* closed starter for @fletchdup / try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment.
“fletcher...” she hadn’t been able to follow him, immediately. much as she had wanted to, she couldn’t. she wanted to check on him, and she, too, wanted to escape the room where they were treating a particularly gruesome VICTIM of circumstance - but trixie knew she was invaluable when it came to keeping patients calm, and couldn’t stand to leave until she knew their charge was knocked out, peacefully. tracking him down was first priority once she had ripped off her scrubs and cleaned up - finding him in the same isolated corner of the hospital that they had often shared a pizza in without much trouble. she folded herself into a sitting position across from him, slowly, voice quiet as she asked, “are you feeling any better?”