deleterious_effects
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Bookmarked by deleterious_effects
22 Jun 2026
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stunning exploration of character and trauma
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“What are you doing here, Jack?”
Leaning against the hood of Robby’s black sedan dressed in casual clothing and a pair of aviator sunglasses, Jack just smiles, wide and insincere in the way he gets when he's about to be a real asshole. “Going on a trip,” Jack says.
“I don't think so.”
“That's cute,” Jack says. “And denial’s not just a river in Egypt.”
“I'm going on a trip. You're going home, or wherever it is you go after shift.”
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“What the hell happened?”
“What happened, Michael,” Jack answers, hard, as if Robby can’t see the broken-open expression on his face, “is you got yourself hit by about five thousand pounds of steel and dropped out on me—”
“Shit,” Robby curses. “Jack— I’m sorry. You okay?”
Jack laughs without much humor in it. “Are you— Are you kidding me? Seriously? Your heart stopped on my table, you’re asking if I’m fucking okay?”
“Yeah, I am,” Robby says, because if it’d been Jack without a pulse on his table, he knows he would not be anywhere near okay.
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Bookmarked by deleterious_effects
16 Jun 2026
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devastating and insane character study
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Around six in the morning, Ellis expertly places a chest tube in a thirty-seven-year-old stabbing victim, and when Jack leans over to inspect it, he is staring straight into the jagged, bloody hole in Private Milton's ribcage. The lights in T2 flicker and Jack can hear the whip of heavy canvas walls as a brutal storm rips across the desert. Milton is the one Jack had no chance of putting back together but he still tried. Fifty-five minutes of rapid infusion and internal cardiac massage and then he had called it, Milton's flat, empty heart in his hand.
Jack doesn't flinch while looking into the abyss of flesh and bone but he does lie to Ellis. "Looks good. Monitor the output, grab me after CT or if he goes south."