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Looking in his closet Robby couldn’t help but to groan at how he had managed to lose the same pair of cargo pants that he’d been wearing to work for who knows how long. Running to the laundry room he was pulling and throwing every piece of clothing in a million different directions to see if he had maybe just forgotten to put them away. Letting out a forlorn sigh when he realized that he wasn’t going to find them before he had to leave for work. Which immediately turned into a sense of dread at how he had thrown practically all of his clothes that he’d taken the time to fold in a million different directions in the laundry room. Which meant that he would have to spend even more time refolding every piece of clothing that he’d thrown around so carelessly.
Looking around he let out an even louder groan, because now he had an even bigger problem that he couldn’t see any other clean scrub tops or pants in the mess that he’d created. Returning to his closet he looked again and resigned himself to wearing the pair that he’d labeled as his comfy jeans that were hanging up in the closet. Grabbing the scrub top that was somewhat shorter than the others and was just long enough to reach past the end of his zipper. The jeans were an old pair of light wash Levi’s that were soft to the touch, despite their comfort he didn’t wear them to work because of how they were lighter and could end up stained by any number of fluids at work, bodily or otherwise. Another reason being that they were the only pair of jeans that he'd never had to replace because of the stupid fraying that he would get on his inner thighs.
Looking down at the time he let out what he would never admit was a desperate whine, stripping out of his sweats that he’d been wearing and pulling them up to rest somewhat lower on his hips than his usual cargos did.
Despite being forced to wear them he wasn’t going to lie and say that he was any less comfortable. They were tighter across the butt and across his thighs but were still comfortably loose around his calves. Running his fingers across the material he let out a relieved sigh at how soft they felt and knew that he was going to hear about wearing them from Dana.
Apart from Jack nobody else ever saw him in anything other than his scrubs and cargos, or formal wear from events they’d all been forced to attend. Looking around with a deep sigh as if he would actually find his cargo pants he really wanted to find them but knew that if he didn’t want to be late he needed to grab the protein bar which Jack would tell him wasn’t an adequate breakfast during his hand off because he’d taken too long trying to find his pants. Which was when he remembered. Glasses. Shit.
Walking over to where the dirty scrub tops were in his room he rifled through them in the hopes of finding his glasses and then thought about the laundry room where he’d been throwing everything around and let out an annoyed sigh because he was never going to find them before work. Storming into the bathroom he let out a wince and grabbed the familiar contact case and washed his hands and looked quickly at the time before carefully putting in a pair of contacts that he’d be forced to wear for the next twelve hours. Blinking a few times to make sure that they were sitting on his eyes right he let out a sigh and hoped that the jeans would distract from the other problem that he was currently dealing with.
Looking at the time again he hurried to the kitchen where he’d left his bag and grabbed the toast that was now only somewhat warm that Jack would tear into him about later when he forced the answer out of him. Taking a bite he even winced at how bland it tasted but knew that he didn’t have the time to grab the apple butter that he’d fully intended to put on it.
Walking down the steps to his jeep he tossed his bag into the passenger's seat before making sure his coffee was secure before cranking the car and heading in to work. As he was driving he started to run his thumb across the texture of his jeans, smiling because of how soft they were. Raising his hand up and running his fingers along his cheek, scratching along the surface of his nose as he scrunched his nose at the thought of how everyone was going to react.
As he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital he looked over where his hoodie normally rested, the hood hung on the head rest and felt his heart just drop into his stomach. It wasn’t there. Looking around, hoping that maybe he’d put it in the back seat he slammed his body against the seat, because he knew that it wasn’t in his car from how clean it was but still looked again on the off chance that it had fallen into the floorboard.
Letting out a long sigh he looked one more time before telling himself that he was going to be late if he didn’t get out of the car now, trying to convince himself that it was at Jack’s. Telling his inner adhd that no he couldn’t go over there right now to find it, that he had to go to work. It was the only other place that it could be other than his laundry room that currently looked as if a tornado had blown through it. Telling himself that he could get it after work to get himself through the door he chugged what was left of what would be his third coffee of the day. Already having had one when he woke up and then another while getting ready before pouring the one that he was just in the process of finishing just before he’d left for work.
