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Dennis Whitaker tried to find answers in God. When that didn't work, he turned to medicine.
And when that didn't work, he turned to the two married attendings.
Or I heard we were making Dennis Whitaker have religious trauma and I decided to help out.
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23 Dec 2025
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After five months of his ED residency, Dennis has noticed a... peculiarity in the way Robby treats him compared to the other residents. Luckily for him, he might get some answers during one very not-so-great shift. Unfortunately for him, he has to suffer through it first.
Takes place a little over a year after Season 1.
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23 Dec 2025
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Dennis used to have sex for money to pay for his education. One of his old clients walks into the ED and Dennis can't deal with the flashbacks the memories trigger. Luckily, there's plenty of people watching out for him.
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23 Dec 2025
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Someone punches Dennis while he's working on Street Team and McKay won't let him go home alone. He calls the one person he knows is available. And really, who better to call than your situationship who's also your boss?
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Dennis is bleeding but Robby's in pain.
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23 Dec 2025
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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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22 Dec 2025