be.
“Hey, you look like you could use some help,” Dennis says, reaching out to offer his arm but not touching him. “I'm Dr. Whitaker.”
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He couldn’t point to the exact moment when everything started to fall apart.
Maybe it was love that blinded him or the simple fact that she was his wife - the mother of his children. So when she hit him for the first time, it caught him completely off guard. She had never been a violent person. Not in the begginig at least.
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Frank isn't the one that is addicted to benzos. Angst happens anyway. -
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Before he could ask what he was talking about, one of Jack’s strong hands grabbed his face, thick fingers forcing his jaw to open. The other hand was on his chest, keeping him locked in place.
Robby pressed the knife into his forearm, red blood welling up at the wound immediately.
No, no. He did not want blood. The blood would make him what he didn’t want to be. It would confirm what he was trying to deny. It would confirm the sin that had taken root inside of him.
Dennis felt fangs sliding out of his gums, heavy and sharp. He started salivating, wanting to taste the blood, needing to taste it.
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Freshly turned vampire Dennis finds himself on the doorstep of two vampire hunters. They promise him safety, in exchange for information.