Which of course was when his day decided to get even more chaotic, feeling the slap across his ass which immediately had him practically hissing like a feral cat.
“Nice ass cocksucker!” Immediately he felt as if a bucket of water had been poured on him, all feral energy leaving his body and turning into an immediate blush that covered his entire face.
“Myrna, good to see you again. Why are you here?”
“One of my girls got roughed up and I was told that I had to wait here.” Remembering very well the last time that Myrna had been left alone in chaos he completely understood why she was handcuffed in plain clothes to a wheelchair.
“She okay?”
“Yes, she just needs a few stitches and she’ll be okay, she’s more scared than anything but I know where he works.”
“That’s good, you want me to check and see what her status is?”
“That’d be nice, but who are you trying to impress with those pants cocksucker?” Letting out a groan he turned around and started walking in the direction of the nurse’s station.
“You know your partner isn’t at work yet.”
“Jack?”
“It’s interesting that you immediately said the peach's name.” Immediately he could feel his face burning up and he kept walking without a word towards Dana who had already taken up her throne behind the nurse’s station.
“Are you trying to impress someone with those jeans?” Letting out a long sigh he really wanted to know what it was with everyone commenting about his jeans, it wasn’t as if they made that much of a difference anyway. Besides these weren’t even a slutty pair of jeans, they were the pair that he wore when he was around the house or had to run errands. They were soft and yes they fit well enough that he didn’t have to worry about them falling down or anything but it wasn’t like they were painted on or anything. Searching down in his bag he wanted to cry when he realized that he’d forgotten to restock the energy drinks that he kept in his bag and let out a forlorn sigh before he looked up from where he’d been digging around in his bag. Dana’s face held nothing but confusion when she finally saw his face and he rolled his eyes before his expression settled into a deep scowl.
“You’re telling me that Myrna didn’t say anything about you shaving your beard, that she didn’t say anything about how you look younger than Abbot without it?”
“Would you not?”
“You made sure she didn’t see your face didn’t you.”
“I am man enough to admit that I avoided the confrontation with Myrna and didn’t even turn to look at her when she slapped me on the ass.”
“I would say that I’m shocked, but Myrna slapping you on the ass is the least horrible thing that she’s done.” Turning around to look where Myrna was he let out a groan when she clocked him, the smile that slowly spread across her face let him know that she would be making some kind of comment when she got ahold of him later because of his beard, or lack thereof.
“So was this decision to shave your beard a cry for help or…..”
“I was trimming the stupid thing and accidentally cut a chunk out of it. So I shaved the entire stupid thing off.”
“And you’re lack of a hoodie today?”
“It wasn’t in the car.”
“Did you at least have breakfast?” Knowing that this was turning into an interrogation he ignored her last question and started to head for the locker room to drop off his bag.
“Oh! Robby!”
“Tell me in a minute!” Walking back towards the locker room he couldn’t help the minute shiver that ran through his body, really wanted his hoodie and he really didn’t want to have to wear his stupid contacts for twelve hours, but what he really wanted was even more caffeine. Longingly thinking of his bed that he could be in right now, wincing slightly when he remembered the reason he’d had to throw those sheets in the wash this morning. Throwing his bag into his locker he pulled his stethoscope and pulled the two protein bars that he’d packed that would have to suffice for the other half of his breakfast for now. Closing his locker with a firm shove he looked to Jack’s locker which was next to his and questioned if he had a hoodie in his locker, then thought about how he’d been wearing his signature olive green hoodie home yesterday.
Annoyed, he started to head back to the nurse’s station and let out a sigh because he really wanted an energy drink and was desperate enough to steal one from Jack’s locker if he had to. At the sound of a familiar laugh his head shot up and he could feel the sides of his lips slowly lifting up as he smiled, teeth on full display as he caught sight of Jack talking to Dana and Shen. Walking faster he finally reached all three of them and could feel the bad morning that he’d had just falling off of him.
“And how are you this morning Bambi?”