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  1. Public Bookmark 48

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    Dennis hardly ever gets sick, but when he does he likes to think that death would be easier than the fever endured stupor he knows he’ll be dragged into. He expects to do nothing but sleep on the living room couch until the fever breaks; his two attendings apparently won’t stand for that.

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    25 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 25

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    'Dennis feels like every nerve in his body is awake; every slight movement and touch sends a shock down his frame. His hands grip into the shirt of his attending, not wanting the older man to leave. His lips part as something catches in his throat, a small whine slipping through.'

    What better bonding moment for two doctors than one of them getting sick?

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    25 Jan 2026

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    “Where does it hurt?”

    “What?”

    “The pain. I’m not playing this fucking game with you anymore. Where is the pain?” He waited, stared, until finally Dennis’s eyes came up from the floor and locked in on his own. “You’re one of the most driven people I’ve had the pleasure of working with in a long time, Whitaker, and you are off your game in a big way. I’ve seen you sit down more times in the past eight hours than I’ve seen you sit ever. You’re barely eating, you’re dragging ass, and -please excuse how direct I’m being when I say this- you’ve been downright bitchy the past three days.” Dennis’s face fell, and he tilted his head back down, eyes locking in and beginning to count the speckles in the tile floor, until long, deft fingers met his chin and tilted his face back upward, forcing him back into the eye contact that would be his undoing. “Tell me where it hurts.”

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    25 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 15

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    Six days, 144 hours, 8640 minutes, 518,400 seconds. That's how long Whitaker was comatose, and Robby sat and counted every single second.

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    near death experiences make people share their secrets!

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    25 Jan 2026

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    Night shift is always hard on Dennis. Working with Abbot is even harder. It's like working with a fucking psychic— somehow, Abbot always looks as if he can see right through him. If he thought Robby was bad, Abbot is ten times worse. Because he pushes. Where Robby pulls back, Abbot takes his place with a fucking battering ram.

    It would almost be impressive how perceptive Abbot is if he weren’t so focused on using that ability to strip Dennis right down to the bone, then break those in half like the marrow holds words that Dennis might be hiding.

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    Dennis has epilepsy and not enough medication. Rationing pills can't be that bad for you, right? Jack and Robby will understand. ...Right?

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    24 Jan 2026