beans_in_a_box
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“Santos, everything's fine. He's very tired, though. He's sleeping like a log in the car.”
There was an exhalation on the other end of the phone. A silence. She swallowed.
“I-I won't be back for a while."
“He can stay with us today. We have time and space. We're happy to help.”
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As planned, Robby picks Dennis up from the hospital after his top surgery. Dennis ends up at Jack and Robby's place, where they take care of him until Trinity's shift ends.
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- Part 2 of Just The Way You Are
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12 Mar 2026
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Dennis hated it. He hated the looks he got, the look of pity, everything. Okay, yeah, he had no leg. So what? He was perfectly capable of being a doctor. He kept it to himself. Santos knew, and that was it. And that’s what kept him happy.
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Dennis just has a prosthetic leg, doesn’t know Abbot has one too so he keeps it to himself cause he’s ashamed lowk. Abbot doesn’t know he doesn’t have a leg either and finds out after awhile. Adoption ensures?
Literally a shitfic… no thought put into this.. ok?
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12 Mar 2026
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12 Mar 2026
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Dennis was ten years old, and all he had ever known was Broken Bow, Nebraska until he had been shipped all the way to rural Pennsylvania to repent.
Because Dennis had done something bad. Something really bad. And now he must earn forgiveness. But what wouldn't he do to see his Ma again? Just one time. To show her how hard he was trying.
So he had jumped. Hoping that she would come if he was injured. Nothing too bad, just enough for her to come. But it had been too high. And now he was flying in a helicopter to the nearest hospital, scared for his life, and so very scared to end up in Hell.
Unbeknownst to him, he was about to meet Dr. Robby. A tall man with hands that could heal. And perhaps, with his husband Jack, they could show him another path to life, one much kinder, one that showed Dennis what unconditional love was.
The fingers on Dennis’ head were now gently brushing his misbehaving hair, and the hand on his own hand had been joined by another one, encasing it on both sides.
His God was full of shit, Dennis decided. Because hands that loved like this couldn't belong to the damned. No, they were the hands of angels.Bookmarked by beans_in_a_box
12 Mar 2026