the pitt | langdon/mel | rated E | 6.5k words | chapter 1/2
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Mel thinks of the sensitivity training PTMC just had last month, and lets out a nervous chuckle. “No, no, you’re right. I haven’t looked up the laws for the state of Pennsylvania, so maybe calling him a ‘felon’ isn’t fair. He could be a… misdemeanor-er…?” She shakes her head quickly. “Some sort of criminal. It doesn’t matter. But I think that’s what he was… trying to do, before he had to leave. He called my hair pretty, and my glasses, too, and he asked what I like to do when I’m not working, and…” She almost doesn’t say the last part, but she did earlier, when talking to Dr. Santos, so she might as well say it now. “It was… nice.”
Dr. Langdon blinks at her slowly, once. Twice. Another distant smattering of fireworks sound off like gunshots.
“…Nice,” he repeats doubtfully.
“To almost be asked on a date,” she clarifies.
“Oh, well,” he says drily, “As long as it was nice. Should’ve taken him up on it. He could’ve gotten the hospital a good deal on kidneys.”
An old money socialite and a new age bohemian are forced to face the consequences of their one night stand after a freak snowstorm traps them together. What follows is a whirlwind romance plagued with interpersonal drama and life's unavoidable bullshit.
While I never watched Sex and the City, I really wanted to write a fic with an updated SatC vibe and for Dany to have an almost Bradshaw-ian monologue and blog. From what I have gathered from SatC clips on TikTok, Jon Snow IS NOT anything like Mr. Big. I just love writing hot messes coming into well organized men's lives and tearing everything up and him falling in love with her anyway. Now if I could just get the damn thing written!
Hello there! Here is our first story for this blog!
Prompt(s): Write a best hello and a worst goodbye
written by: Brie
The world around her was silent. She didn’t hear the doctor telling her everything was alright or the nurse besides her holding her hand telling her to lie back and calm down. She had ears for one thing, the rest she was deaf to. Please. She silently begged, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. Don’t be dead.
Just then a piercing scream filled the air. All the tears she so desperately held back fell at once. “Congratulations Sonya, it’s a boy”, the doctor said as proudly as she felt. He handed her the small crying boy. She sat in bed quietly, holding the boy awkwardly. A small smile grew on her face as she looked into his crystal eyes. When Sonya finally looked up she saw the nursing staff and doctor that was in the room had left, leaving the new mother and child to themselves.
Sonya looked back down at her offspring, and smiled at the sight of him. He had crystal blue eyes, olive skin, and a small head full of brown hair. Just like his father, she thought sadly. As the baby started to cry again, she said her first words to the child, in hopes of calming him down.
“Hello there, little one. I’m your mom, your father might not be here anymore but I am, and I’ll always be here for you.” The child stared at her, as if he was telling her I know, as if telling her I trust you mom.
That was enough for her.
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“You can’t just storm out of the house Daniel, you understand me? You don’t know how worried you made me.” She said angrily. Why is it that now he’s 18 and thinks he can do as he pleases. She thought to herself.
“Yeah, mom I know you tell me this whenever I leave home” Daniel said, clearly annoyed with his mothers nagging.
“If you know they why do you always do this? You know my rules, you don’t like them then maybe you should actually go to college and get your own place so you can make your own rules.” With that he had enough.
“You know mom, maybe ask instead of nag? Ask me how my day is going for once in your life instead of asking what I’m doing for school”, he shouted angrily. “You say you don’t want to lose me but maybe stop to think that they way you always treat me is the reason why you’ve already lost me.” He regretted every word.
“Danny” Sonya said, she listened closely in the background to hear what she thought was a running car. “Daniel, are you in a car right now? You better not be driving.”
“Yes I am mom, I’m driving the car, with a few bottles of beer, and guess what I’m perfectly f-”, He replied smartly, getting cut off by the large pickup truck in front of him.
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The world around her was silent. She didn’t hear the doctors telling her it was going to be alright or her son’s girlfriend’s silent sobs as she held her hand. She had ears for one thing; one person, and again she didn’t hear his voice. Regret and anger filled her eyes in the form of tears, threatening to spill. She held them back again. Please. Don’t die, don’t be dead. She said to herself begging.
“Sonya” the doctor called loudly. She looked up quickly looking desperate, desperate to know her son was alive. The doctor looked to the ground as if he were trying to hold back any tears of his own.
“I’m sorry; we tried everything we could to save him, but it wasn’t enough. There really was nothing we could do.”
“Let me see him.” Sonya said her voice cracking as she spoke. The doctor just nodded and showed her the way. When she entered the room her whole world shattered. She grabbed a chair and held the hand of her dead offspring. Just like his father, she thought. She looked at his lifeless face, crying.
