your local chubby doctor &amp; hottie

oh my dear. maybe i should be included. i have a wall of notes of patient quotes. though i might not have as wholesome stories as you.

your-local-peter

Lot of my stories are not that wholesome. I swear patients are waiting to jump me when i turn my back.

as the kiddos would say

"🤝"

i fear healthcare is a horrid field for patient interactions. if i had a dime for every time a patient tried to grope me or told me i shouldn't be a doctor when i'm fat i would be able to pay enough legal fees to bludgeon them all with the defibrillator. ✨✨

your-local-peter

I think I am going to doing a new thing call daily storytime where i say one thing a patient said or did to me in a day.

It is going to be called "STORYTIME WITH THE BIG P"

We might workshop the name.

Maybe it will be "Storytime with peter"

#please for the love of peaches and cream do not call it big p #dr goddess✨ reblog

oh my dear. maybe i should be included. i have a wall of notes of patient quotes. though i might not have as wholesome stories as you.

can someone pick me up please

oh my dear we're feeling very poorly aren't we? i will come get you, it will be alright. where are you, my love?

sorry i was at a bar and this guy kept touching me and following me and it was scaring me and i felt sick🙁

oh honey are you safe now? do you need anything, my love?

i’m okay! i’m at drews place now

okay my dear, if you need anything, do not hesitate to call on me. even if this vermine de la terre, tas de bouse de vache needs to get beat the fuck up ✨✨

can someone pick me up please

oh my dear we're feeling very poorly aren't we? i will come get you, it will be alright. where are you, my love?

sorry i was at a bar and this guy kept touching me and following me and it was scaring me and i felt sick🙁

#dr goddess✨#the pitt roleplay #the pitt rp #the pitt oc #the pitt #the pitt original character #the pitt blog #the pitt oc roleplay #the pitt rp blog

oh honey are you safe now? do you need anything, my love?

the way ekaterina yearns for you makes me believe in love 🥺

@dietdrpark

oh my dear, yes, she is very very sweet, isn't she<3 i do give all my hope that this same kind of love will find you too in due time<3✨✨

can someone pick me up please

oh my dear we're feeling very poorly aren't we? i will come get you, it will be alright. where are you, my love?

#dr goddess✨

can someone pick me up 🙁

oh where are you darling, i'll come get you. what do you need, my dear?

#dr goddess✨

coldcoffeeandcaselaw94

what would you think if i got a thigh tattoo ✨✨

-@drmargotalli

You’d look like a bad girl (fuck me), but you’d look like a gorgeous bad girl.

#no sparkle sparkle right now i do not feel sparkly. only sad.#dr goddess✨#the pitt roleplay #the pitt rp #the pitt #the pitt oc #the pitt blog #the pitt oc roleplay #the pitt original character #the pitt rp blog

i do not mean to squander your hopes but the tattoo in question would be something more vines-and-leaves oriented than anything too naughty.

though, if there was a hot potential wife whom wished for a say on what should be etched into my skin that she loves ever so dearly, then i might change my mind on the design ✨✨

#dr goddess✨

You’re so kind and gentle with everyone.

I love you so much, sweetheart. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help with your friends.

I need to hold you close tonight, at least. I am a strong woman whom can handle a lot, but not things like this.

Please do reach out to the others. I cannot speak for what they need, but I do believe we should at least speak with Dr Nightingale. He would have a very tough time with this indeed.

If you need to talk to someone, my dear, we're here for you sweetheart. We are all here to talk, mon chéri. i do know you and Mr Browniee were close.

-@drmargotalli

thank u :)

Any time my sweet one, today has been one that shook all of us. We must lean on each other in these times of pain. We are all here if you need support, my love<3

#dr goddess✨ reblog

Open RP, anyone is free to interact. tw for substance mention, depressive themes, suicidal ideation

no pressure tags: @dietcokemara @ptmcsprincess @personalowl @rowan-after-dark @urcoolestdoc

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Milo took in a deep breath, letting it go he watched the wisps of smoke pour out into the night air outside his window. The tip of the joint in his hand burned a dull light over his hands, the ash having scattered itself on his windowsill. Something he’d sweep into the soil of his plants later.

His eyes sagged with exhaustion, reaching up a hand to rub the salted crust from his eyes. Now not just red from the marijuana. He had played with the idea of a strip tease. Tumbling down the stairs to his local den of sin to let himself be mentally displaced just that much more. Though the idea of scrubbing glitter off his thighs later sounded like much too much work. You had to be awake to cover your tracks, not passed out in a ditch somewhere like Milo was planning to be.

Ambulances flashed their lights as they raced by his window, the red and blue illuminating his worn frame as they drove past. He could barely hear their sirens over the deafening sound of his own thoughts.

