[nurselead]

nurselead. Independent, private, mutuals only roleplay blog for Dana Evans from HBO's the Pitt. Lead by Mars. Rules below the cut.

headcanons • prompts

Jack Abbot side blog: @swatphysician.

Nurse OC side blog: @lockedfinn

1. Don't be a dick. Sounds simple, right? No racism, sexism, bigotry, bullying etc.

2. I will only write with mutuals. I am very busy offline and that unfortunately limits my time for roleplay, hence mutuals only and selectivity.

3. No minors. I will only write with those 21+.

4. As with the show, this blog will touch upon and write dark topics such as abuse, addiction, suicide, self harm, etc. These topics will be tagged.

Trigger tag is: tw trigger.

7. Mun information: I go by Mars, he/him, late 20s, and my timezone is GMT+1.

5. Dana is married to her husband Benji, and they both have two daughters. I intend to keep that part of her canon in the portrayal. Because of that, there will be no shipping in her main canon verse.

6. I have dyslexia which makes it difficult to read replies with anything with specialised formatting. It would be great if you could keep it in a simple format please when writing in any threads with me. By simple formatting I mean no extra spaces or variations in text colour and sizes.

[nurselead]

@lcveblossomed asked " i promise i will find my way home. " (princess)

It was dark, and Dana knew Princess was more than capable of finding her way home, but it wasn't Princess that she had her doubts about. Her own nose occasionally twitched at the memory of Driscoll's fist, and she had no doubt that Princess could recall several similar occasions too.

"C'mon now. I know there are a lot of codes we gotta remember, but an important one is that we stick together. I'll walk with you," she said, slipping her arm into the sleeve of her denim jacket.

She could ask Benji to pick her up, bribe him with a nice burger from the Smash Shack to make up for dragging him from the comfort of his couch. Either way, there was no way in hell she was letting Princess walk these streets alone.

"Besides, it'll give us a chance to talk." Dana stepped closer to Princess, giving her arm a gentle nudge with her own. "How are things with you?"

[nurselead]

Starter call. It's been a super busy few days, but I should have time to write in the next later this week. If you want a starter from Dana, like this post and I'll write one up. 💙

[ecrivainfantome]

A cheeky cig in the ambo bay with her would cure what ails us all

All the others in the series - Robby/Abbot/Whitaker/Santos/Mohan

Vid under cut - prints

[sadmortician]

Am I Different Now

[nurselead]

@lcveblossomed asked " i promise i'll keep up. " (emma)

"Keep up with what, all the patients? You're going to need a time machine for that," she replied with a slight quirk of her lip, stepping closer to Emma and giving her a gentle nudge in the direction of the staff room.

It had been a hectic morning and the patients were still piling up. Usually by now she'd have slipped off for a quick smoke, but she'd promised Benji, and herself, that she'd stay off them. So coffee would have to do.

Better for Emma anyway, but mostly she just wanted to give the girl a break. The poor graduate had been thrown into the thick of it from day one, and with each passing day of the heatwave came more and more patients pouring through the doors. The kid deserved a rest.

"Come on, a cup of coffee will put some fuel back in the tank. You're going to need it here, especially if this heatwave doesn't show any signs of letting up."

[nurselead]

hello darlings, I have been mostly offline the last few days so apologies for not getting back to everyone; new followers, messages, and asks right away. it's been a hectic few days but I wanted to say thank you for all the interactions and I'm excited to write with you all! 💙

[nurselead]

MUSE QUESTIONNAIRE

[ repost , do not reblog ]

FULL NAME: Dana Evans

OCCUPATION: Charge Nurse of the Emergency Department at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.

AGE: Late 50s.

HEIGHT: 5′ 4.5″ (1.64 m)

GENDER: Cis Female

SEXUALITY: Straight, but does appreciate beautiful women

CURRENT LOCATION: Pittsburg, Pennsylvania USA

ETHNICITY: Caucasian, with European ancestry (likely Welsh and Dutch if she ever looked into it).

DOB: That's rude to ask a lady.

PARENTS: Lost her mother at 16, but her father is still around.

