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[drhalepitt]

“  you don’t have to hide your tears.  let it out.  then we’ll move on,  together.  ”

SHE'S SO TIRED OF CRYING , TIRED OF BEING SAD — and she's so tired of her shoulder hurting . Sometimes she felt older than her age . Now , she had gotten the the phone call that would shift her world yet again . Igraine knew it would be different , she would come back different , and she hated it . The deep seeded fear that by the time she returned back from deployment , her place would be gone here , and she would be forgotten .

❝ I hate crying , ❞ she admitted , her waterline already shiny with unshed tears by the time she looked up at him . ❝ I don't want to go back . I don't know who I'm going to be when I come back — I'm already so tired . I'm afraid the Igraine that comes back is going to ruin everything I've tried so hard to build , ❞ she spits out her own name like bile . Like it's already been decided this new version of her will wreck everything . All of the hard work she's put into undoing how her brain now operates . The friendships and relationships she's brought through with her on the other side .

❝ Life is going to go on here , you're going to go on here , and I'll be stuck watching through a screen . ❞

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[artificialnocturnc]

@jabbotmd (pull) - jack pulls mel roughly to them

They were in the middle of a conversation about patients, there’s a waiting room of people outside and she’s doing her best to find the most efficient way of clearing rooms. Discharge this one, discharge that one and refer to physio, that one needs to go to CT, med-surge floor admit for another patient - chase up the admissions team and hound them, because otherwise they are going to take their sweet time coming down. 

If anything, she liked these kinds of conversations. Mel knows that sounds strange but she is becoming a senior resident now. In a year she will be fully qualified and she hopes to still be here. The role she was going to have to play would shift from trainee to attending, fully qualified, and well on her way to one day being in shoes. 

And she can’t help it if the additional responsibility feels like progress. 

Then…there is a sound. A strange one to her, a pop kinda crack? She’s not heard it before…can’t place it… So much so seems almost unbothered by it? A casual glance over her shoulder towards its origin there’s no fear in her. Except there’s something strange on the air at that moment. Mel could have sworn the entire room was still for a moment. A liminal second where everyone existed all at once and nothing did. The world holding its breath. 

She had no idea what was going on, and yet she was already halfway to the ground, feeling like her arm was being pulled along the way. Mel hits the floor with an audible ‘oft’ as chaos erupts. Her shoulder hits what she thinks is the underside of the nurses station, then there’s that popping sound again, things breaking, people yelling, and it’s so loud she doesn’t know what to do.

It's only when she tries to move she realises she's pinned, that something has gone horribly wrong and all she can do is look at Jack, for some kind of…sense, information? Instruction? Rationality? Some sign of how terrified she's actually meant to be right now.

[alwaysthegdbabysitter]

outofboppers;

i just had to share the world's ugliest mug i got from @hellfirelives/ @jabbotmd for my birthday tomorrow and i had to show it off. i haven't stopped laughing since i got it. thing is straight up horrifying haha. my cats do not trust it.

also they got me this "smells like dean winchester" candle which smells remarkably like the shampoo i use. so apparently i've been walking around smelling like dean winchester all along.

never beating those "actually dean winchester" allegations.

thanks for the gifts babe. this jabba mug is the crown jewel of my star wars collection now haha <3

[daypitt]

@jabbotmd asked: "we'll discuss this later." (santos)

She looked up from her charts, rolling her eyes. It seemed every time she turned around she was doing something wrong in this place. Usually it was Robby that got on her case, or Langdon making her question herself. Never did she think that she would need to worry about him. "There isn't anything to discuss. I have a few more charts and then i am going home for the night." Santos simply said. She wasn't trying to be rude, but she was over it. It was a long shift, a lot of avoidances from Dr.Garcia. -- She needed to sleep, for a few hours... A few days. Anything really.