He took in one more long drag before putting the still smoldering joint out. Making sure the burn mark stayed low on his hip as always. The stinging brought him back to his senses just enough to stumble his way over to his door. Grabbing his keys and his phone before locking his house. His cat was fed, his plants had been watered.

Just in case.

The hospital wasn’t too far of a trek from his house. The roof was just a short hike. Just some fresh air to clear his mind. Just like everyone else did on their bad days.

Lyla was heading to the break room, as her phone wouldn’t stop vibrating and she knows that only happens when there’s an emergency.

Once she enters the break room, she starts reading the messages and nearly faints, sitting down as best she can on a chair, she reads Milo’s texts, feeling confused.

She knows she’s about to have a panic attack and is struggling to breathe “what the hell, Milo? What the fuck?"

He was numb as he walked to the hospital, slipping in through the ambulance bay doors and making one round of the ER. Quickly hugging Kaylee and his friends before they could have a moment to ask what was happening.

He shouldn't have glanced through the break room door, Lyla's eyes met his for a split second.

Fear, pain, sadness, panic. A look of pure terror like he had never seen before.

He looked away, bowing his head before walking quicker to the stairway, breaking out in a run when he heard footsteps behind him.

Lyla rushed out of the break room, dropping her phone, while receiving puzzled looks from some of the nurses and patients.

As soon as she opened the door, she started shouting for Milo, running up the stairs as fast as she could with her vision blurred by tears "Milo, what the fuck is this? Milo!"

Milo broke out into a sprint, fighting back his own tears as the one person he wanted to run to chased after him.

He ran as fast as he could, pushing his whole bodyweight into the rooftop door, feeling a sharp pain shoot through his arm at the action. He prayed he didn't break it. if he did, it didn't really matter anyways. pain was for the living.

He raced to the edge, hopping the protective fence and bracing himself, knuckles going white as he caught his breath, clinging to the railing behind him.

His toes hovered just over the edge. The street below him raced by. The pavement was about to be a lot closer.

He heard the door behind him open, and his heart sank, the tears receding as overwhelming guilt took him over. He went numb, glancing back over his shoulder as Lyla stumbled onto the roof.

Fuck.

At this point, Lyla didn’t know if her tears were from exhaustion, anger or sadness… “so is this it? Is this all you’ve got to offer? A text and trying to end it all right in front of me?”

She stood there motionless, not moving towards him, the cold air stung her lungs with every breath she took.

“You know perfectly well what will happen to me if you do what you want to do… you know it.”

Carefully, she began to approach him “everything in life has a solution Milo, even the most horrible things… but I can’t help you if you don’t want to be helped"

She was now less than a metre away from him “the world will keep moving even when you’re not here, life will go on, people will be born and die, but I don’t think my world can keep going…”

"don't come any closer." he said flatly. "you weren't supposed to be here you-" he started. "you're not supposed to see this." he begged, looking back over the edge. the cold wind blew his bangs into hid face.

"you're supposed to be holding Max or Maragaret or Rowan or someone else. anyone else." he rambled. "please Lyla, don't cry for me." he begged.

"go back downstairs and busy yourself with patients. I don't want you to watch. i can't bear this if you watched."

"just go back to Argentina and forget about me. I tried to make it so you wouldn't be sad when i was gone. i tried to make you hate me why won't you just hate me already?" he was yelling at this point, holding back tears of his own.

"i was supposed to die at that stupid concert. you weren't supposed to get attached. i'm so sorry-"

"Don't you dare," she shouted, rushing over and without a second thought, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him towards her with all her strength, causing them both to fall to the ground.

Suddenly, the whole of Pittsburgh fell silent, a deathly silence.. only the heavy breathing of the two of them could be heard.

"How could you?" Lyla began to cry, choking on her own sobs, trying to get up.

"Why the fuck would you do something like that? How do you think I’d feel when I got back from Argentina?" At this point, everything that came out of Lyla’s mouth was spoken in an angry tone.

“I really hate you right now, and I hate myself for doing it” Lyla moved closer to him once more to check his body, and in particularly his arm, which looked quite bad.

“Now what you’re going to do is come downstairs with me, get your arm checked, and you’re going to agree to get professional help” she said without looking him in the eye as her tears continued to fall.

"Do you want me to forget about you? I’ll try but you’re going to seek help and I’m not going to interfere in your life any more"

Milo was in shock, he had tried to pull himself so Lyla would land on him. it had worked, but his head was definitely bleeding.

He felt himself fall but he was still alive. He was still conscious. Well, for the most part. He had briefly blacked out when his head hit the rooftop floor.