CHILDREN: Two daughters, who still cause her worry.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to her husband Benji.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, and a few swears gathered from other languages. Good to have, just in case.

RELIGION: Catholic.

SCENT: S1: Cigarette smoke, coffee, Dove deodorant, the scent changes depending on whatever one is on sale. S2: Swap the cigarette to peppermint.

ATHLETICS: Running around the department. Walks.

BODY TYPE: Living?

EYES: Brown, slightly hazel.

TATTOOS: None.

PIERCINGS: Gold hooped earrings.

SOCIAL MEDIA: Facebook.

SMOKING: S1: Yes. S2: Quitting.

DRINKING: Few beers or a glass of wine. Sometimes something stronger, where she leans into liqueur like Tia Maria.

HOBBIES: Walks, watching shitty TV, reading, and the newspaper crossword puzzle.

VIRGIN: Ha!

FAVOURITE COLOR: Gold and blues.

FAVOURITE DRINK: Coffee.

FAVOURITE FOOD: Italian.

FAVOURITE MUSIC: Pop music from before 2000.

CLOTHING STYLE: Plain clothing. Comfort over fashion.

TAGGED BY YOINKED FROM: @pittmngr

TAGGING: Anyone who wants to do it.

[divorcedfranklangdon]

just a reminder that it's fuck ICE forever

[nurselead]

@stixnbonez asked " don't worry, we're his only friends. "

"And that is exactly why I worry."

Dana glanced over, spotting Robby in the distance before turning back to Stix. Stix was a nice man, a gentle soul, but unfortunately his presence in the department often came after the loss of a patient. She wondered if he knew the others had given him the nickname the Grim Reaper. Kind of cruel, and not entirely accurate... even if it was a little funny. Stix didn't kill those people, if anything, he was there to give them dignity and closure after their death.

Thankfully this visit wasn't accompanied by the loss of anyone, just a coffee and a chat, and it seemed they both shared similar concerns.

"The man needs to find a life outside of here too. I mean, he could collect stamps for all I care. I just want him to do something besides medicine all the time."

[pittmngr]

It feels too late. Like there's no coming back from any of the shit in his head. They nag and nag and nag until he feels like he's going out of his goddamn mind.

Not good enough, just a fucking mess, it should be you that died. The voice in his head tells him many things, loud enough that it's nearly impossible to ignore. It tells him he should just get it over with, end it all, and everyone will be better off for it.

And if he's to be honest, Robby is so fucking tired of fighting that voice.

He doesn't look at Dana, looks towards his feet in the way he does when he feels a little too vulnerable. He doesn't like looking at people most times but especially when he feels like this.

"There's a lot going on in my head, Dana, and I'm not so sure I can keep fighting it. I'm not sure I want to." Quiet admission, nearly a whisper, like it hurts to get the words out. It does. It's overwhelming and it hurts worse than any physical wound ever will.

[nurselead]

Dana knew she was no psychiatrist, but she'd had her fair share of patients with severe depression. More than her fair share, she'd argue. But the thing with patients was that whilst she cared, they were strangers to her. Robby wasn't, Robby was a good friend. There was a damn good reason why doctors weren't supposed to treat those they knew, and the same went for nurses. Yet what choice did she have?

Perhaps she needed to park the profession, just for a few minutes, and focus on the friendship side of things. Come at this from a non-professional standpoint.

"Nobody wants to fight, Robby. Well, except those knuckleheads that beat each other up for a living. But us? We're fixers... we fix people when we can, but it ain't always easy to fix ourselves," she replied, her voice dropping soft, making sure no curious ears could drop in. Robby deserved the dignity of privacy.

She stepped closer, carefully reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his bicep, giving his arm a gentle rub.

"And you're forgetting something important, you're not in this fight alone. You've got me, Abbot, Perlah, and the rest of us behind you. You're not fixing yourself alone here, but you gotta let us help too."

[nurselead]

@pittmngr asked " what if it is too late ? "

Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall, it was already past nine PM. God, how she hated that clock some evenings. The ticking was impossible to hear over the chaos of the ward, but just looking at it, watching the seconds tick by, she could imagine the sound well enough.

