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Robby bows his head. He says, "If you are going to be there with me, in the waiting room, or, hell, sitting on the couch beside me, I feel like I need to justify who you are to me."
"It's the therapist's job to mind their business until you make your business theirs," Jack says.
"I thought it was the therapist's job to get all up in my business?"
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Mike Robinavitch braves his first therapy session. Jack Abbot is his emotional support animal.
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24 Nov 2025
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Robby says, eyebrows drawn up his head, "Are you seriously trying to goad me into having a mental breakdown right now?"
"I'm not trying to goad you into anything you don't want to do. I'm just saying that a good cry helps anybody. Especially after a day like today."
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Jack says with patience, "Breathe deep. Relax your face. Drop your hands. Listen to that pain in the back of your throat. It'll get bigger, and louder, and it'll tell you what it wants you to do. Listen to it, and let her rip."
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Jack Abbot succeeds in goading Mike Robinavitch into having a (safe and controlled) mental breakdown after the events of S1E15.
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21 Nov 2025
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It is 0547 when 18-year-old Helen Watkins is rolled into Trauma One.
It is 0621 when Helen Watkins is declared dead.
It is 0653 when Dr. Jack Abbot is attacked by Helen Watkins' father, David.
It is 0702 when Dr. Michael Robinavitch arrives like a guardian angel.
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Jack Abbot is attacked at work by a grieving father. Mike Robinavitch is there for his recovery, physical and emotional.
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20 Nov 2025
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If there's one thing Jack likes to be, it's busy. Movement, noise, action; these are the essential ingredients that keep the hands of the clock ticking during the hours of 7pm and 7am when he isn't buzzing around the ED.
Jack's never had much use for sitting still. Even in his mother's womb he'd kick like a mule and somersault if she sat down for more than twenty minutes.
Or so she loves to tell him.
Her sleep pattern was fucked up long before he popped out of her on the backseat of his parents Mustang. Now, he guesses, he's bound by something bigger than him that pushes his body to keep going, something great and vast and immeasurable that dwells in the dead hours when feels so very alive.
Moving the body he's trained to exist in the dark; the nighttime guided around him by his own hands.
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vignettes of jack's life outside work in the hours when most people are asleep, stitched together by a common thread of care, comfort and love for robby.
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20 Nov 2025
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After losing a young boy, Robby can’t stop seeing his face and hearing his mother’s screams. Alone in the locker room shower and a scalpel in his hand, he makes a mistake—a cut too deep. Jack finds him and refuses to leave.
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The blade glinted, the steely reflection pierced through the haze behind his eyes.
Just one small cut, he told himself. Just enough to make this stop.
He pressed the blade to his left forearm, below the elbow crease. The sting was bright and clean, so different from the dull ache in his chest. For one moment, the world was still, all the incoherent aches replaced by that sensation. Then—
Footsteps.
Robby flinched. His fingers slipped.
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17 Nov 2025