“Hello there, my little one. I wish I was there for you as much as you wanted or needed me.” Through the sobs, she continued “please come back baby, if you come back you get to make the rules, I promise baby just come back”
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She sat there in silence, for hours, not believing what had happened. Her little one was gone. Taken from her after an argument she started. I’m perfectly, the last words he had said to her. His way of telling her he didn’t need her, telling her to get lost.
mohan asking for a letter of recommendation from abbot and he hears about robbie yelling at her actually
send me a prompt + get a 412-word pitt drabble
pssst... this is for your request too @plumebeat
Abbot frowns down at the paper that was just thrust to his chest with the same resignation one would look at being served divorce papers. Of which Abbot has also been served. Thrice.
“What’s this?” He asks. “Billed me for the graze?”
Samira has no reaction to the quip. She’s standing in front of him with her arms crossed and her expression blank in a way she’s perfected in her time at the Pitt. Like she knows what she wants, and it’s the world’s responsibility to bend to her will eventually. Something else Abbot has experience with.
“I just need you to sign off on it as senior attending, as of… twelve minutes ago.”
Abbot huffs through his nose and pats for his rarely- (moderately-) used reading glasses in his pocket. “Why didn’t you get Robbie to do it before he took off?”
“He’s not too happy with me, if the yelling and the patronizing and the… extra Robbie-ness today was any indication.”
It doesn’t take Abbot long to parse what he’s reading. When he does, he looks up at Samira over the rim of his glasses expectantly.
“You wrote your own letter of recommendation,” he says flatly. It’s not a question.
“Yes,” she answers immediately, without hesitation but with the slight twitch of her brows. Like she’s confused he’s even not-asking the not-question.
“You wrote your own letter of recommendation to the sports medicine program in Denver? That’s it, no asking, no goodbyes, no…” Then Abbot takes off his glasses incredulously and says, “Hang on, hang on, you said he yelled at you—”
“It’s been a day, Jack.” Samira pinches at the bridge of her nose like she has a headache. “Can you sign off on it, or not?”
Really, it takes Abbot no time to decide.
“Well…” He folds up the paper neatly and tucks it into his breast pocket. “Accepted. Welcome aboard.”
“What? No—” She immediately goes to grab at it, persistent despite Abbot batting her away and turning to flee, and demands at his back, “Hey, hey! What are you—”
“As senior attending, I formally accept your letter of recommendation for another round in the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.” Even with only one leg, he’s better at fleeing than Samira is at chasing. “By the way, this Dr. Mohan fellow who recommended you? Solid creds. Does he want a residency, too? I can pass these fuckers out like cards, I’m senior attending now—”
d. whitaker x f. langdon | mature | 15.7k | in progress
And if Robby's townhouse bursts into biblical flames and pillars of salt because Dennis allowed the ER's disgraced, former heir-apparent to spend the night—well. Let the record show that Dennis didn't want him there, either.
brie can we get a little kingdon please! maybe it’s a moment where they’re both taking a quick break?
send me a prompt + get a 412-word pitt drabble
“Thought I’d find you out here.”
The evening heat under the ambulance bay’s awning is balming rather than oppressive, not as suffocating as the waiting room inside, with all of the sweaty bodies all smushed together like sardines. Conversely, outside is cooler, easier. There’s a gaggle of maternity nurses taking their beginning-of-shift smoke breaks, a DoorDash driver holding a McDonald’s bag confusedly while a security guard barks at him to park elsewhere. Mel can handle chaos, outside, when she’s not the one sorting through it.
“Again,” Dr. Langdon adds, needlessly. Mel already knows he found her out here earlier. It’s unnecessary for him to put it out in the open, like that. To voice it.
“Dana told me there was a trauma incoming,” Mel says.
“…Yeah, another fireworks hot potato, I think.” He clears his throat. “Listen, about Becca—”
“You and Dana are right,” Mel says quickly, tightly. She doesn’t want to talk about this anymore, and if they do, she feels like she’ll have no control over anything else that she’ll say. “I need to get over it, and focus on my patients, and not feel sorry for myself.”
“I didn’t say that, exactly—”
“It’s what I should do,” Mel says firmly, with a stubborn frown. Unblinking eyes where she’s staring staunchly across the bay. Like a shark, she decides. She should be more like a shark, orthopedic residency or not. “My sister is an adult capable of making adult decisions. Including… sex. And dating. And… ditching me to go watch fireworks with her stupid boyfriend and his stupid headphones.”
Dr. Langdon does that thing he does. He shoves his hands in his pockets and leans up against the brick wall, disregarding cleanliness and watching Mel like he’s not a medical professional and just a… friend. Like they’re friends.
“You know—me and Abby are taking the kids to Point State Park tonight to watch the fireworks.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but he’s still watching Mel steadily with bright blue eyes. Carefully. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, if you wanted to come with.”
Mel doesn’t. She’s probably just going to go home and put on a movie that feels a lot colder than the blistering heat, a lot lighter than the heaviness of today.
The ambulance turns into the bay with a squeal, and for once, Mel is thankful for whatever chaos is inside of it. “Let’s just focus on the patient,” she mutters under her breath, more to herself than anyone else.