All his emotions rushed back to him, Lyla was checking over him, being so gentle even though she was furious. It broke something in him. The final thing to go. She was sat beside him, all her words were a blur to him right now. He felt sick, so sick. The hot ball of guilt in his stomach was making him nauseous. Or maybe that was the response to his probably broken arm.

He lunged, grabbing Lyla as close to him as he could, holding on for dear life, not caring how much it hurt. His nails dug into her scrubs and he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"please." he begged, choking out a sob as he started shaking, "I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I'm so so sorry Lyla please." he cried.

"I can't do this without you. please, Lyla, please. you can leave for now just not forever. please Lyla." he begged. "I'm so sorry." he sobbed, tears building a large wet spot on her shoulder.

"I know you hate me I'm so fucking sorry."

She stands still in shock and slowly raises her arm to hug him.

"You don't have to carry the whole burden on your own.. there are people in your life who love you Milo, and who are willing to help you"

Although she would like to keep hugging him, Lyla knows he needs to be checked for injuries, so she steps back a little.

“Come on, we need to check your head and arm" she stands up and helps him to get up.

Milo whines, tears still streaming down his face that he was too tired to try to stop. He looped his arm around hers, holding tight to her side like a child. His arm hurt, badly, he held it limply to his chest.

"i don't wanna go-" he murmured between sobs, "not yet, i- i don't wanna- i can't let them see me like this. please-" he begged.

"Lyla," he whined, "mum, please i'm sorry." he sobbed. Immediately feeling even guiltier after the joking nickname left his mouth.

He clung to her side, squeezing her arm with as much force as she could, as if she would vanish if he let go.

She freezes for a few minutes. "Milo, I need to see your arm and your head, we can’t waste any time..."

Lyla stands in front of him and cups his face in both hands "do you understand?"

She takes a handkerchief from her pocket and wipes away his tears "we have to go now.."

Lyla moves back to his side to help him walk, and they slowly make their way towards the door, once they reach the stairs, she helps Milo sit on the floor whilst she quickly goes downstairs to get more help so they can carry Milo down.

Milo reaches out once he's sat on the stairs, grabbing Lyla's hand before she goes down.

"do you have to go?" he asked, voice small, "i don't want to be alone. i'm scared."

He feels ashamed he's doing this. Asking more of her when she had already done so much. Was all he could truly do take from others?

"can't we just call someone? please?" Milo begged.

Lyla squeezes his hand “yes, of course, of course, I’ll call someone" she feels her pockets and starts to worry “shit, shit"

She walks over to Milo and touches his head to check on the injury “my phone… it’s not here.. I must have dropped it on my way over here"

She closes her eyes and sighs deeply “I need you to stay here, it’ll only take five seconds.. I’ll go and get help, we can’t just stay here waiting…”

Milo reached into his back pocket, wordlessly handing her his unlocked phone.

"call whoever. just, please protect me from them. please." he begged. he wouldn't have the energy to fight anyone, even with words. he was barely holding onto consciousness as it was. the mix of no sleep, adrenaline, trauma, and weed starting to claw the black abys around his eyes.

"i just. i don't wanna fall while you're gone." he mentioned, leaning his head against the wall.

the words felt weird in his mouth. just a second ago he was planning the best way to land, now he was begging someone not to let him fall.

Lyla takes his phone, looking confused "protect you from them? who, Milo?"

As she thinks about who to call, she keeps talking to him so he doesn't fall asleep "Milo, don't close your eyes, do you hear me?"

Lyla finally calls Max @theverylastnightingalefuck without even realising whether he was nearby or not, a quick reaction in the middle of panic.

Max's leg was bouncing nervously as he sat by his phone. He held Ashton's hand tight enough it was slowly draining the blood from his own arm.

"I can't believe I let him get this bad." he muttered into his hand. "Why won't he pick up? Or at least read one of my texts?"

"Oh my god what am I going to tell auntie if he dies?" he mumbled into his hand.

And then, his phone rang. He almost threw Ashton to the ground with the force he dropped his hand.

His phone called him "dumbass" but Max knew it was Milo. Max picked up immediately.

"Milo where are you? What's going on? Where are you?" he asked, not even giving the poor guy on the other end time to say hello.

"No no, I'm, this is Lyla" she was so stressed "where are you, can you uhm, can you come here? To the hospital?"

She looked Milo, shaking him slowly "Milo don't sleep, fuck" Max was talking to her "sorry Max, we need you here right now, ask the nurses about the rooftop stairs, we are here"

She sighs "I'll explain everything once you are here"

Milo tried his best to hang on, grasping at the front of Lyla's scrubs. He tried his best to keep his breathing steady, do everything he would have asked people if he was treating their head wound.