But then Robby's words pierced through the noise and rendered the world around her silent. Over the past while, he had said more and more things that only hammered her worries home. She had tried prodding, pushing, even cornering him, but nothing seemed to work. The worry was eating her alive, and she was running low on nicotine to stay sane. In fact, there wasn't enough of it in the world to calm her nerves about whatever Robby was planning in that brilliant but complex mind of his.

So when he said that, it gave her hope and broke her heart in the same breath. The question seemed to her like a cry for help, and Dana would be a terrible nurse if she didn't answer it.

"No..." she began, taking a small, sharp breath to steady herself. "No. The only thing that's too late is our shift. Whatever else is going on, whatever's going on up there in that head of yours, it ain't too late."

[nurselead]

@pittres asked " i'll just be over here. a little sad, but otherwise okay. "

The options for her brief respite were fresh air or coffee. The freshness of the air outside was debatable, but it meant less of a chance that someone would spot her and ruin her five minutes of peace. She should have known, though, from the moment she clocked in, that peace was a rare luxury in this hospital. So she took what she could get.

It was nice to see Langdon by the doors, but there was something off about his posture. She didn't need a doctorate in psychology to know that something was wrong with him. And as it happened, there were no other ears around, granting them a private conversation.

"Of course you're okay, but I mean, aren't we all a little sad? We work here, after all. If you weren't, I'd think there was something seriously wrong with you." She offered him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

Naturally, she worried about him. She wasn't blind to what had been happening behind the scenes with him and Robby -- things she had quietly pieced together from context and sought no confirmation of. Better not to know, in situations like these. But that didn't take away from the fact that she could clearly see Langdon struggling with his own personal demons. Everyone was, but in the end they were a team, and a team had to pull each other back to their feet.

"C'mon, you got me for five whole minutes. What's eating at you?"

[sadmortician]

poses and color practice with mckay and dana i guess, i just wanted to draw them

[nurselead]

Dana will smoke cigarettes (unless trying to quit), she will use nicotine gum, try the patches, but by god she will never vape.

Hand her a vape only if you want it chucked in the bin.

And don't get her started on the smell of those things. She wants her cigarette to taste like it's going to kill her, not like candy floss.

[caffeinatedmemes]

☕ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ─ PROMPTS BASED ON THE WILD ROBOT !

" hello. bonjour. guten tag. hujambo. hola. "

" it's a monster ! run for your lives ! "

" are you here to kill us ? "

" do you believe everything you hear ? "

" why'd you help me ? "

" yeah, you should work on that. "

" ugh, do i have to do everything ? "

" kindness is not a survival skill. "

" there was an accident, i terminated their family. "

" for future reference, you probably want to keep all that to yourself. "

" the process is the art. "

" i'll just be over here. a little sad, but otherwise okay. "

" which is robot for, ‘ she loves you very much. ’ "

" death's proximity makes life burn all the brighter ! "

" um, are you, dying ? "

" you don't understand anything. you don't feel anything. "

" i don't know. i'm just making stuff up. "

" don't worry, we're his only friends. "

" he has no choice, he has to say yes. "

" SHOW ME YOUR TEETH ! "

" i promise i'll keep up. "

" i never thought of it that way. "

" funny, how life works. "

" how do you know if you love something ? someone ? "

" what if it is too late ? "

" sometimes hearts have their own conversations. "

" yeah, they all hate me. "

" there's nothing i can do that you can't. "

" shhh . . . the jerk wants to speak. "

" i will . . . consider . . . this. "

" what are you doing ? quit messing around ! "

" i know predators, & those are predators. "

" you scare me. "

" what happened was not your fault. "

" i love you. "

" now say i'm cool & don't lie. "

" don't be afraid. "

" what are you saying, you're leaving ? "

" to protect all of you, there are things there that i must put right. "

" what if i need to tell you something & you're not here ? "

" i promise i will find my way home. "

[sadmortician]

wanted to draw my beautiful wife dana evans because she’s coming back to me in 4 days <3