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[self-1ess]

hella underrated dynamic (Squeals) @leastproblematic

[fgreene]

“do you enjoy spending time with me?” mel’s gonna be straight up. she’s trying hard she wants to make a FRIEND.

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It does surprise him a little, because the question is not the usual thing he hears. People are not typically so upfront with him, everything is all about subtext and figuring it out without having to ask. So he wonders for a second if he’s done something to make her feel like the opposite.

“Oh, I do! I really do!” And if it were anyone else, he might be a little embarrassed by the desperation in his voice, but he knows that Mel doesn’t judge him for that. “I uh, it’s something I look forward to when coming to the rink. Is seeing you, and talking. You’re really cool.”

[dana3vans]

MELISSA KING:  MEL LEADS DANA INTO THE STAIRWELL WHERE DANA HAS COME TO CHECK UP ON HER SO MANY TIMES BEFORE,  HOPING THIS WILL OFFER HER THE SAME COMFORT IT’S OFFERED MEL.

on days like these,  dana missed her family.    she missed the marriage that ended in divorce.  she missed the daughters that moved out and worried her constantly.  she missed having noise in the house.  the ed was loud enough,  but it wasn’t laughter or music or conversations had over coffee.  it was crying,  yelling,  clicking of keys on keyboards and beeping of heart rate machines.  that wasn’t the sound she missed,  and it became overwhelming,  at times,  to listen to.  dana thought no one noticed.  she counted on no one noticing.  really,  she believed she hid it well,  but that’s what every other part of the pitt’s staff think when they’re verging on a breakdown.  which was why,  when mel patted dana’s elbow,  nodding toward the door of the stairwell,  dana didn’t understand what she wanted,  at first.  she was busy.  she couldn’t take a break.  but looking into mel’s eyes had dana taking a step.  and then another.  then another.  and the quiet of the stairs hit her like a wrecking ball.  more familiar and less comforting than she’d like to admit.    ‘you’re sneakier than you let on,  doctor king,’    dana said after a minute,  wiping sweat from her brow and blinking away tears she hadn’t noticed had welled at the brim of her eyes.    ‘if you brought me in here t’talk,  i got bad news for you.  not much to say outside of the subject of work.  unless you’re interested in an old woman’s sudden divorce,’    dana snorted and then pursed her lips.    ‘forget i mentioned that.  didn’t mean t’bring that up,’    @leastproblematic.

[etonnante]

"you're gonna be okay, just keep your eyes on me." -> @leastproblematic ( for mars )

one instance she’s walking along just dandy, her bag of chinese takeout in her right hand, practically skipping and singing with joy for the meal they were about to indulge themself on. the next, they’re on the ground covered in their own dinner with an ankle that’s throbbing and knees scraped bare. someone is talking to her now but she can barely make out the words.

mars looks up at mel through squinted eyes, head tilting to the side. " i see two of you. " is their reply. mars’ eyes flicker to the criminal at the scene of their crime: where the sidewalk drops off dramatically and becomes the road. one wrong step and you’re going off the edge. she attempts to move but her body responds by sending a pulsating pain throughout. " i just wanted my fried rice, i can’t have a single thing! “

[dana3vans]

MELISSA KING: DON'T LAUGH, BUT . . . I JOURNALED ABOUT YOU AFTER MY FIRST SHIFT.

she didn't laugh. she did smile, however, a small thing that dana hoped mel wouldn't take as condescending or a joke. 'you journal?' was the first thing she asked, a softness to her voice that wasn't given out freely. doctor king was an interesting woman, with a personality not often seen here in the depths of the pitt. she seemed over enthusiastic, but she knew how to stay focused, and talk to patients who some might not know how to. dana didn't ask because she was surprised mel journaled. she asked because she was surprised she would share such a personal thing with dana. she felt honored. she felt a warmth spread across her skin. 'well, i hope it was all good things. i know you weren't havin' th'best day've your life when you got here. can't imagine what you might've written about me after all that,' @leastproblematic.

[robinav1tch]

@leastproblematic | robby's apology tour 2k26

robby has tried to slip in as quietly as possible today. if he had things his way, no one would have to mention his absence or ask about his trip– or god-fucking-forbid, his wellbeing– but there's no way around it: his return is a shake-up to the routine. so he does his best to keep his head down where he can and just... do the job. it's a relief, at least, to find that it comes back naturally enough. he still exists without the hospital, sure. but it will always be more important to him to be able to exist within it.

it does tug at his heart a little to see how things have changed without him there, especially with the younger residents. he'd been so focused back in the summer on tying up loose ends– scrabbling for perfect solutions to his seemingly unending list of worries. but in doing so, he'd left a few people in the lurch. mel, especially, had been on his mind quite a bit during his sabbatical.

knowing she'd likely be on her way to pick up becca as soon as she could, robby had, admittedly, rushed through hand-off. in fact, he's mid-sentence with jack when he spots her, so he offers his fellow attending a friendly smack on the arm in lieu of a goodbye and jogs off after her.

"hey," he says, "dr. king. i don't mean to hold you up, but i wanted to check in before you left." eyes dart around– this is probably a conversation best had in private, but he also knows he's catching her at the last minute. "i, uh–" he reaches without thinking, to scratch at the nape of his neck. "i didn't exactly leave things with you the way i should have. i guess i'm hoping to make up for that, a little."

[broughtpeace]

“I heard what happened with emma. I’m so sorry.” she’s making the rounds, checking in, habits from being a nosy older sister that she can never quite shake. “are you okay, dana?”

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the day isn't going well to say the least. it's just one thing after another and dana's counting down the seconds until she can finally make a break and get out of here. not that she knows exactly when that's going to be. she still hasn't had any success in finding anyone to cover lena's shift yet and it's looking more and more likely she'll be pulling a double and working through until morning.

it takes her a moment to look up from what she's doing, needing a moment to compose herself and draw her emotions in check before she can look at someone else. "yeah, i'm alright." she sends a tired smile mel's way, tucking back the loose strands of blonde hair that keep insisting on falling out of place. "just another day. it's always chaotic on the fourth. this is nothing new."

[drhalepitt]

"i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening." mel king caught in 4K lying because yes she does always talk this much.

SHE DOESN’T MIND HOW CHATTY MEL GETS — in fact she relishes their little chats when they get to indulge in them . Mel always brings up interesting topics ; new papers she read , history , small jokes and such . It makes Igraine feel less alone that someone would yammering on to her about cool things to just mundane everyday life issues . 

❝ I like listening to you , ❞ she states simply . ❝ Besides , you were the only one who knew right off the bat what my name was from which was impressive . Everyone knows king arthur , but they hardly pay his mother attention . ❞ A soft chuckle escapes her mouth when she lifts up the piece of fruit she had been practicing her sutures on .

❝ What do you think of this ? ❞

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