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2econdlead ... mixed media multi sideblog. following from + guidelines found on spira1staircase or vigilantebullshit. most muses on this blog are testing or request, but would be happy to write theses muses when the inspiration strikes. roster under the cut.
*note: blogs are private and currently not looking for any new writing partners, so will not be following back anyone new. thank you for understanding!
controversial but i actually don't really care that samira doesn't give a fuck about her coworkers. she's a good teacher and that's the most that's professionally expected of her. give us nothing girl, go home and forget they exist. you have enough going on. plus i think we should let women be antisocial and a little offputting sometimes
A tired breath leaves him at the mention of the CT, eyes closing briefly like he’s already exhausted by the idea of being on the receiving end of his own department’s protocols. “Oh, good,” he mutters dryly. “Finally getting the premium Pitt experience. Thought maybe you guys were slacking.” The smirk on Shen’s face earns the faintest twitch of one from him in return, though it fades fast when the team starts sitting him up. The movement pulls a sharper sound out of him before he can stop it, jaw tightening hard against the pain as his hand instinctively grips at the edge of the gurney. “Yeah, okay,” he breathes out through clenched teeth after a second, more to steady himself than anything else. “Ribs are definitely pissed.”
At the question about the driver, his expression darkens slightly. “They stayed,” he says after a moment, gaze drifting back toward the ceiling lights. “At least until EMS got there.” A pause. “Kept apologizing, actually. Over and over.” He swallows once, shoulders tense beneath the restraints of the board. “Didn’t smell alcohol, but they blew straight through the intersection without even tapping the brakes, so… maybe distracted, maybe exhausted. Hard to tell.” His eyes cut back toward Shen then, tired but still carrying that same stubborn edge. “You can bill their insurance for the CT since apparently I’m everybody’s favorite teaching moment tonight.”
"never slacking on the night shift, robby." upon assessment, he gives the okay for the brace to be removed, allowing them further room to work and to check for any other superficial injuries in the area. it would also make the CT more comfortable, even if it's only by a margin.
"all right, let's lay him back down carefully and up that pain relief dosage." everyone works efficiently, even if there is some clear nervous tension in the air as they worked on one of their attendings. it wasn't every day the boss was the patient himself, and they're likely all prepared for their jobs not to be made easier for it.
"well, let's count it as a positive." shen winces at his own words, realizing that maybe it wasn't the most welcome way to come across in the face of a trauma, but he follows it up with a shrug. "hey, can't blame a guy for tryin' to be a little less doom n' gloom, right?"
he pulls up robby's chart on the monitor, doing a quick overview of what else might be of use for the following steps. "you know--" he cuts a glance towards the attending. "your emergency contact is working tonight. surprised he hasn't come runnin' by now, must have his hands tied. but, before i get him, any initial comments, concerns, special requests? any other need to know's?"
for the next trick we'll see how much caffeine my body can take before collapsing
You nod politely, as you’ve been taught to do, long before you were given to the Temple. When your name was still readily Guinevere Amell, rather than Amell as an afterthought, and you were to be a lady, before Mother and Father started having more children and Uncle spent much of the family fortune. “Guinevere,” you say, forgoing any mention of It’s my honor. Not because it’s not true, but time has made you a little more crisp in attitude.
Oghma’s temple houses dormitories behind its vast libraries with cots to spare for weary traveler and eager initiate alike. You don’t doubt she’ll be able to find rest there until she rights herself, and so you tell her so, as you lead away down the stone street, away from the beckoning smell of sea water and grass by the shore. “Have you travelled much? The thieves here aren’t particularly clever once you learn their tricks.”
the offer appeals to you, already taking a liking to guinevere. however, you temper your enthusiasm, painfully becoming aware of your own naivete.
"ah, no." you admit, hands clutching your satchel strap in an anxious habit. "well-- sort of. what i mean is, i've come from very far." further than you could even begin to explain without possibly sounding insane. "but, it's the first time i've ventured so far from my village." well, forcibly, that is. "my encounters with thieves have been few and far between, and i never really dealt with them directly. it was always someone else. which is really no excuse, i shouldn't be so easily tricked."
you spiral briefly, pressing your lips together to keep from rambling further.
"and, you-- you sound accustomed to it all. nothing gets by you, i suppose."
samiracore im chewing on insulation
the gloves stay ON when sleeping together
Daria – 3.07: It Happened One Nut
cooking hcs for my pitt muses …
- samira does know how to cook. but, she doesn’t get to often. i don’t think she particularly likes to unless she’s doing it with someone else. much of her experience cooking was as a kid alongside her aunties and cousins. sometimes with her mom and dad. however, when she entered college / med school until now in her residency, she doesn’t really get a lot of time to.
- frank doesn’t really have a passion for cooking. he’s super into one pot meals or ten minute meals. something fast. he likes baking because abby and him do it with the kids. on his own, he probably wouldn’t. but, he enjoys it with the kids. it gets seriously messy really fast.
- john is also not Passionate, but he does like to cook. he likes experimenting, throwing random ingredients together and see what sticks. he finds cooking shows, both competitive and not, to be entertaining. he follows the great british baking show.
just a doc and his 24 oz watery dunkin' taking on the ed John Shen in THE PITT SEASON 2
Rock Music Charli xcx
i need a severance au right nowwwwwww
GILMORE GIRLS
2.19 ㅡ “Teach Me Tonight”
Ken Kirby as Dr. John Shen THE PITT 2.13 "7:00 P.M."
"ah." she offers a hum and a smile in understanding, knowing all too well what may be at the root of vihana's silence. when marina first joined, she was desperate to prove herself, to prove they had not made a mistake when they agreed to take her in. she couldn't go back after all she went through in the city. marina would sooner take her chances in the ocean.
"well... don't worry, no one's working half as hard as they seem." the playful remark is meant to appease the other's worries, though there is some truth to her words, too. "and you can always ask me for help." she sounds more sober now, a vulnerable edge that marina rarely allows to coat her voice. "i only joined the crew a few weeks ago." she would've still been the new blood if not for vihana's arrival. "so... i know how daunting it feels to ask for help. but i promise you can come to me."
you've learned whether to question if kindness hid an ulterior motive, but if your judgement was to be trusted, you could find no hint of it in her expression. so, you smile in kind, appreciative of the offer. you hoped that you weren't wrong. only time would tell, you suppose. but, if your trust came back to bite you, you hoped it would be closer to your destination than so far out at sea.
"i'm grateful i've been given a chance at all. but, i don't plan to stay long." you admit, which is about as much information you gave the captain. "do you?" you grunt out the last syllable, gripping onto the rope, the ship turning sharply.
