Hear me the fuck out. Noah Wyle is ADHD and it bleeds through with his stimming. That man is physically incapable of standing still. Rocking, shifting, drumming...
And Robby does it all. Plus that boy thrives in the chaos of a trauma room. The more hectic, the more his brain gets the happy pats and quiets down. It's where his anxiety is forced to take a backseat. Where his depression is told to shut the fuck up. All the negative voices are pushed behind a line because the dopamine is dopamining and there's so much going on that there's no room for the other fuckery his brain is trying to drag to the front.
Gimme a Robby on Vyvanse who doesn't feel the hunger at all during the day but is ravenous once the meds wear off and he's home.
A Robby who is on a high enough dose that he's on his fucking A Game but still stims because it doesn't fix everything and he's getting dysregulated the more his mental health declines so the stimming is increasing.
Gimme a Robby who forgets to take his meds one day and the ED gets to see the full goblin that he is just ping ponging so over the place because no matter what he's still brilliant, he just can't focus on one thing at a time right now but as soon as a trauma comes in he can LOCK THE FUCK IN.
A Robby with hyperfixations.
A Robby who talks Jack's ear off about said hyperfixations. But once they're done he never mentions them again.
He'll eat the same thing for every single meal for three months in a row and then all of a sudden be repulsed by it.
A Robby with such horrible Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria that Dana often has to step in and redirect his brain and it doesn't always work.
A Robby that can't ever seem to get paperwork in on time.
A Robby that's always early because he's so terrified of being late because of his time blindness that he arrives for his shift at 6am and ends up sitting in the park panicking still that he'll miss it (he never does. Dana or Jesse usually grab him).
A Robby that has always been a reader because THAT holds his attention as long as he is interested in the book but it will literally CONSUME him to the point that he'll read the whole thing in one night and needs Jack to physically take it out of his hands and tell him to go to bed.
A Robby that knows just enough about so many topics. Has doom boxes filled with abandoned hobbies. Impulse control with money. A Robby that, when he gets into a topic, won't shut up, but is so self-conscious about it that he's become a master of masks.
Forgetting his meds is like ripping that mask off and he doesn't know what to do with himself.
