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who : zoya & sienna | @pinkauras where : the pitt / emergency department

zoya singh was an observer — she was a quiet individual, and someone that liked to watch others from afar; learn their quirks and tricks without having to even speak to them. she had her suspicions, but rarely followed up in them due to a lack of interest. it had only been the gala where her suspicions finally blossomed, and ryan's answers were enough to provide her with the realization that she was right. requesting sienna for her service was a secret test, wanting to see how she worked and who she was as an individual — if asked, she would deny that she was making sure sienna was a good fit for ryan, admittance would mean she cared. she falls into step beside the intern, hands moving together to rub at the hand sanitizer she had just gathered beneath a dispenser. “ are you caught up? ” she asks, although she doesn’t allow sienna time to fully answer as they move towards the pitt. “ twenty one year old motorcycle victim. helmet on scene. what are we going to be looking for first? ”

#zoya + sienna : 01 #pinkauras.

— dusty toybox starters // accepting! — @pinkauras said: you're jealous, aren't you?

you’re jealous, aren’t you? dain knew he should’ve just walked away before anyone saw him. he had been watching flame section sparring together ahead of the next round of challenges at bodhi’s request. a handful of cadets from first squad were struggling, and nothing seemed to be getting through to them. dain knew that, despite the mending bridges, he was far from the top of bodhi’s list of people to go to for advice on this, so he took the request seriously. sneaking into the training long after it started, when no one noticed. the plan was to sit there for five minutes, observe, then disappear before anyone noticed. that plan went to shit as soon as his eyes drifted away from the mat. brown eyes locked on sloane immediately the annoying way they have been since she crossed the parapet. it had been nearly two weeks since she was walking out of his bedroom saying that it was the only time that would happen. and here she was, leaning against the wall while a cadet from first squad was leaning so close to her that if they were alone they’d probably be kissing, making her laugh. he was jealous. and that jealousy led him to challenge the cadet. maybe if you spent less time flirting and more time training, he had said as he took his position on the mat ahead of him, your section leader wouldn’t be worried about you making it out of challenges alive. dain hadn’t stayed long enough to see the fallout, just pulled the cadet — maybe his name was marshall — off the mat and walked out. it didn’t take long for familiar footsteps to follow him into the courtyard. dain didn’t stop even as sloane was demanding an explanation, not until they were in the staircase toward the dorms, and then suddenly there was that word. jealous. he wanted to say no. it would’ve been so easy to say no. but he had been told his entire life that he was a shit liar. so he turned to face the first year and, like a coward, completely avoided the question. “what do you want me to say, sloane?” his voice, barely above a whisper, echoed against the stones around them as he pulled the blonde into a shadowy landing. “that i regret saying all that? because i don’t. fuck i’ll go back and say it all again.” crossing his arms over his chest, he straightened to his full height. “and honestly, he’s not good enough for him to be hovering that close to you.”

#. *. ⋆ — dain.#. *. ⋆ — ft. sloane.#pinkauras.

who : elijah & tess | @pinkauras where : pediatric nursing station

the speech at the gala had shaken him up — the realization that despite a name that was famous in the medical world, he was still at the bottom of the surgical pole and one mistake could cost him his internship at pine valley. despite that, he maintained calm during working hours, always being on top of patient charts and making sure to not overstep or make impulsive decisions. the elevator dings when he reaches the proper floor, fifteen minutes early to rounds; hands are shoved lazily into coat pockets as he moves towards the nursing station, asking for the caseload that tess would be working on and refreshing his memory on the cases that he’d be shadowing that day. cardio remained his specialty of choice, but peds remained something that was always in the back of his mind, an interest that snuck up on him. “ dr. reed-harrison, ” professional smile forms on his lips. “ i’m on your service today, caught up on the patients that are on your roster for the day and happy to help wherever necessary. ” a pause, debating on the words before he allows them to spill out. “ and congratulations. ”

#eli + tess : 01 #pinkauras.

who : franny + dinah / @pinkauras where : hallway, plotdrop.

