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    Robby meets Jack on his first day of medical school, when he's twenty-four and standing in the doorway of their shared room at Pitt with a duffel bag on his shoulder and a cardboard box in his arms. His university-assigned roommate Jack Abbot, who their professors call by his legal name John, who his friends and the girls he flirts with call Abbot, and who Robby has only ever called Jack.

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    02 Apr 2026

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    The elevator lurches once, then stalls. The emergency light flickers weakly, casting Robby and Whitaker in a dim, red glow before plunging them into near-total darkness. The only sound is their breathing—Whitaker’s still too fast, Robby’s measured, deliberate.
    "You knew this might happen?" Whitaker asks.
    "Yeah," Robby says. "Big storms like this fuck with the hospital's generators. We were lucky we got this far."
    "Lucky," Whitaker echoes, the word coming out too soft.

    Robby and Whitaker get stuck in an elevator during a storm, and three weeks of tension catches up to them.

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    12 Mar 2026

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    When Robby ambled in a little early for his shift, central was a hive of activity, Walsh calling back to Jack as she accompanied a gurney out of Trauma 2: "Learn from the master, soldier boy."

    "When you find one, be sure to let me know, princess," he shot right back, but the note of fondness in his tone made Robby freeze. That wasn't their usual back-and-forth. That held warmth to it. An undercurrent of knowing. A joke shared between two people who'd seen each other naked. More than once.

    Robby clocked Jack watching Walsh go—what the fuck—and then he went back into Trauma 2, debriefing with the team. It was the tiniest moment, nothing—

    And yet Robby's whole understanding had just realigned. Jack and Walsh. What the fuck.

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    09 Mar 2026

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    Jack had just stepped back onto the main floor when he clocked movement at the ambulance entrance, two guys hurrying in, the smaller one helping a guy with a sweatshirt covered in blood. But something was wrong, some unnamable instinct rising within Jack at the way they moved. It was too fluid, too controlled. Jack knew what the walking wounded looked like, had seen it for years, from war zones to bar fights. This wasn't the injured seeking help; this was men hunting.

    Time slowed, Jack's heart rate spiking, the adrenaline dump casting everything in sharp relief—the full ED floor, patients plus shift change meaning twice the usual personnel were here.

    Robby was here.

    That thought got him moving, Jack approaching laterally. He got there right as the guns came out.

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    27 Feb 2026

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    – Слушай, – позвал Люк. – Я знаю, что ты меня ненавидишь, – Люк развёл руками, смотря, как взгляд у Эймонда тяжелеет. – В конце концов, имеешь право. Я тоже не рад тебя видеть, но если мы хотим выжить, нам придётся…

    – Работать сообща, – перебил его Эймонд. Люк моргнул, смотря, как тот поджимает бескровные губы.

    – Временное перемирие? – спросил он, вскидывая брови с надеждой, но Эймонд лишь окинул его оценивающим взглядом и чуть ли не демонстративно повернулся к нему спиной.

    Ну, конечно, – а Люк хотел ему ладонь для рукопожатия протянуть, как же. Эймонд всегда оставался самим собой, в конце концов.

    Но, если подумать, – он так и не сказал Люку: «Нет».

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    06 Oct 2025