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Dana caught him dozing in the rocking chair, Baby Jane Doe still in his arms.
“36 hours, max,” she said, which is how Robby ended up in an Uber with two bags of baby gear.
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04 May 2026
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“What’ve we got?” Robby asked Dana as he hustled to get to his newest patient. He couldn’t see much yet from outside the patient’s room, just a broad-shouldered body with a halo of sweat-damp blond curls, and pale skin that might have been from shock.
“Male, 26, fell on the ice,” she said, shaking her head. “Kneecap dislocation. Poor kid.”
“Ouch. What was he doing? Shoveling, at this time of night?” he asked. It was coming up on seven, nearly time for the shift handover. It had been dark for hours already.
“Playing hockey.”
Or: in an alternate universe, the 2018 All Star game takes place in Pittsburgh. Ilya gets hurt, and is treated by Dr. Robby.
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01 May 2026
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Somewhere between the Fourth of July chaos and an ambulance diverted to the Pitt, Jack finds a quiet room to crash before his night shift begins.
Robby doesn’t let it stay quiet.
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09 Apr 2026
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Dana shot him a meaningful look. "She up and says to me that Robby can't stand to be alone, has got the TV on in his bedroom all night."
Jack scoffed. "No, he doesn't."
Dana stilled, her blue eyes locking onto his. And just like that, it went from an idle comment to a moment. A moment that expanded, curling into something weighty, settling leaden in Jack's gut. "That right?" she muttered, and there was a whole epic journey packed into those two words, going from how would you know all the way to how did I not know.
Fuck.
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16 Feb 2026
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Jack grabs his gear bag and limps over, gait even but unmistakable. “Morning,” He calls.
The man looks up. His eyes are brown, warm but wary. He wipes his hands again, like he’s stalling for time. “You the lead bullfighter?”
“That’s me.”
“Dr. Robinavitch,” The man says, offering a hand. His grip is big, firm, and careful in a way that tells Jack he knows how to use his size. “Vet for the stock. Call me Robby.”
(Two cowboys: a vet and a vet, fall in love).
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07 Feb 2026