With Whitaker out for who knows how long at the farm, she would have time to mope around the house without anyone else interfering. To wither away until her next shift. Something she could not wait to do. Right now she wished she could skip charting and just go.

The thoughts eating away at her. She needed out of this ER. Even surrounded by the people here, she felt more alone than ever. "Two more charts." She mumbled to herself, before picking up the recorder, and beginning to speak into it. Ignoring the fact that Jack was still there. He might have more to say, but right now, she didn't care. Maybe she never would?

[pmtcrn]

You're safe here. I promise.

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andrea had spent most of her career learning how to let things roll off her. patients yelled. patients threatened. patients said things they didn't mean when they were scared, hurting, intoxicated, or withdrawing. most shifts she could separate herself from it. tonight had been different. maybe because the patient hadn't stopped or maybe because he'd looked directly at her when he'd said it. maybe because every ugly word had landed on an old bruise she pretended wasn't there anymore.

the rant had started with refusing care and escalated from there. slurred accusations. insults. then racism. loud enough for half the department to hear. andrea had done what she always did — stayed professional. then she found herself on the roof fifteen minutes later with no memory of deciding to come up here. the cold night air should have helped. instead, it just made her aware of how hard her heart was beating. so when jack found her, she didn't argue or joke around they way she usually would

' you're safe here. i promise. ' her answer came quietly, "i know." she hated how small her voice sounded. it made it seem like she didn't truly believe it . . . which was true. her arms folded tighter across her chest. "i just needed a breather."

[pittsass]

@jabbotmd admitted with: "Floor Time"

A lot happened very fast.

First she heard the sound of a vehicle in the driveway and didn't recall that anyone was coming over. She went to get out hammock and thats when things got hairy. The balance was off and the hammock flipped, there was a yelp and the sound of a body hitting the ground. "Owwww."

She groaned and heard the fence door open looking to see who had the pleasure of seeing her in such a state. Oh good... it's Jack.

"Hi.... Hows it going?"

Send "Floor Time" to find my muse lying on the floor.

[pittnurse]

@jabbotmd asked: [ pull ] sender pulls receiver out of harm's way at the last second PROMPTS FOR SILENT ACTIONS THAT SAY A LOT | Accepting

"Mr. Stuart, I can assure you we are doing everything in our power to get you out of here as quickly as possible. We're a little backed up tonight but we should be able to get you up for your CT shortly-" Her voice is a little louder than normal as she attempts to talk over and calm the agitated patient. He'd been fine a half hour ago when she'd last checked on him but since then he'd gotten antsy and begun to yell at her.

She has just enough time to start to duck when she sees the bed pan being thrown her way. Bri feels an arm wrap around her waist and pull as she braces for the impact. "WOAH," she hears loudly by her ear as she's pulled out of the way. There's a clang as the bedpan hits the wall behind them.

"What's going on in here?!" She can feel the words vibrating through her back as she's been pulled into his chest. Dr. Abbot had come into the room and pulled her out of the way just in time.

Great. A witness to her inability to talk a patient down. Normally she was able to handle a patient like Mr. Stuart with ease but it had not been an easy shift. She was now running on fumes. Bri was definitely overdue for another round of coffee.

[drhalepitt]

Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving.

❝ I am difficult , Jack . I am a difficult woman and i've been told it all of my life , I am not sweet or friendly or anything of the sort—I can't do that Suzy Homemaker shit and I'm not like that , ❞ she whirled around snapping at him . It's her own security that's eating her alive , because she sees how other couples are and they just don't fit that mold . It would make his life easier , instead he's with her and she's hard . All her life from her parents to her past relationships and even some friendships .

It is too much work being with her , that even Igraine doesn't know if she'd have the mental energy . Sometimes she can barely look at herself in the mirror . ❝ One day you're going to get tired of dealing with me and don't you think it would be easier on me if you just left me now ? ❞

❝ I'll survive it at least right now , but goddamn it Jack . I'm sick of me sometimes . ❞

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