#everything old is queue again

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Lucy Knight x John Carter

For @hesjustcarter

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Have some terrible edits of Lucy as The Pitt's new Emergency Psychiatrist

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Eepy babes 😴

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Susan Lewis x John Carter

For @hesjustcarter

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via Pinterest

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"At the end of the day, if I've helped just one person, it's been worth it."

— Lucy Knight, ER (1994 - 2009)

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@sympatheticdominance continued 🩺

She's shouting the codeword before she registered thinking it, immediately flinging herself into the fray and jabbing the assailant with a dose of midazolam to subdue his rage and bring him crashing down to the ground like a redwood. 

The cavalry comes piling into the room in mere seconds, security poised to deal with the threat only to find him dozing on the floor. With little else to be done, they work on hauling the patient back onto the bed. 

Carol can’t be bothered, already at Robby’s side to assess his condition. There’s contusions forming across his face, a clear sign he’d been suckerpunched with a mean swing. 

“Perlah, get me some gauze,” she says, already certain she wants to order a CT as well. First and foremost, however, they need to clot the bleeding. Perlah departs, weaving her way through the crowd as they indistinctly prattle on about what did or didn’t happen to their chief attending.

Brow knitted with concern, Carol's touch is featherlight as she turns his chin to scan his features thrice over.

“Hey, hey, look at me, Robby. You’re okay.”

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