"maxi i'm sorry." he mumbled, trying his best not to get sick as the nausea hit him.

"oh holy fuck-" Max exclaimed, trying his best to stay calm as he ran to his room, pulling on a pair of scrubs and dashing out of the house.

"Lyla what did he do what do you need how many people do you need? i think Margo and Kay are on shift if you need those two." he started rambling, setting his phone to speaker before tossing it onto the passenger seat, he held his badge in his teeth, the keys in his hand, and his seatbelt in the other as he nearly floored it out of his parking spot.

"Please tell me he's alive. At very least that he's breathing and is not a blotch on the pavement-" he pleaded as he sped off towards the hospital.

(@personalowl)

"Please be careful, he is, he is going to be okay" Lyla sits down near Milo to keep him awake.

"I can't leave the stairs and I don't have my phone, and no one is near.." she starts sobbing "I can't leave him here all alone Max.."

Trying her best, she softly managed to mumble "he was going to jump, he was going to.."

@theverylastnightingalefuck

Max blinked back tears of his own as he heard Lyla start sobbing. "okay, breathe, deep breaths." Dr Nightingale insisted, "what do you need. do we need a chair lift or a spine board? is he stable enough to be carried just in a fireman's carry or bridal hold?" he asked.

"i know its a lot of questions but i'm pulling in soon. I'm going to grab Margo and Kaylee when i get there, are you guys on the roof? did i hear that right?" he asked.

The roof. Fuck.

Dr Nightingale tried his best to not pay attention to Lyla's sobbing words.

"He was going to jump."

Max had said the thing about the stain on the pavement to try to lighten the mood but- He never thought Milo would go through with it. Max himself had been lectured by Milo on the importance of staying alive when he ended up in a similar boat.

"can you check his pupils and pulse? i don't trust that he's entirely sober right now, knowing him." he added, "and since you're telling him to stay awake i presume something is more wrong than i think it is-"

(@milo-medicine, @personalowl)

Milo leaned his head against Lyla's shoulder again, doing his best to try to comfort her as she started sobbing.

"Olives gonna save us, its ok." he murmured, "i'm so sorry."

@theverylastnightingalefuck @personalowl

"His head is, his head is injured and his arm is broken..." Lyla touches Milo head.

"Please, we need you here Max" she wipes off her tears and breathes shaking.

"I need to leave you know, I need to check on him while we are waiting for you.. sorry Max"

@theverylastnightingalefuck

"I'm coming as fast as i can. i'm parking now, i'll be right there." he told her, "we'll be right there with a stairboard and a collar." he added, hanging up and shoving his phone in his pocket.

"Margo, Kaylee," he called, as soon as he got into the ED, "i need you two, with me please." Voice already gaining back the authoritative tone it had during any other crisis. right now, Milo couldn't be his cousin. Right now he was just someone with a broken arm, a head trauma, and a suicide attempt under his belt.

Fuck. Milo almost died. it hit Max again.

He shook the thoughts away, the women he had called trailing behind him.

@nursekayleeeee @drmargotalli (no pressure ofc)

@personalowl @milo-medicine

#//stair board isnt the right thing but i cant find what its called i know what you guys are meaning #//but i cannot find ittttttt

Dr Nightingale had Margo's full attention the minute he called her. He was one of those people so self sufficient that when he asked for help from someone let alone two, it was something to worry about.

"Rossignol, what's happening?" she asked, immediately falling in stride as she was handed a stair board.

She could tell there was a million things running through Dr Nightingale's head. He shook his head at her, staying quiet as he lead the two to the stairway, then he finally spoke. He kept his voice hushed.

"Milo tried to kill himself. He has a broken arm and a head trauma, but he's safe with Dr Bueno right now, but she can't get him down the stairs." he explained in a hushed voice, holding open the door for the two ladies. "that's all the information she gave me. other than..." he paused, shaking his head again. "he tried to jump."

Margo gasped, covering her mouth with a hand as Kaylee grabbed the stairlift from her. "oh mon Dieu-" she whispered, charging up the stairs quickly behind Max.

"we should probably find a way to get him to the elevator, i highly doubt that we will be able to carry him down all these flights." she offered, rolling her eyes as she took in a huffed breath and charged up the third flight.

@nursekayleeeee @theverylastnightingalefuck @personalowl @milo-medicine

coldcoffeeandcaselaw94

A lovely afternoon spent in excellent company. ♡

I had a wonderful time shopping with the ladies of PTMC and, of course, with my beautiful girlfriend at my side @drmargotalli

Thank you to @nursekayleeeee for organizing everything and for tolerating our collective inability to leave a store without acquiring at least three unnecessary items.

A day very well spent.