“ hey, ” she’s cautious as she goes towards the other, mostly because she’s been barked at so many times tonight that she can barely keep up with who’s already told her to fuck off. “ just making rounds, making sure we’re all taking care of ourselves, too. ” a nurse never rests, especially during moments like these where it’s obvious that those in the surgical chain were working overtime to make sure that the injured didn’t end up in a body bag. “ here. water and a snack, it’s not much but you gotta stay hydrated. ” a beat of pause, waiting for dinah to take the snacks from her grasp. “ before you even think of pulling the whole i’m fine speel, we both know that being dehydrated and not eating the damn granola bar is going to kick your ass later when you’re either in surgery or running between patients. so please just accept the help and i’ll move on. ” maybe her own patience was going down the gutter, but that didn’t stop her from having her bag filled with goodies to hand out.

#franny + dinah : 01 #pinkauras.

who : zoya + hollis / @pinkauras where : nursing station, post-plotdrop.

exhaustion is the understatement of the century — it felt as though once one case ended, another was shoved within her grasp. she powers through, at least to the best of her ability, but her patience with people begins to dwindle near the end, and it’s not shocking that word got around of her sour mood. tragedies always hit the hardest, and yes, even with those who struggled to visualize their emotions like zoya; especially when fighting tooth and nail to keep every patient above water. she internally hated the idea of watching a patient go through all that trauma. a pile of cases next to her and her grip so tight on her pen that you can practically see the knuckles beneath trying to pry their way out of her skin. “ i’m going to be here all night. ” it’s mostly commentary to herself, barely registering those around her. after two long shifts of running her ass off, it wasn't shocking that she was silently venting to herself. “ i never fucking liked ferryboats. ”

#zoya + hollis : 01 #pinkauras.

who : franny + tess / @pinkauras where : nurses station, mid-shift.

franny loved her job, there was no doubt about that, she prided herself on her intellect and quick hands. however, there were moments where she was burned in the end, many individuals thinking that nurses were the lesser of the unit and using that attitude to push cases onto them without even asking if they could handle it. dr. keaton was one of those individuals — he could walk onto the unit and immediately francesca’s demeanor would change, a shade of pettiness and loathing seeping into her skin. back from his momentary suspension, he was already rising hell and high waters when he walked around the unit, barking orders at interns or nurses alike. many just took the orders, trying to stay on the good side of the surgeon, but franny was not someone that did things without manners, refusing to do an iv for room 205 because he simply yelled at her (no, he didn’t use her name, he used nurse with the purple scrubs) to do it and walked away. she allowed him to yell, allowed him to call her useless and stupid, incompetent even. she sat there with her brow raised and her arms slightly folded; crying happened behind closed doors, not on the floor, she prided herself on her professionalism, even though internally she was breaking down into tears from the yelling that was happening towards her. anger outweighed the sadness and embarrassment, anger at the surgeon that believed nurses were the inferior staff members when without them, the hospital wouldn’t run. steam can basically be seen coming from her ears, barely acknowledging tess and what she was asking, daggers being thrown towards dr. keaton’s back. “ excuse me, i have to go make a scene. ” and she’s up, ready to go on her mission.

#franny + tess : 01 #pinkauras.

— dusty toybox starters // accepting! — @pinkauras said: who told you about that?

“about what?” logan asked casually, hands in his pockets as he pushed himself off the rough brick of the building grace just walked out of. “your foolproof plan to walk home alone from a party across campus in the middle of the night?” he lifted his shoulder up in a shrug that looked much more casual than he felt about the situation, “daisy.” he forgot he gave grace’s roommate his phone number at the start of the semester when she was having transmission issues, so when she called him, it was a shock. but hearing her rat out grace’s brilliant plan, he was glad she had it. she hadn’t even finished her sentence before he was grabbing his practice bag and running out the door. his intention was to drive to her, but tucker’s truck was blocking him into the driveway. if he was a patient man, he would’ve just gone into tucker’s room and grabbed his keys. but logan wasn’t really thinking logically, so he ended up power walking across campus to where grace told daisy she was going to be. he couldn’t ignore the fact that he felt a little like a creeper, leaning against the wall, waiting for the blonde to come out. but he’d rather have her run into him in a dark alley than anyone else. “you should’ve called me, i would’ve come to get you,” he said, unzipping the top of the bag he brought with him and pulling out one of his team hoodies. the one with his name and number sewn in to the back. because yes, he’s mad she wasn’t willing to call for a ride, but the idea of her wearing something with his name on it was still tempting. “i brought this in case you need it,” logan said as an offer.